[ And Ori, for her part, has appreciated the boundless patience that Thoma has shown her in all things, including this. She knows that it's natural for relationships to progress into more physical expressions of affection - but this isn't like the clumsy, purely hormonal flings of her teenaged years. It is far too precious and loving to be. So she wants to take things slow, to bask in the wholesomeness of holding hands and sharing sweet kisses with each other, in the warmth of affectionate embraces and everything else.
She has to admit, though, that Thoma has been making it difficult, especially as of late. It's hard not to think about what happened between them in the woods a few weeks ago; and now, his voice has taken even more of an edge to it than it had then— and spirits, she does she realize now how much she loves it. She loves him.
Each kiss he leaves on her draws something out of her, whether it's a soft gasp, a quiet sigh, or something that almost resembles a moan. She's careful to keep herself quiet, but the fact remains that she doesn't stop herself from giving him this. She would give her loves the world if she could, after all.
And so when he asks if he should make her his, she can't help but chuckle. Make you mine, he asks, but as far as she's concerned... She has already been his, heart and soul. And he drags that confidence lurking deep beneath her worries and anxieties to the surface as she once again echoes his words back at him. ]
You mean I'm not already?
[ Her grasp tightens in his hair as she sighs once more and adds, ]
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She has to admit, though, that Thoma has been making it difficult, especially as of late. It's hard not to think about what happened between them in the woods a few weeks ago; and now, his voice has taken even more of an edge to it than it had then— and spirits, she does she realize now how much she loves it. She loves him.
Each kiss he leaves on her draws something out of her, whether it's a soft gasp, a quiet sigh, or something that almost resembles a moan. She's careful to keep herself quiet, but the fact remains that she doesn't stop herself from giving him this. She would give her loves the world if she could, after all.
And so when he asks if he should make her his, she can't help but chuckle. Make you mine, he asks, but as far as she's concerned... She has already been his, heart and soul. And he drags that confidence lurking deep beneath her worries and anxieties to the surface as she once again echoes his words back at him. ]
You mean I'm not already?
[ Her grasp tightens in his hair as she sighs once more and adds, ]
Please, Thoma...?