[his grip tightens on her fingers, loose but still firm. and, with an almost reverent gentleness, he draws her hand up to press a kiss against the back of her knuckles]
[. . .]
[. . . it might not be completely fair, considering he essentially asked her for more time. but occasionally, he's a little selfish. and he might not be able to admit verbally that he's kind of afraid she won't come back]
[ Embarrassingly, her voice cracks a bit on a startled note, and Rion abruptly presses her lips together, unable to prevent herself from flushing a darker pink. She's used to flirting. She's used to being called to, or called at, and guys who try to act cool but ultimately get flustered to high hell and back when she smiles and winks at them.
Kou is the anomaly here. But Akira's different, too. Maybe that's what had attracted her to him in the first place.
Still, this is entirely unfair, and she slowly lifts an eyebrow once she feels like she's recovered enough, before her fingers wrap around his and she lightly pulls his hand towards her.
If just to flip it over and leave a kiss against the underside of his wrist.
[Akira feels a shiver run down his spine when her lips brush up against the sensitive skin of his wrist. and then he suddenly finds himself wondering what she tastes like, what it would feel like to lean forward in a display of total bold and fearless courage to catch her mouth with his--]
[he gently tugs against his hand, his smile soft]
Knock 'em dead, Rion.
[if she lets him pull away, he'll be taking a step back to leave now]
[ And she'll let him go, offering a chipper wave before she returns to her practice. She probably won't have time to talk to him again before the mission, but that's fine. She'll get by. ]
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[his grip tightens on her fingers, loose but still firm. and, with an almost reverent gentleness, he draws her hand up to press a kiss against the back of her knuckles]
[. . .]
[. . . it might not be completely fair, considering he essentially asked her for more time. but occasionally, he's a little selfish. and he might not be able to admit verbally that he's kind of afraid she won't come back]
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[ Embarrassingly, her voice cracks a bit on a startled note, and Rion abruptly presses her lips together, unable to prevent herself from flushing a darker pink. She's used to flirting. She's used to being called to, or called at, and guys who try to act cool but ultimately get flustered to high hell and back when she smiles and winks at them.
Kou is the anomaly here. But Akira's different, too. Maybe that's what had attracted her to him in the first place.
Still, this is entirely unfair, and she slowly lifts an eyebrow once she feels like she's recovered enough, before her fingers wrap around his and she lightly pulls his hand towards her.
If just to flip it over and leave a kiss against the underside of his wrist.
I'll be fine. ]
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[he gently tugs against his hand, his smile soft]
Knock 'em dead, Rion.
[if she lets him pull away, he'll be taking a step back to leave now]
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[ And she'll let him go, offering a chipper wave before she returns to her practice. She probably won't have time to talk to him again before the mission, but that's fine. She'll get by. ]