[He's immediately kissing her back the first time, eagerly welcoming her and a bit disgruntled when she stops to speak. He's starting to find more reasons why he prefers peace and quiet—so he doesn't have talking disrupt things. But he's patient, if barely so, but that heated fervor cools a bit when he registers her words.
...He made her feel safe?
He can think of one time he'd like to refute that, but briefly thinking back, it is true that he's been there for her, protecting her where he can while letting her stand her ground when she wanted it as well. And perhaps it's probably because of that one time during their date, when she got hurt from that crazy woman, that a growing sense of want to be there and protect her developed. Before then it would have been just a neutral sense of helping an acquaintance, but after that...it was a more personal, intimate feeling. No, perhaps even a little before then.
And really, he wouldn't have cared about her thoughts on Cloud—he hasn't completely forgotten about it, but he's not really thinking of it, either. That's something that will come to mind later for him to ponder about. Right now in this moment, he's satisfied in that they both feel the same and that she's accepting him for whatever reason. Although it would be a lie to say that her implication that what she feels is more than just some little crush did not make him feel something. It scratches at his chest, an unfamiliar yet warm sensation that overflows and is almost overwhelming.
It's clear neither of them are really thinking what's happening right now thoroughly, their emotions and wants taking the lead instead. But rather than try to stop or shy away from it, he lets it happen. Regardless of the nuances and complications they'll have to address later, this, this moment is all he wants right now. Like a man finally rid of his shackles and tasting freedom, he doesn't want to let it slip by just yet.
So at first he responds in kind to her second kiss, his lip moving slowly and gently over hers. It's still true it's his first time kissing someone, so there's a bit of exploration as well. As if he's trying to memorize the feeling of how she feels and tastes, what feels natural and comfortable and what doesn't. When he feels her lips part, his pulse quickens for a moment, as if naturally understanding what it means. Well, it's not like he isn't aware, he's heard plenty whether he wanted to or not. And he already has a natural greed for more, a growing want to taste and feel more of her.
Slowly his teeth graze over her lower lip, a gentle drawn out pull as if to tease and part her lips further. It's only natural for his tongue to brush against them, and it doesn't take much more for him to fully accept and act on that invitation. Only after allowing her to take a breath does his tongue push between her lips, seeking out hers as that unusual, new want for more takes over.
Every essence of his usual calm, controlled demeanor is quickly unraveling—and he just lets it happen. And the longer it goes, the more heated things get.]
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...He made her feel safe?
He can think of one time he'd like to refute that, but briefly thinking back, it is true that he's been there for her, protecting her where he can while letting her stand her ground when she wanted it as well. And perhaps it's probably because of that one time during their date, when she got hurt from that crazy woman, that a growing sense of want to be there and protect her developed. Before then it would have been just a neutral sense of helping an acquaintance, but after that...it was a more personal, intimate feeling. No, perhaps even a little before then.
And really, he wouldn't have cared about her thoughts on Cloud—he hasn't completely forgotten about it, but he's not really thinking of it, either. That's something that will come to mind later for him to ponder about. Right now in this moment, he's satisfied in that they both feel the same and that she's accepting him for whatever reason. Although it would be a lie to say that her implication that what she feels is more than just some little crush did not make him feel something. It scratches at his chest, an unfamiliar yet warm sensation that overflows and is almost overwhelming.
It's clear neither of them are really thinking what's happening right now thoroughly, their emotions and wants taking the lead instead. But rather than try to stop or shy away from it, he lets it happen. Regardless of the nuances and complications they'll have to address later, this, this moment is all he wants right now. Like a man finally rid of his shackles and tasting freedom, he doesn't want to let it slip by just yet.
So at first he responds in kind to her second kiss, his lip moving slowly and gently over hers. It's still true it's his first time kissing someone, so there's a bit of exploration as well. As if he's trying to memorize the feeling of how she feels and tastes, what feels natural and comfortable and what doesn't. When he feels her lips part, his pulse quickens for a moment, as if naturally understanding what it means. Well, it's not like he isn't aware, he's heard plenty whether he wanted to or not. And he already has a natural greed for more, a growing want to taste and feel more of her.
Slowly his teeth graze over her lower lip, a gentle drawn out pull as if to tease and part her lips further. It's only natural for his tongue to brush against them, and it doesn't take much more for him to fully accept and act on that invitation. Only after allowing her to take a breath does his tongue push between her lips, seeking out hers as that unusual, new want for more takes over.
Every essence of his usual calm, controlled demeanor is quickly unraveling—and he just lets it happen. And the longer it goes, the more heated things get.]