Her mouth parted over his, her tongue flickering along his lips, slow and slick and warm, easing them apart in a soft smile, a kiss all gentle exploration, just a taste--she liked it, liked him, learning the shape and feeling and sense of--
Shock. She gasped against him, eyes wide, startled and summer-bright.
"Oh," softly, after a moment, and then again, "oh," low and slow, weighted with understanding.
Why would she be--nervous? Anxious? Hesitant to touch, to feel. Had someone read her before, hurt her? No, no, she was worried. Worried he would be upset, or maybe offended; the worry was clearest.
She was beautiful. She would probably even cry beautifully, but he had no wish to ever see her do it.
"I did," he hummed, smiling, gently nuzzling the hand that she was almost afraid to let touch. He rubbed back, fingers tightening ever so slightly where they still met hers. Not hesitant, not angry in the least.
Re: Oh Hell No.
Shock. She gasped against him, eyes wide, startled and summer-bright.
"Oh," softly, after a moment, and then again, "oh," low and slow, weighted with understanding.
Why would she be--nervous? Anxious? Hesitant to touch, to feel. Had someone read her before, hurt her? No, no, she was worried. Worried he would be upset, or maybe offended; the worry was clearest.
She was beautiful. She would probably even cry beautifully, but he had no wish to ever see her do it.
"I did," he hummed, smiling, gently nuzzling the hand that she was almost afraid to let touch. He rubbed back, fingers tightening ever so slightly where they still met hers. Not hesitant, not angry in the least.