[It's the tone of her voice that gets him; like fingers running down the length of his spine. It made his breath hitch and his heart began beating like a jackhammer. Of course he realized how this looked.]
[He looks at her, at the way she's looking away with eyes closed, with the way her cheeks are flushing, bringing out the pink markings on her cheeks. But, what stands out most is that she isn't pulling away from him. In fact, she seems to enjoy it.]
[Makoto's words ring out in his head. "Trust me, she does, and she likes you too." And with that, he feels a lump growing in his throat. Even after everything that happened tonight, she still stuck with him. She wanted to find a way to continue the date. Does she really...?]
[Well...why not find out?]
[He clears his throat. There's no doubt that she can likely feel his heart pounding, but there's so much more there too. He's warm, but not sweaty. His hands, though rough and calloused, have a surprising gentleness to them. And even though he doesn't wear cologne, he smells like metal and the open sea, a refreshing, somewhat salty breeze that seems synonymous with possibilities.]
[He keeps his hands steady on hers.]
Y...You're welcome. Is there...anything else? Something else you want to know? Something else I can show you...?
[He's looking at her now and he can't quite hide the curiosity or excitement in his voice. Is he the only one feeling the tension here? The sparks? Is there something you want him to demonstrate, Allura?]
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[He looks at her, at the way she's looking away with eyes closed, with the way her cheeks are flushing, bringing out the pink markings on her cheeks. But, what stands out most is that she isn't pulling away from him. In fact, she seems to enjoy it.]
[Makoto's words ring out in his head. "Trust me, she does, and she likes you too." And with that, he feels a lump growing in his throat. Even after everything that happened tonight, she still stuck with him. She wanted to find a way to continue the date. Does she really...?]
[Well...why not find out?]
[He clears his throat. There's no doubt that she can likely feel his heart pounding, but there's so much more there too. He's warm, but not sweaty. His hands, though rough and calloused, have a surprising gentleness to them. And even though he doesn't wear cologne, he smells like metal and the open sea, a refreshing, somewhat salty breeze that seems synonymous with possibilities.]
[He keeps his hands steady on hers.]
Y...You're welcome. Is there...anything else? Something else you want to know? Something else I can show you...?
[He's looking at her now and he can't quite hide the curiosity or excitement in his voice. Is he the only one feeling the tension here? The sparks? Is there something you want him to demonstrate, Allura?]