[ He found himself wondering how anyone could get used to a scent like that, something so pleasant it was almost intoxicating. He considered her own response carefully, taking in a breath before bringing one of his hands to her chin to try and angle her face upwards. ]
...I do want to kiss you.
[ That murmur as he shifted, leaning in just enough to press a kiss to her forehead. And then the tip of her nose, that is if she allowed it. Even if she said it was okay, there was still a part of him that was irrevocably afraid of making a mistake.
There was even a thought to tell her that he might be better at it now, he’d had some practice but even Mista knew that was something you just didn’t say. ]
[She loves it, secretly, when boys do that — just lightly tap beneath her chin, lift her face up. It's such a small and subtle thing, but there's something so sweetly romantic about it that she can't help but enjoy it, whenever it happens.
Her expression is soft as she looks at Mista, as his admission washes over her like warm sunlight. She's smiling without even realizing it, charmed by his frank, genuine nature and his gentle honesty, and as he leans in to press his kisses against her forehead and nose, she lets her eyes fall shut, relishing the feeling of it.]
[ Her laugh was met with one of his own, one more shift down to place a gentle kiss against her lips. ]
Yeah, I'm pretty sure you deserve a lot more than this. I'm probably the one that should be asking you the same thing, you've been so good to me since we met and I don't think...
[ Shit, he couldn't help himself, another light kiss as he rested his forehead against hers. ]
...shit, I don't know what to think, really. I just feel really lucky that I got to meet someone like you, you know?
[ What was it about her right now? He'd always been able to recognise that she was pretty, but right now it felt like it was amplified tenfold. Was it because of Cordis? Or was it because of their proximity? Perhaps a little bit of both, either way he felt himself pulling in for another kiss. Still light, but lingering there for just a little longer.
She was soft and she smelled nice, how was he supposed to resist just one more? ]
[He's getting more daring, and she discovers quickly just how much she likes that. It's not fast, which is nice; it's not like he's kissing her breathless or anything like that. But one kiss is flowing smoothly into another and then another, almost hypnotic in its rhythm, and she really thinks that she could close her eyes and just...let him kiss her all day, if he wanted.]
I dunno, I'm stealing a lot of your kisses...that seems like pretty bad behavior to me.
[Her hand slides up, daring in the way she tugs his hat off a little, reaching underneath to run her fingers through his hair.]
[ He couldn’t help but lean into that touch to his hair, reaching up to pull his hat off the rest of the way and toss it to the side with a soft laugh. He’d promised her before that he would try to wear it less around her anyway, now seemed as a good a time as any to make good on it. ]
I don’t think it counts as stealing if I’m giving them to you, right? And it’s not like I’m going to run out of them...
[ Was this flirting? Is that what he was doing? Even if he thought back on it later, he would have just seen it as more of a natural flow. Just like more of those little kisses that followed his words, all too easy to give to her more and more. ]
Or maybe we’re both stealing them from each other? Does it work that way?
[ A kiss to the corner of her mouth, then a gentle trail over her jawline now that he was feeling a little bolder. ]
Wouldn't that be awful, if you really did run out? Oh, no, all the kisses are used up, there just aren't any more left, it's terrible...
[If it wasn't flirting before, it certainly is now — but the laid-back, easy variety that feels as much like banter between friends as it does something more emotionally charged. And she likes that, just like she likes his little exploratory kisses, and the way that she can sink her fingers properly into his hair now that he's taken his hat off.]
You're a real goof, you know that? And I must be one, too, so we're two of a kind.
[ God, how he loved the feel of her fingers in his hair, stopping that chain of kisses to properly appreciate the pleasant shudder that moved down his spine. ]
It would be pretty awful to run out, but we can make the best of it while we can, right? And if it means that we're having fun together, then it doesn't matter if either one of us are goofs...
[ He was emboldened by the playful tone that was being set, lips coming back up to claim hers again for something that lasted even longer; something needier than before and somehow still terribly delicate. It was nice being like this, but he didn't want to push it too much, not when he could chance it and see what step she would take next.
Even if it was like this for just a little bit longer, he wouldn't mind so long as a smile would still grace those lips. ]
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...I do want to kiss you.
[ That murmur as he shifted, leaning in just enough to press a kiss to her forehead. And then the tip of her nose, that is if she allowed it. Even if she said it was okay, there was still a part of him that was irrevocably afraid of making a mistake.
There was even a thought to tell her that he might be better at it now, he’d had some practice but even Mista knew that was something you just didn’t say. ]
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Her expression is soft as she looks at Mista, as his admission washes over her like warm sunlight. She's smiling without even realizing it, charmed by his frank, genuine nature and his gentle honesty, and as he leans in to press his kisses against her forehead and nose, she lets her eyes fall shut, relishing the feeling of it.]
You're awfully nice to me, Guido Mista.
[She laughs softly; it's a sweet, easy sound.]
Are you sure I deserve how nice you are to me?
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Yeah, I'm pretty sure you deserve a lot more than this. I'm probably the one that should be asking you the same thing, you've been so good to me since we met and I don't think...
[ Shit, he couldn't help himself, another light kiss as he rested his forehead against hers. ]
...shit, I don't know what to think, really. I just feel really lucky that I got to meet someone like you, you know?
[ What was it about her right now? He'd always been able to recognise that she was pretty, but right now it felt like it was amplified tenfold. Was it because of Cordis? Or was it because of their proximity? Perhaps a little bit of both, either way he felt himself pulling in for another kiss. Still light, but lingering there for just a little longer.
She was soft and she smelled nice, how was he supposed to resist just one more? ]
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[He's getting more daring, and she discovers quickly just how much she likes that. It's not fast, which is nice; it's not like he's kissing her breathless or anything like that. But one kiss is flowing smoothly into another and then another, almost hypnotic in its rhythm, and she really thinks that she could close her eyes and just...let him kiss her all day, if he wanted.]
I dunno, I'm stealing a lot of your kisses...that seems like pretty bad behavior to me.
[Her hand slides up, daring in the way she tugs his hat off a little, reaching underneath to run her fingers through his hair.]
Don't you think so?
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I don’t think it counts as stealing if I’m giving them to you, right? And it’s not like I’m going to run out of them...
[ Was this flirting? Is that what he was doing? Even if he thought back on it later, he would have just seen it as more of a natural flow. Just like more of those little kisses that followed his words, all too easy to give to her more and more. ]
Or maybe we’re both stealing them from each other? Does it work that way?
[ A kiss to the corner of her mouth, then a gentle trail over her jawline now that he was feeling a little bolder. ]
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[If it wasn't flirting before, it certainly is now — but the laid-back, easy variety that feels as much like banter between friends as it does something more emotionally charged. And she likes that, just like she likes his little exploratory kisses, and the way that she can sink her fingers properly into his hair now that he's taken his hat off.]
You're a real goof, you know that? And I must be one, too, so we're two of a kind.
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It would be pretty awful to run out, but we can make the best of it while we can, right? And if it means that we're having fun together, then it doesn't matter if either one of us are goofs...
[ He was emboldened by the playful tone that was being set, lips coming back up to claim hers again for something that lasted even longer; something needier than before and somehow still terribly delicate. It was nice being like this, but he didn't want to push it too much, not when he could chance it and see what step she would take next.
Even if it was like this for just a little bit longer, he wouldn't mind so long as a smile would still grace those lips. ]