[Just the mere contact of his lips along her jaw line encourages the flex of her fingers, stretching and spreading along his lower back. As ever, it's hard not to simply agree, more so when he uses that tone with her. It's likely all very intentional on his part. That he makes her resolve so weak remains true and pointed. As he reverently escorts her to her bed, her hold on him adjusts, one hand tracing up along her thigh to take hold of the bottom seam of her skirt, holding it where it lingers.
It's modesty only in slight. And she doubts very much that he much cares.
His lips touch to hers and it's a passionate one, leaving her trying to regain some form of composure when he relents, though he remains dangerously close to her.]
...They do, yes.
[Maybe she's just looking for an excuse not to fall so incredibly hard for Balthier, though she's certain that's already happened despite the way she's tried to avoid it.]
You're looking at me that way again.
[The way where she feels like she could faint under the weight of his darkened gaze. She remembers it very well.]
...I'm sorry for keeping you away from me for so long.
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It's modesty only in slight. And she doubts very much that he much cares.
His lips touch to hers and it's a passionate one, leaving her trying to regain some form of composure when he relents, though he remains dangerously close to her.]
...They do, yes.
[Maybe she's just looking for an excuse not to fall so incredibly hard for Balthier, though she's certain that's already happened despite the way she's tried to avoid it.]
You're looking at me that way again.
[The way where she feels like she could faint under the weight of his darkened gaze. She remembers it very well.]
...I'm sorry for keeping you away from me for so long.