[ With each word, each compliment that passes from his lips, more and more flowers sprout around her. She will, naturally, make an attempt to stop him, quietly muttering: ]
Thoma...
[ But he keeps going, and by the time that she reaches up to grab hold of the fabric on his chest and pulls him down to seal his mouth with a kiss, blooms begin to fall out of the pleats in her hair from how full of flowers it's gotten, and soft petals are drifting slowly to the stone-lined pavement below their feet.
This is an effective way to get him to stop, right?
Although the press of their lips is fleeting, for now, she doesn't pull away entirely, keeping herself close to him as she stands on the tips of her toes. Her eyes are half-lidded when she says, softly, ]
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Thoma...
[ But he keeps going, and by the time that she reaches up to grab hold of the fabric on his chest and pulls him down to seal his mouth with a kiss, blooms begin to fall out of the pleats in her hair from how full of flowers it's gotten, and soft petals are drifting slowly to the stone-lined pavement below their feet.
This is an effective way to get him to stop, right?
Although the press of their lips is fleeting, for now, she doesn't pull away entirely, keeping herself close to him as she stands on the tips of her toes. Her eyes are half-lidded when she says, softly, ]
I'm sure... she feels the same way about you.