[She exhales softly as he presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth, willing some of the tension out of her body, away from the point where it's nestled itself between her shoulderblades. Kissing, touching, feels just a little more natural each time she allows herself to do it, and a part of her feels ridiculous for taking this long. She's always been safe with him, and there's nobody she trusts more— but some things just take time, regardless.
She eases forward, an arm draping over his shoulder before she reaches up to curl her fingers into his hair, another first. It's cautious, as everything else has been, perhaps surprisingly so for someone with so many sharp edges to her, but after a moment, her grip tightens— not enough to cause pain, but enough to give a sense of surety, of newfound confidence.]
You can touch me, too. If you want.
[It's a brief, quiet offer of permission against his own mouth before she tips her head to kiss him again, more confident this time, certain of what she wants.]
he loves her more than fishing, weh
She eases forward, an arm draping over his shoulder before she reaches up to curl her fingers into his hair, another first. It's cautious, as everything else has been, perhaps surprisingly so for someone with so many sharp edges to her, but after a moment, her grip tightens— not enough to cause pain, but enough to give a sense of surety, of newfound confidence.]
You can touch me, too. If you want.
[It's a brief, quiet offer of permission against his own mouth before she tips her head to kiss him again, more confident this time, certain of what she wants.]