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[ oh, that’s… nice… he does end up opening his eyes to sneak a look at her reaction.

It still makes him blush a little more— but also kind of excited?

He closes his eyes again and presses down into the kiss a little more, experimenting lightly there too, his fingers a little more firm against her chest, but it’s hard to feel any contours with her bra on for now ]

[unfortunately, clothes exist, and she realizes that too. so, after a moment, she breaks the kiss so that she can pull back and she pulls off her shirt. not her bra! yet! but it's still a little more freedom than before.

. . . but she's also going to tug at his shirt a little, too. off with it, bud. she's not going to be the only one without a shirt here.]

It's okay, right? To take it off.

[ give him a moment— but then he nods, shedding his cardigan at the nudge. ]

Okay.

[ and then he has to fiddle with buttons—- not even getting into his headdress.

Turns out he has a lot of clothes. ]

[you big desert baby]

Let me help.

[Because she will, and she is. It helps the process go a lot faster if nothing else??]

[ IT WAS REALLY COLD OVER THE WINTER OK. But he blinks and then nods—

It DOES go faster. And it’s not like he is wearing his full uniform. ]

Thanks!!

[ he says, sneaking a kiss ]

[she laughs, giving him a kiss back]

I'll keep you warm, don't worry.

Ahahaha… okay.

[ it seems that he has been lucky for scars so far— another bit of luck that he’s hidden well. But his tattoos are more obvious— along both arms, white and in a curling pattern.

He hasn’t really worn short sleeves to make them obvious before. ]

I’ve never done anything like this before… you liked that?

[oh yeah, actually, it's notable that she's got a stab wound from the FATEFUL FLAG STABBING and what looks like a bunch of surgical scars from where the bomb was. Since he probably hasn't seen those, she's usually pretty good about not getting changed in front of people.

but she traces the tattoos along his arms thoughtfully]

I did, I liked it a lot. . . . I didn't know you had all these, though.

[ she’ll be able to see the scar on his back from feather face later… he blinks ]

Oh yeah! I’ve had them for awhile…

[ though, he is distracted by the scars for a moment. And then… wraps his arms around her pulling her close and down to the bed with him, just so he can nuzzle her, affectionately ]

You’re so beautiful.

How lon—

[there's a surprised noise as he pulls her down, though, before she nuzzles up to him and she takes a moment to just... enjoy? being pressed against him.]

You don't have to flatter me, Kalim.

Eh?? I’m just saying what I think!! Who cares if it’s flattery?

So you actually mean it?

[because now she's feeling all kinds of self-conscious]

Why would I lie?

[ again, with the genuine confusion ]

Sorry, I know you wouldn't. Just.

... You're the first person that's ever seen the scars, and I know they're pretty ugly, so...

Ahahaha… yeah. I could see that. And if you’re really worried, I bet Vil could help…

[ he considers for a moment, trying to be thoughtful about it. He wants to reassure her… ]

… but, I guess, they don’t really change my opinion? I wish they hadn’t happened! But… you’re still beautiful anyway.

It's kinda my job to have to look good. So. . .

[After she trails off, she just buries her face in his chest for a moment because she needs to take a second to get her thoughts under control.]

. . . Thank you, Kalim. It's just. Hard. Sometimes.

Yeah…

But you shouldn’t dwell! Especially not right now!

[ said as he nuzzles into the side of her head, near her head ]

I'm trying not to!!

[But, that still gets a giggle out of her all the same]

I love you.

Ehe~

I love you too.

[ see how easy it is for him to get distracted, even if they are skin to skin now— which is nice in its own way, he realizes ]

[it IS nice, but eventually she does pull back just enough so that she can run her fingers down his chest and - tentatively, she's not sure it's the same for guys, though she knows she doesn't mind it just from her own experiments - runs those fingers over his nipples.

but you know she's also pulling him back in for a kiss, it's time for horny again]

[ there’s a slight sound of surprise that escapes from his lips at that. He’s never experienced that sort of touch before.

He doesn’t know if it’s good or bad, just surprising.

But he quickly distracts himself with kissing her back, and remembering belatedly what he was focusing on before. His hand goes back to her chest—- and he still finds himself running his fingers along the edge of her bra without paying much attention ]

[... well! until he says otherwise, she's going to keep doing it, a gentle rhythm of just... feeling his chest, running her fingers over his nipples, and getting a good feel of him.

but then she realizes the bra is still there.

that's still a problem. and it'd only be fair if she also got everything off, right? right.

so she reluctantly stops, breaking the kiss for a moment, before unhooking her bra and shrugging it off.]

Fair is fair, right?

[ his cheeks pink a little bit— but honestly, she was definitely getting some? sort of reaction out of him? His nipples are erect, but he’s distracted again by her. ]

Right…

[ and he reaches out to touch her bare skin, thumb rubbing lightly over her nipple the way she had for him ]

Do you like that??

[There's a gasp, a small shudder, and a sharp nod because—she's played with them before, purely on her own, but it's almost electrifying having someone else do something.]

Yes. I—Keep doing that? And is it okay if I try something?

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