[An amused, tiny snort comes out of his nose when she turns her back to him, realizing what she's doing here. It won't work of course, because he's let his determination set in that he'll kiss her before he falls asleep. And no back turn is going to stop him as far as he's concerned.
Ajax doesn't immediately press himself up against her back, but his arm does snake over her waist as it usually does when he's preparing to fall asleep against her. If anything gives it away, it's how the mattress shifts differently under his weight, because instead of scooting up next to her, he's lifting himself up with his other arm. That arm he's used to snake around her is now pressing her backwards towards him, leaning over her with a mischievous glint in his eye, before he lets his head crane down to capture her with his lips.
It's a feeling that he's glad he can experience again, his kiss more needy, more deprived than it has been in the past. Ajax envelops her with his desire, but it's not a kiss that craves or wants for her body and the pleasure it brings, but rather one that desires for her and her love instead. It makes his own heart beat faster, muffled murmurs of her name escaping from him, between the slow languid passes he's administering to her lips.
But he honors her request, keeping his hands from wandering down her, concentrating only on making his kiss as intoxicating as possible. If it isn't working on her, it's certainly working on himself- Lumine becomes the only thing he can think about, breaking finally when his arm starts to grow tired from holding himself up over her the way he is.
Ajax smiles down at her, pleased with himself, happy that he could create that connection between the two of them again. He hadn't realized how badly he'd longed for it, longed for her- as if she was the only one that could ever make him feel this elated and happy to be alive. To think, it could have been her being pulled from her body instead of him, dying all alone. It's a thought that makes him shudder, and he's glad that never came to pass. He could never stand to lose her.
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Ajax doesn't immediately press himself up against her back, but his arm does snake over her waist as it usually does when he's preparing to fall asleep against her. If anything gives it away, it's how the mattress shifts differently under his weight, because instead of scooting up next to her, he's lifting himself up with his other arm. That arm he's used to snake around her is now pressing her backwards towards him, leaning over her with a mischievous glint in his eye, before he lets his head crane down to capture her with his lips.
It's a feeling that he's glad he can experience again, his kiss more needy, more deprived than it has been in the past. Ajax envelops her with his desire, but it's not a kiss that craves or wants for her body and the pleasure it brings, but rather one that desires for her and her love instead. It makes his own heart beat faster, muffled murmurs of her name escaping from him, between the slow languid passes he's administering to her lips.
But he honors her request, keeping his hands from wandering down her, concentrating only on making his kiss as intoxicating as possible. If it isn't working on her, it's certainly working on himself- Lumine becomes the only thing he can think about, breaking finally when his arm starts to grow tired from holding himself up over her the way he is.
Ajax smiles down at her, pleased with himself, happy that he could create that connection between the two of them again. He hadn't realized how badly he'd longed for it, longed for her- as if she was the only one that could ever make him feel this elated and happy to be alive. To think, it could have been her being pulled from her body instead of him, dying all alone. It's a thought that makes him shudder, and he's glad that never came to pass. He could never stand to lose her.
Never.]