"when you kiss someone, is it really normal to do it that many times?" –yor forger
aka 4 snippets of yor asking about kissing. inspired by sxf short mission 14!
enjoy~
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1️⃣
When she asks her, Ms. Martha quirks a brow and flushes. It's a first, Yor thinks, to see the older woman look flustered when she's typically calm and composed in a way Yor envies.
"I'm hardly an expert on the subject," Martha says, her blush deepening. She looks at Yor a beat too long, lips poised to speak, before shaking her head and following the children out.
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2️⃣
Camilla stares at her a little, almost making her wish that she didn't ask. "You talk like you're not married to a hot guy, senpai," she finally says before sipping her coffee. "I mean, when you look at him, don't you just want to... you know?" She raises her eyebrows and puckers her lips a bit, and it takes everything in Yor not to crush the spoon in her hands.
"W-w-with Loid, you mean??" But we're not like that! she wants to say. Though then again... they are married. Is that what married people do?
She turns to Sharon, who shrugs. "I don't french my husband every chance I get, if that's what you're asking."
This only makes her blush even deeper, to which Millie just laughs, young and uncaring.
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3️⃣
"I'm sorry, please forget that I asked! It was inappropriate of me." Her fingers twitch around her cup causing the tiniest ripples to form on the surface of the tea, breaking the reflection staring back at her.
"Nonsense, dear," Barbara says, setting a plate of biscuits down. "I've heard young wives ask more embarrassing things at the start of their own marriages. This is nothing."
"Is that so...?"
Barbara has an austere face. It reminds Yor of the landlady at her first apartment in Berlint—sharp, scrutinizing, always early to knock on her door to ask about rent (never mind that Yor was always just as early to settle her balance with the lady's daughter). But Barbara's smiles are kind, enough for Yor's shoulders to relax and for her hands to stop shaking.
"'Normal', you ask?" Barbara raises her cup to her nose, sniffing the tea before taking a sip. "Well, I think everyone's normal looks different, dear. If we were all the same, then love would be immensely boring, don't you think? Why, when Sigmund and I first started dating..."
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4️⃣
Loid coughs into his drink. She didn't think she'd catch him this off guard, but it must be weird for a wife to ask her husband about kissing?
"I'm so sorry! You don't have to answer, after all!" Yor has half a mind to put on her shoes and sprint out to go anywhere, literally anywhere else. She settles for burying her face into a pillow, wishing she could at least go back in time and smack some sense into past Yor.
"It's alright, Yor. I asked you to tell me." Loid clears his throat. "Erm, can I ask what brought this on though?"
"I... just don't know what to think, I guess?" It's not the whole truth, but it relieves her still to be honest. "I've never paid attention to things like this before. But now that we're married, I wonder if maybe I have to? B-Because—"
Because she doesn't get it.
Because she's never kissed anyone.
Because she's doesn't know how she'd know if she wanted to.
"—I won't know what to do. For our cover, I mean. I've messed up before, haven't I?"
Loid is quiet, which is somehow scarier than if he'd laughed at her for being silly. She chances a peek; at least he's not looking at her. But there's something about his eyes—something that's foreign on Loid's face and yet still somehow eerily familiar. When he catches her staring, he brightens, and it's just Loid again looking back at her.
"I agree that kissing can help maintain the illusion of a happy, married couple," he says. "And I know there were times in the past where we've been pushed to do it, but it's not the only way to show love and affection. I'd rather not do anything that will make you uncomfortable, and we could always just figure out what works best for us."
"But our cover—"
"—is fine. We're fine. But I appreciate that you've given it a lot of thought, Yor. It means a lot." At this, he cracks a smile, his usually sharp eyes now gentle, looking impossibly handsome under their modest kitchen lighting. Her heart stutters at the sight—a familiar feeling, at least whenever Loid is concerned.
When you look at him, don't you just want to... you know?
"Papa! Turn off my light for me!"
Loid rolls his eyes, the small smile on his lips betraying unmistakable fondness. "That girl... I swear." He downs the rest of his drink before turning back to give Yor a parting look. "You should turn in soon, too. Rest easy, Yor."
"L-likewise."
When he's finally out of sight, Yor releases a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She thinks back—to his eyes, his smile, his gentle reassurance, the way her heart skipped when she was with him... She doesn't quite understand them yet, if these are close to the feelings people get for someone they'd want to kiss.
But if it's with Loid, maybe she wouldn't mind finding out.
