[ He's literally seconds away from apologizing when she lets out that oh-so-soft "oh!" and she has her little eureka moment. Cloud really couldn't put it into words, but the way she came to the revelation that he was still joking, the innocent look on her face? It makes his heart race a little more as he stares back at her. But then she's just staring back at him now. And he suddenly feels very tense.
Then she gets on her knees and crawls over to him. As she gets closer, he can smell the softest scent of sakura, looking down at her but leaving himself wide open for attack when she plants a chase little kiss on his lips. His eyes are wide upon the first one. Then she quickly gives him another. And another.
And by the time she finally opens her mouth to kiss him proper, he's closed his eyes and surrendered, his arm resting upon her shoulder as he leans on his hand for support so he doesn't go toppling over. It's true. Kisses from the Shirasagi Himegimi are supposed to be priceless. But as he's come to find out about himself, especially when it came to matters of the heart, his reservations stripped away and his filters gone?
He was a greedy, greedy merc. And he'd treasure every single 'priceless' kiss she gives him as he lets out a soft hum in his throat. She tastes like tea, warm and wet as his lips part and he returns her kisses in kind. He's damn near tempted to forget where they are and pull her into his lap out here at the table when his eyes open, half-lids as they briefly flick to the corner of the room. To the shrine.
His own family shrine that, like Ayaka's in her home, they did such a good job of practicing being 'private' for. He draws back, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze as his face is positively flush red. His heart's racing. They'd meant to finish their tea and wagashi. He was going to walk her home. But... ]
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[ He's literally seconds away from apologizing when she lets out that oh-so-soft "oh!" and she has her little eureka moment. Cloud really couldn't put it into words, but the way she came to the revelation that he was still joking, the innocent look on her face? It makes his heart race a little more as he stares back at her. But then she's just staring back at him now. And he suddenly feels very tense.
Then she gets on her knees and crawls over to him. As she gets closer, he can smell the softest scent of sakura, looking down at her but leaving himself wide open for attack when she plants a chase little kiss on his lips. His eyes are wide upon the first one. Then she quickly gives him another. And another.
And by the time she finally opens her mouth to kiss him proper, he's closed his eyes and surrendered, his arm resting upon her shoulder as he leans on his hand for support so he doesn't go toppling over. It's true. Kisses from the Shirasagi Himegimi are supposed to be priceless. But as he's come to find out about himself, especially when it came to matters of the heart, his reservations stripped away and his filters gone?
He was a greedy, greedy merc. And he'd treasure every single 'priceless' kiss she gives him as he lets out a soft hum in his throat. She tastes like tea, warm and wet as his lips part and he returns her kisses in kind. He's damn near tempted to forget where they are and pull her into his lap out here at the table when his eyes open, half-lids as they briefly flick to the corner of the room. To the shrine.
His own family shrine that, like Ayaka's in her home, they did such a good job of practicing being 'private' for. He draws back, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze as his face is positively flush red. His heart's racing. They'd meant to finish their tea and wagashi. He was going to walk her home. But... ]
Stay here tonight?
[ He'll keep taking her 'payment' upstairs. ]