[ Her answer sends a tremor up his spine: half-thrilled, half-uncertain. He'd pushed with the expectation that she'd retreat, but now it's apparent that he's in over his head. Drowning, but happy to feel the water in his lungs.
Nagahide is bullheaded, but he still has the audacity to flush when he feels the soft press of legs to his. ]
...Stupid. The question isn't "how".
[ He wants to be kind, wants to take care of her and sweep her off her feet, but he's far too clumsy to be anything other than blunt; so he does the next best thing, which is to lift Vietnam and maneuver her so she has no choice but to wrap her legs around his middle, to rely on him for support while he traces kisses up to the corner of her mouth. ]
It's "how much".
[ A half-smile, and he claims her lips without hesitation. Presses her against the front door, which only acts as a thin obstruction from the outside.
When he finally pulls away, it's to breathe warmly against Vietnam's skin. ] Unless you wanted me to narrate.
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Nagahide is bullheaded, but he still has the audacity to flush when he feels the soft press of legs to his. ]
...Stupid. The question isn't "how".
[ He wants to be kind, wants to take care of her and sweep her off her feet, but he's far too clumsy to be anything other than blunt; so he does the next best thing, which is to lift Vietnam and maneuver her so she has no choice but to wrap her legs around his middle, to rely on him for support while he traces kisses up to the corner of her mouth. ]
It's "how much".
[ A half-smile, and he claims her lips without hesitation. Presses her against the front door, which only acts as a thin obstruction from the outside.
When he finally pulls away, it's to breathe warmly against Vietnam's skin. ] Unless you wanted me to narrate.