[There are several things that happen in relatively quick succession. She puts aside her fishing pole and he’s almost positive it’s because she just doesn’t have anymore patience to deal with fish. A hand lifts and curls about a strip of leather that’s wrapped securely right over his chest.
He hears her plainly. Clearly. Is it too much? Is all of this too much for her? He must always traipse carefully with her. As he’s faced with her expression, he’s trying to pry for information he’s not asking aloud. All he has to go on is the sound of her voice, perhaps just a touch softer, a gentle edge to it. The turn of her expression. He’s seen a look like that before, but this one is just a little different.
He’s still wondering what it could possibly mean when she suddenly leans up and settles the touch of her lips against his. It is an incredibly weighted moment. A weighted exchange. Kainé has never made a move like that. Back during the festival, he had only kissed her once he had the permission to do so. Even then, he had to be incredibly careful about it. It dawns on him that he has no idea how to handle this situation.
Don’t press, he reminds himself.
So instead, he lifts a hand and carefully traces his thumb along the stunning line of her jaw, soft and impossibly lovely in contrast to how rough around the edges she can sometimes seem. Baby steps. Baby steps.]
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He hears her plainly. Clearly. Is it too much? Is all of this too much for her? He must always traipse carefully with her. As he’s faced with her expression, he’s trying to pry for information he’s not asking aloud. All he has to go on is the sound of her voice, perhaps just a touch softer, a gentle edge to it. The turn of her expression. He’s seen a look like that before, but this one is just a little different.
He’s still wondering what it could possibly mean when she suddenly leans up and settles the touch of her lips against his. It is an incredibly weighted moment. A weighted exchange. Kainé has never made a move like that. Back during the festival, he had only kissed her once he had the permission to do so. Even then, he had to be incredibly careful about it. It dawns on him that he has no idea how to handle this situation.
Don’t press, he reminds himself.
So instead, he lifts a hand and carefully traces his thumb along the stunning line of her jaw, soft and impossibly lovely in contrast to how rough around the edges she can sometimes seem. Baby steps. Baby steps.]