[There's a gentle tilt of his head to indicate that yes, that's what he's asking. She looks like she's about to say something, but whatever it was seems to pass by quickly, and then she's nodding at him and agreeing. Not just agreeing, but telling him she wants to, of her own volition.
His mind is racing with a million thoughts unspoken, and yet none of it seems particularly complicated, just his mind running amok the way it tends to sometimes when he's not quite sure how to deal with a situation.
So far his instincts haven't led him too far astray, and he trusts them the way he usually does and acts upon them.
She's already face to face with him, not too close but not even remotely far away, so it's a very simple thing for him to reach with his other hand for the other side of her waist, gripping her firmly and tugging him to her. But for as intense as that motion might be, when he leans in to kiss her mouth, it's slow and gentle, a living and breathing contradiction, the way he always seems to be.]
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His mind is racing with a million thoughts unspoken, and yet none of it seems particularly complicated, just his mind running amok the way it tends to sometimes when he's not quite sure how to deal with a situation.
So far his instincts haven't led him too far astray, and he trusts them the way he usually does and acts upon them.
She's already face to face with him, not too close but not even remotely far away, so it's a very simple thing for him to reach with his other hand for the other side of her waist, gripping her firmly and tugging him to her. But for as intense as that motion might be, when he leans in to kiss her mouth, it's slow and gentle, a living and breathing contradiction, the way he always seems to be.]