[ Where his hand cradles her face, she leans into it readily, cheeks darkening with color. This is happening fast — not more than ten minutes ago was she convinced that his clear attachment to her had nothing to do with romanticism — but she's always been pressing and looking forward. It'd be too much of a shame to not keep pace with him in this moment, to not meet his every tender word. ]
I think you have an idea, [ She hums, looking up at him and only him. Close like this, she can hardly see the blooms all around them, much less the estate or the cameras. Right now, all else falls away. ] After making me wait so long as you did...
[ With her arms still snug around him, she tilts her chin up to brush her lips with his — for real this time, not a teasing peck to leave him wanting more, to try to goad him into desiring her. She kisses him firmly, sweetly, the contact simple and straightforward but all the more heartfelt for it. She remembers spin the bottle, remembers his tentative and awkward approach towards kissing, how he'd needed to strictly avert his eyes completely after the fact. She wants to see the difference between that Yi Sang and the one in front of her now, how different he might feel kissing someone for whom he's fostered, nurtured, and grown affection for. It's better this way for her, too, the curve of her smile tangible against his lips, accompanying a fresh burst of longing in her chest. ]
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I think you have an idea, [ She hums, looking up at him and only him. Close like this, she can hardly see the blooms all around them, much less the estate or the cameras. Right now, all else falls away. ] After making me wait so long as you did...
[ With her arms still snug around him, she tilts her chin up to brush her lips with his — for real this time, not a teasing peck to leave him wanting more, to try to goad him into desiring her. She kisses him firmly, sweetly, the contact simple and straightforward but all the more heartfelt for it. She remembers spin the bottle, remembers his tentative and awkward approach towards kissing, how he'd needed to strictly avert his eyes completely after the fact. She wants to see the difference between that Yi Sang and the one in front of her now, how different he might feel kissing someone for whom he's fostered, nurtured, and grown affection for. It's better this way for her, too, the curve of her smile tangible against his lips, accompanying a fresh burst of longing in her chest. ]