[ He has a feeling that no matter how many times he hears those words, they are always going to fill him with glee, always going to make his heart skip and flip while something warm winds its way around his ribs. It’s even better when she says it like this, voice hushed while they press close together, sentiment breathed into the moment before their lips meet.
When he silently asks to pass her lips, her moment of surprise is not lost on him. He is ready to go back to simple kisses if that’s what she wants, but in the end her own lips part and Thoma is at last allowed to taste the sweet heat of her mouth. It is much like everything else about Ori: utterly wonderful.
He breathes out a contented sigh against her, letting her swallow the sound down while he explores her, tongue curling past her lips. The hand on her cheek slides further back into her braided and beflowered locks as he presses as close as their respective costumes will allow. Oh, he could stay like this for a while, utterly lost in her. Perhaps he does. Who’s to say? Time certainly has no meaning while they’re like this. ]
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When he silently asks to pass her lips, her moment of surprise is not lost on him. He is ready to go back to simple kisses if that’s what she wants, but in the end her own lips part and Thoma is at last allowed to taste the sweet heat of her mouth. It is much like everything else about Ori: utterly wonderful.
He breathes out a contented sigh against her, letting her swallow the sound down while he explores her, tongue curling past her lips. The hand on her cheek slides further back into her braided and beflowered locks as he presses as close as their respective costumes will allow. Oh, he could stay like this for a while, utterly lost in her. Perhaps he does. Who’s to say? Time certainly has no meaning while they’re like this. ]