[He can't help but chuckle when she pushes his hand away, letting it fall to his side and rest there instead since she doesn't seem so inclined to let him touch her. Instead, he falls silent, comfortable against the cold of the slime's body that continues to cool them off, debating on letting it live if Lumine deems it so. He doesn't answer Paimon's question, breathing out a sigh of content.
It's several minutes later of enjoying the cold that he looks over to her, thinking at least by now her skin shouldn't feel so sticky from the humid temperature surrounding them, reaching out and letting a finger twirl into one of the longer locks of hair that flows downward. His eyes focus on the gentle sweeps of it across his finger, the soft brush of red on her cheeks from the cold, her golden eyes that shine like a star in the night sky.
He just wants to appreciate that he has her here with him. He'd missed her in the time she'd been in Fontaine, and he's grateful now that a work opportunity has come up for him to join her in Natlan, weather aside.
A finger finds her chin, turning her face completely towards him, taking advantage of the fact that Paimon sat on top of the slime, out of view. He doesn't care if she sees or not, but at least now, he won't have to hear her screech about public displays of affection. He pushes himself closer, and his head leans downward and in to press his lips to hers, his feelings on full display of how much he'd missed her. There's a needy, selfish tone to his kiss, as if he'd been deprived of her for far too long. His tongue searches and plays with her own as he opens his mouth to take her in fully, not taking any rejection as an answer to his advances. Eyes closed, he drinks her in, taking as much time as he wants.
Ajax lives vicariously through Childe's memory, and he doesn't notice that the vision has ended. His mouth works against Lumine's, cupping her face with one hand that he didn't know had moved from her own hand upwards to do so; his own mouth slowly massaging hers over and over again, brain in a fog of desire and want for her. His eyes are still glued shut, his focus on her, before a sudden click and slam of the front door to the penthouse reverberates through the walls. Voices of confusion as to why the front door was unlocked start to sharpen in his ears.
That's when his eyes snap open, and he realizes Childe isn't kissing Lumine anymore.
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It's several minutes later of enjoying the cold that he looks over to her, thinking at least by now her skin shouldn't feel so sticky from the humid temperature surrounding them, reaching out and letting a finger twirl into one of the longer locks of hair that flows downward. His eyes focus on the gentle sweeps of it across his finger, the soft brush of red on her cheeks from the cold, her golden eyes that shine like a star in the night sky.
He just wants to appreciate that he has her here with him. He'd missed her in the time she'd been in Fontaine, and he's grateful now that a work opportunity has come up for him to join her in Natlan, weather aside.
A finger finds her chin, turning her face completely towards him, taking advantage of the fact that Paimon sat on top of the slime, out of view. He doesn't care if she sees or not, but at least now, he won't have to hear her screech about public displays of affection. He pushes himself closer, and his head leans downward and in to press his lips to hers, his feelings on full display of how much he'd missed her. There's a needy, selfish tone to his kiss, as if he'd been deprived of her for far too long. His tongue searches and plays with her own as he opens his mouth to take her in fully, not taking any rejection as an answer to his advances. Eyes closed, he drinks her in, taking as much time as he wants.
Ajax lives vicariously through Childe's memory, and he doesn't notice that the vision has ended. His mouth works against Lumine's, cupping her face with one hand that he didn't know had moved from her own hand upwards to do so; his own mouth slowly massaging hers over and over again, brain in a fog of desire and want for her. His eyes are still glued shut, his focus on her, before a sudden click and slam of the front door to the penthouse reverberates through the walls. Voices of confusion as to why the front door was unlocked start to sharpen in his ears.
That's when his eyes snap open, and he realizes Childe isn't kissing Lumine anymore.
It's him. He's the one kissing her.
And the owners just arrived back home.
Shit.]