[ look, is it so wrong that she wants him to work for it? after all, this is also her way of getting back at him for what's happened in the past few weeks or so.
then again, it isn't like ajax to simply give up, especially when he wants something. and it's as expected when he draws her in closer and leans in to prove his point and take what he wants. not that she protests or fights back, letting ajax indulge himself after weeks of separation. if anything, lumine's more surprised that he holds back, slow but in want, full of desire but at the same time, not forcing it on her.
lumine returns the kiss, her eyes fluttering close as her fingers brush against his jaw. she gives back what he gives her, satiates his need to reconnect with her. it's nothing fervent or heated, nothing like the desperate kisses they used to lose themselves in, just a gentle reaffirmation of what they've lost in the past week.
she's breathless when he finally breaks off, looking like a cat that's just gotten his cream, and lumine rolls her eyes in exasperation. ]
You got to kiss me once as agreed, [ she says with a sigh, waiting until he's settled back down on the mattress before she turns back on her side to face him.
that was her concession to him, she thinks. her hand presses against his cheek once more, her forehead gently nudging his. she gives it a beat, her gaze tracing each familiar line, curve, indent on his face: the incline of his nose, the curve of his cheeks, the sharpness of his jaw. but she hasn't had hers.
lumine leans closer until the tip of their noses touch, until the breaths mingle. her eyes heavy-lidded, she kisses him this time, drinking him in as he did with her. ]
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then again, it isn't like ajax to simply give up, especially when he wants something. and it's as expected when he draws her in closer and leans in to prove his point and take what he wants. not that she protests or fights back, letting ajax indulge himself after weeks of separation. if anything, lumine's more surprised that he holds back, slow but in want, full of desire but at the same time, not forcing it on her.
lumine returns the kiss, her eyes fluttering close as her fingers brush against his jaw. she gives back what he gives her, satiates his need to reconnect with her. it's nothing fervent or heated, nothing like the desperate kisses they used to lose themselves in, just a gentle reaffirmation of what they've lost in the past week.
she's breathless when he finally breaks off, looking like a cat that's just gotten his cream, and lumine rolls her eyes in exasperation. ]
You got to kiss me once as agreed, [ she says with a sigh, waiting until he's settled back down on the mattress before she turns back on her side to face him.
that was her concession to him, she thinks. her hand presses against his cheek once more, her forehead gently nudging his. she gives it a beat, her gaze tracing each familiar line, curve, indent on his face: the incline of his nose, the curve of his cheeks, the sharpness of his jaw. but she hasn't had hers.
lumine leans closer until the tip of their noses touch, until the breaths mingle. her eyes heavy-lidded, she kisses him this time, drinking him in as he did with her. ]