[He makes a pleased sound, keeping close after they part from the kiss, fingers curling gently where they rest on her hip. He's all contented affection right now, the shyness of their conversation fading back into satisfaction. Nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, and like usual, his instinct to fuss over nothing was silly. They accept one another, and thanks to that, they have this future together: ideas of lace and undressing and whatever else that don't matter in the grand scheme of things, but are allowed to matter in this world where they can indulge. It's pretty great, actually.]
If I think of anything else, I'll... let you know, okay?
[If he's keeping her guessing, yet she wants to do more and more new things with him, then he owes it to her to try and give her more ideas. This was fun, and whatever else they try is bound to be fun too.]
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If I think of anything else, I'll... let you know, okay?
[If he's keeping her guessing, yet she wants to do more and more new things with him, then he owes it to her to try and give her more ideas. This was fun, and whatever else they try is bound to be fun too.]