[ Tseng lets the kiss land without resistance, without attempting to withhold the low breath it draws from him. Naturally she doesn't argue but redirects, and the confidence of it folds into something warmer than affection in his chest.
Order in. Of course. She already assumes she's staying the night like it's the most natural thing in the world. He hasn't thought about it in those terms—not since the last time she left his apartment and his sheets smelling like her flowers. He hasn't said a word about not sleeping as well after he changed them. ]
Sushi, then. [ Tseng adjusts the turn of his wrist slightly, so her fingers fall more comfortably into place between his. All the while, her touch on his cheek has left a ghost of sensation; he's trying not to just reach for it again immediately. ] And whatever else you have in mind. [ Dangerous to grant Aerith that, but Tseng's own sidelong glance says that he's aware of just the risk he's taking with it. ]
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Order in. Of course. She already assumes she's staying the night like it's the most natural thing in the world. He hasn't thought about it in those terms—not since the last time she left his apartment and his sheets smelling like her flowers. He hasn't said a word about not sleeping as well after he changed them. ]
Sushi, then. [ Tseng adjusts the turn of his wrist slightly, so her fingers fall more comfortably into place between his. All the while, her touch on his cheek has left a ghost of sensation; he's trying not to just reach for it again immediately. ] And whatever else you have in mind. [ Dangerous to grant Aerith that, but Tseng's own sidelong glance says that he's aware of just the risk he's taking with it. ]