[Her eyelids lower to half-mast as he presses his lips to her palm, the kiss of color to his cheeks bright even among the flush of exertion. She imagines she looks much the same— she certainly feels warmed from head to toe, every inch of her edging towards pleasantly numb in the wake of their joining. She gently reaches to trace a finger along the curve of that coy smile before she drops her hand to rest at his waist, giving his hip an affectionate squeeze.]
I think I rather like this capacity.
[Which, perhaps, brings her several steps closer to deciding what she wants. 'Getting to know him better' is still certainly a part of it, but it's plain enough that there is a spark that could easily grow to more, especially with the way that adoring gaze of his makes her stomach twist itself into a pleasant knot.
If it bothers either of them that she isn't Azem, it no longer shows, though she imagines those are bittersweet feelings that he won't be able to dismiss so easily— and he shouldn't.]
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I think I rather like this capacity.
[Which, perhaps, brings her several steps closer to deciding what she wants. 'Getting to know him better' is still certainly a part of it, but it's plain enough that there is a spark that could easily grow to more, especially with the way that adoring gaze of his makes her stomach twist itself into a pleasant knot.
If it bothers either of them that she isn't Azem, it no longer shows, though she imagines those are bittersweet feelings that he won't be able to dismiss so easily— and he shouldn't.]
I could... easily get used to that.
['Hey, I like you a lot.']