It's clear from the way Diluc stops talking, lays a hand against her cheek, that he's seen the emotions play out more clearly on her face than she'd like, and her lips part to tell him that she's okay, that her brain is just being stupid, that she's enjoyingโ genuinelyโ listening to him.
But he interrupts her with a kiss, something sudden and soft, and there's something about it that's different from the kisses already shared this evening, something more tender, something sweeter that she can't quite place. There's a moment at the start of it where her eyes fly wide in shock; but they quickly sink shut once more as she finds herself melting into it againโ into him. And yet unlike before, she doesn't push it further, doesn't tease him or playโ she just kisses back, her fingers finding purchase on his forearms as she tugs him a little closer to her, as her lips answer his into the kiss; where he's tender, she's desperate, more than she'll ever admit.
(And later, she'll be embarrassed to recognize the way that her hands practically cling to his forearms, like he's some kind of lifeline for her.) ]
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It's clear from the way Diluc stops talking, lays a hand against her cheek, that he's seen the emotions play out more clearly on her face than she'd like, and her lips part to tell him that she's okay, that her brain is just being stupid, that she's enjoyingโ genuinelyโ listening to him.
But he interrupts her with a kiss, something sudden and soft, and there's something about it that's different from the kisses already shared this evening, something more tender, something sweeter that she can't quite place. There's a moment at the start of it where her eyes fly wide in shock; but they quickly sink shut once more as she finds herself melting into it againโ into him. And yet unlike before, she doesn't push it further, doesn't tease him or playโ she just kisses back, her fingers finding purchase on his forearms as she tugs him a little closer to her, as her lips answer his into the kiss; where he's tender, she's desperate, more than she'll ever admit.
(And later, she'll be embarrassed to recognize the way that her hands practically cling to his forearms, like he's some kind of lifeline for her.) ]