She's nervous, her heart's probably beating about as fast as his is (he's always had a good sense for smelling out when people's nervousness is because of him), and for a moment he was reconsidering everything because of the look on her face- wide-eyed and frozen like that.
Bu then she's grabbing him by the shirt as he stands up and holding her face close-- very close, but far enough so that when Arakita jerks his head forward to kiss her again, he doesn't quite reach. She's pushing back, meeting where he stands and even challenging him, and he likes it. He likes being dragged around by his collar because it means that she's willing to play the push-and-pull games he always sets up for any interactions he has with people.
The look on her face, flushed as it may be, is one that inspires an actual grin to slide across his own face as he gets pulled to the couch... it being just as red, but. details.]
Ah? Who said you're callin' all the shots here?
[The way he falls on the couch is anything but graceful, his gaze and grin are far too eager to be anything but. He still hasn't shaken the nervous energy, rapid heart rate and full-body blush, but is he ever actually excited for this without thoughts of "I'm going to totally fuck this up" completely weighing him down. They're still there, but dammit, they're not completely.
Still, for all his bluster, loudness and belligerence, he can't bring himself to be necessarily rough with her. That doesn't mean he wastes any time placing his hands and lips where they were before they got off the couch as soon as she sits down (did you want to get a word in? too bad) and nor are they any less firmly placed for the time lost. However, the change in scenery and the sudden and deep appreciation for how much closer she is, plus the thought of "shit, can I actually try this now?" crossing his mind, means that he's willing to be even braver. With little warning besides his hands clenching slightly around her waist, he drags his lips across her face and down her neck in a series of quick and stumbling kisses.
Given how quickly he pulls his face back up to return to proper kissing it was clearly experimental. At least he finally isn't going to knock himself for trying. He's gotten that comfortable.]
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She's nervous, her heart's probably beating about as fast as his is (he's always had a good sense for smelling out when people's nervousness is because of him), and for a moment he was reconsidering everything because of the look on her face- wide-eyed and frozen like that.
Bu then she's grabbing him by the shirt as he stands up and holding her face close-- very close, but far enough so that when Arakita jerks his head forward to kiss her again, he doesn't quite reach. She's pushing back, meeting where he stands and even challenging him, and he likes it. He likes being dragged around by his collar because it means that she's willing to play the push-and-pull games he always sets up for any interactions he has with people.
The look on her face, flushed as it may be, is one that inspires an actual grin to slide across his own face as he gets pulled to the couch... it being just as red, but. details.]
Ah? Who said you're callin' all the shots here?
[The way he falls on the couch is anything but graceful, his gaze and grin are far too eager to be anything but. He still hasn't shaken the nervous energy, rapid heart rate and full-body blush, but is he ever actually excited for this without thoughts of "I'm going to totally fuck this up" completely weighing him down. They're still there, but dammit, they're not completely.
Still, for all his bluster, loudness and belligerence, he can't bring himself to be necessarily rough with her. That doesn't mean he wastes any time placing his hands and lips where they were before they got off the couch as soon as she sits down (did you want to get a word in? too bad) and nor are they any less firmly placed for the time lost. However, the change in scenery and the sudden and deep appreciation for how much closer she is, plus the thought of "shit, can I actually try this now?" crossing his mind, means that he's willing to be even braver. With little warning besides his hands clenching slightly around her waist, he drags his lips across her face and down her neck in a series of quick and stumbling kisses.
Given how quickly he pulls his face back up to return to proper kissing it was clearly experimental. At least he finally isn't going to knock himself for trying. He's gotten that comfortable.]