[Leaning over, now propped up on her left elbow, Kaname smiles at him, eyes and everything about her expression showing a new sort of look. One filled with fondness, affection, kindness, warmth, and even a little amusement. Her right hand reaches over, pulling away from his, to brush some stray hair out of his face, gaze never leaving him.
Without a word or sound or anything other than her smile, her lips firmly meet his. The pressure is there, to let him know it's not a dream or a hallucination, to tell him she wants this as well, to tell him it's what he might ask isn't too much... it's not enough. Fingers run through his hair, slowly making their way to the back of his head, where her hand slides around to cup his cheek. He might not be in a position to hold her, but she can hold him and convey the fact she never wants to let go, even if she eventually has to.
When she does pull away, she allows herself to lightly flop on the pillow next to him, both hands now free. The right remains against his face, thumb tracing along his cheekbone, while the other takes his to press against her chest, specifically her heart. It's beating like mad, chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. He needs to know what it does to her. Calmly, eventually, she speaks in reply to his worries.]
Then I'll offer, and you can take what you want once you know. Like I said: You're staying.
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Without a word or sound or anything other than her smile, her lips firmly meet his. The pressure is there, to let him know it's not a dream or a hallucination, to tell him she wants this as well, to tell him it's what he might ask isn't too much... it's not enough. Fingers run through his hair, slowly making their way to the back of his head, where her hand slides around to cup his cheek. He might not be in a position to hold her, but she can hold him and convey the fact she never wants to let go, even if she eventually has to.
When she does pull away, she allows herself to lightly flop on the pillow next to him, both hands now free. The right remains against his face, thumb tracing along his cheekbone, while the other takes his to press against her chest, specifically her heart. It's beating like mad, chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. He needs to know what it does to her. Calmly, eventually, she speaks in reply to his worries.]
Then I'll offer, and you can take what you want once you know. Like I said: You're staying.