[Kaname inhales sharply, his sudden movements and the grunt of effort (and with what she expects is pain), catching her off guard enough to break the trance. She moves her hand the same time as his, hers pressed against his chest, fingertips resting on his clavicle. In fact, that's where both are situated, one on either shoulder. There's nothing she can do but shift with him. Luckily, it's not a big move, though she's higher up on the bed. Or he's lower down. Either way, their faces are now level, and she can see the look in his eyes.]
Messer-kun, you shouldn't be do--
[Her breath catches, and she can feel her own heart speed up. When she feels his hand on her back, she starts, a jolt of electricity so clearly to blame. She swallows, closing her eyes as his knuckles trace her across her cheek, reveling in the touch. Foreheads meets, and his fingers weaving through her hair, a happy sigh-- a very happy sigh-- escapes her.
Control ebbs, and she reaches around, arm snaking over his shoulder, around to his back, then up the back of his neck, fingers taking in every contour and muscle there. Again, she's tangled up in his hair, holding his head to her. She cracks one bright blue eye open to look at him and issue a warning.]
Just remember how scared I'll be if you hurt yourself further. [The words are meant to act as a deterrent to prevent anything else from happening. Much more would definitely serve as a setback on his road to complete recovery. Still, while there is a line, they haven't crossed it just yet.
Angles adjust, and her eye closes again. His head to moved forward so his lips will meets hers. Kaname kisses him, gently at first, then more eagerly. It's not demanding, not yet. The message is there, a promise of what's to come, if this works out. What she wants, what she imagines he wants, too, but he might never have dared imagine. It's all there, just waiting for him to get better.]
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Messer-kun, you shouldn't be do--
[Her breath catches, and she can feel her own heart speed up. When she feels his hand on her back, she starts, a jolt of electricity so clearly to blame. She swallows, closing her eyes as his knuckles trace her across her cheek, reveling in the touch. Foreheads meets, and his fingers weaving through her hair, a happy sigh-- a very happy sigh-- escapes her.
Control ebbs, and she reaches around, arm snaking over his shoulder, around to his back, then up the back of his neck, fingers taking in every contour and muscle there. Again, she's tangled up in his hair, holding his head to her. She cracks one bright blue eye open to look at him and issue a warning.]
Just remember how scared I'll be if you hurt yourself further. [The words are meant to act as a deterrent to prevent anything else from happening. Much more would definitely serve as a setback on his road to complete recovery. Still, while there is a line, they haven't crossed it just yet.
Angles adjust, and her eye closes again. His head to moved forward so his lips will meets hers. Kaname kisses him, gently at first, then more eagerly. It's not demanding, not yet. The message is there, a promise of what's to come, if this works out. What she wants, what she imagines he wants, too, but he might never have dared imagine. It's all there, just waiting for him to get better.]