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[ She rests her head against his shoulder. ] Connect like that? Mm. [ She nods, her hair rustling softly against his skin. ]

Although, honestly I... didn't know about the paint would help something like that until then.

It helps that you're easy to connect with. [ Not just because of his magic, but because of all the trust she has with him, all the love and affection. ]

Huh... surprise, then.

[For both of them, it seems. He shifts a little, enough to tuck his arm around her and stroke a hand lazily through her hair.]

It was really, um... intense, I guess is the word for it? Like, in a good way, just- my mind's kinda blown. Like I could feel everything.

[ Her head angles towards him as he strokes her hair, catching just enough of his expression. ]

I liked it. [ She admits. ] Feeling that 'everything'... keeping us in sync, and-- so close together. [ Knowing what the other was feeling, feeling what the other was feeling, it was a strange but wonderful experience.

A blush returns to her cheeks. ] It's as if I felt your beauty, not just saw it.

[Whoops, his cheeks are pink too, quiet for a long moment before he can speak again.]

You too... uh... I still feel kinda clumsy with this sort of stuff sometimes, like I'm gonna end up doing it wrong... but. This- [Ahh, no, it's hard to say. He presses his face against her hair, voice half-muffled. He's so embarrassed.] I could feel, um... when you felt good.

Ah, that.... [ She goes quiet for a moment, either out of respect or embarrassment, because... Yes. As intimate as their connection had been, it had been as if--

They were really, really connected. ]

I felt it, as if it were my own. Your-- climax, I mean, even before we were joined. [ And then, as he might recall, she came.

This is new territory for the both of them. ]

Y-yeah, that.

[It's definitely easier to feel it than to say it, but hearing her agreement - and knowing she's on the same page - does make him feel a little less flustered.]

It's not... too much?

[ She shakes her head slowly, her cheeks remaining red. ] I was just about to ask you.

[ ....She kisses him upon the cheek. ]

No. It all felt right. Erm, not that I don't mind being 'separated' either, when we couple, either. [ She supposes she's biased, she likes being with him in any way, paint or no paint, connected or not connected.

'Clumsy', he says he feels, when she hadn't gotten that feeling at all. She'll just have to continue to reassure him on that front. Also, practice makes perfect. ]

[He considers a moment not so much the answer but how to phrase it; he still struggles with articulating how he feels even on the best of days, and the intensity of it all still has him somewhat addled.]

No... it was a lot all at once, but it still felt pretty incredible. I wouldn't mind doing that again. Maybe not every time... [He pauses, then gives his painted chest an idle scratch, the colour flaking a bit.] And maybe not always with paint.

[Fun! But. So messy...]

[ Very... messy. They probably should clean themselves up and their bedsheets. But first-

Gently, as if not meaning to impose, ] Perhaps if you have an idea, next time we can try that.

[ She knows his drive isn't the greatest, but she wants that option to be there for him, for when he wishes to try something new, too. ]

...You've never come across as "clumsy", either. [ Instinct. All instinct. ]

[If he has ideas... well, he'll have to think about that. He doesn't spend a great deal of time thinking about sex, unless they're around one another and the mood feels right. That one time against the wall was pretty great, though...

At her addendum, he has the decency to look sheepish.]

Only... sometimes, I said.

[It's not a persistent thing! He's had enough good feedback from her that he knows when he's doing a good job.]

[ She cuddles up to him, taking in a renewed interest in his expression. Sheepish and meek isn't something she often sees on him-- it's rather cute. Which means it's time to emphasize that he's absolutely the best at sex, in her totally unbiased opinion.

Her finger draws small circles into his chest, idle but obviously flirty. ] Mm, a little like how you fight. [ From what she's seen of him, which would mostly be him fighting monsters in their video game together. She sweetens her voice, lowering it. ] As if you're improvising and following all of your instincts...

[ This ends with a kiss on his cheek. ]

Effortless.

Guess the physical stuff's easier for me...

[The paint flakes a little beneath her fingertips, not enough to conceal his shiver at her touch. He lifts himself up subtly at her praise.]

You make it pretty easy, you know. [His fingers curl in her hair, one looping a loose lock around itself a few times.] You always let me know exactly how you're feeling, and... when it's good.

[ She leans into his touch, enjoying his affection. ]

I suppose the connection helps with that... [ During which, they know exactly what the other is feeling. ] But am I that obvious?

[ (Probably. Definitely. Yes. The moment she saw his earlier expression as he looked over the mural, so determined and content-- proud, even?-- she had wanted to kiss him right then and there.) ]

You're... pretty obvious. I can tell even when the connection isn't that strong.

[Noticing her contented posture, he keeps up the soft stroking, brushing little tangles from her short hair.]

It's not a bad thing. It... helps. And you should be able to say what you feel whenever you want, obvious or not.

I... Mm. You're right. [ She certainly said how she felt just now, something she's getting better at, and even if she didn't... she definitely showed it in more ways than one. Him, too. ]

I feel...

[ Her eyes slide shut when he continues those little affectionate pets, then opens them to the ceiling of their bedroom. Little flickers of stars of the mural catch her attention, reminding her that his art remains unfinished. There had been more she wanted to talk to him about in regards to the mural-- the crystal, Bahamut, how he feels-- but... in his arms, such topics don't seem as important as being lying quiet and content with him. Or maybe that's the point, that no matter how they feel, they can find security alongside each other. ]

That we should wash ourselves before we fall asleep, mm?

[At that he exhales somewhat dramatically, flopping his head back against the pillow. Uuuugh... the act itself was fun but now he's just sticky.]

I hate that you're right... s'too early for bed though, and I don't wanna wake up in this. Shower?

[Just... give him a minute, he'll muster the energy to get up. Totally.]

Shower.

[ She agrees with a nod, and after a moment, she slowly brings herself up to a sitting position on the bed. Her hand presses into his as she looks back at him, letting out a small laugh through her nose. ]

...And laundry.

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