[She watches him intently for those moments, searching his own face in turn, looking for any trace of uncertainty and instead finding herself admiring the gentle, smiling curve of his mouth, the delicate slope of his nose and cheeks, his fine brows and bright eyes, his full lips that she now knows the feel and taste of. Some of it, perhaps, is what the remains of who she once was remembers— but the draw feels too strong, too real, too present for it to be only that.
As she'd said, she's not the Azem that he knew— which, she decides, means her curiosities and desires are entirely her own, whatever faint memories may reside within her. She gives him a faint, lopsided smile as she watches him patiently.]
What are you looking for—
[She cuts herself off as he leans down to meet her, to claim her lips, and without a second thought, she is kissing him back just as fervidly. The experimental hesitance that their first kiss had held is now gone, replaced instead with a decisive reassurance of want.
If they both want this, then perhaps they owe it to themselves.
She gently pushes a hand against his shoulder as they kiss, her lips parting eagerly against his, tongue curious even as she nudges him to roll onto his back, easing one leg over his hip with intent as her fingers skim downwards along the curve of his neck and move to trace along his collarbone, shifting herself to straddle his hips.]
starlight continuation!
[She watches him intently for those moments, searching his own face in turn, looking for any trace of uncertainty and instead finding herself admiring the gentle, smiling curve of his mouth, the delicate slope of his nose and cheeks, his fine brows and bright eyes, his full lips that she now knows the feel and taste of. Some of it, perhaps, is what the remains of who she once was remembers— but the draw feels too strong, too real, too present for it to be only that.
As she'd said, she's not the Azem that he knew— which, she decides, means her curiosities and desires are entirely her own, whatever faint memories may reside within her. She gives him a faint, lopsided smile as she watches him patiently.]
What are you looking for—
[She cuts herself off as he leans down to meet her, to claim her lips, and without a second thought, she is kissing him back just as fervidly. The experimental hesitance that their first kiss had held is now gone, replaced instead with a decisive reassurance of want.
If they both want this, then perhaps they owe it to themselves.
She gently pushes a hand against his shoulder as they kiss, her lips parting eagerly against his, tongue curious even as she nudges him to roll onto his back, easing one leg over his hip with intent as her fingers skim downwards along the curve of his neck and move to trace along his collarbone, shifting herself to straddle his hips.]