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— "Kiss me, you idiot."
A queer form of a demand to some, normally viewed in mixed reprise if one did not fully comprehend the general relation between the ones who resided underground. For what normally seemed an insult to one, held as a brand of endearment for another.
Jade hues cast a curious blink toward the demand; yet no question was presented, no gestures made save for the advance. Thereafter do two fingers uplift Isabel’s chin, followed by a gentle draw that brinked a near caress before the flaxen lowered and pressed his lips against hers in a feathery kiss.
A second or so came and passed before his orifice separated and strayed from the other, drifting only long enough to reconnect against Isabel’s jawline for a fleeting second. Callused pads then drifted lightly along her scalp when that second was over, only to aimlessly cord in the wound tresses across his fingers before breaking the silence.
“You alright?
{ 花 } ▌;; — ≻ Lips tipped up in the time allotted before his met hers. Emerald closed as soon as warmth was felt, leaned into the touch with a rock of her heels. One hand found home on his shoulder with ease, much different from first kiss they had shared months ago. Simply put: she felt affectionate at that moment, showed it with being gentle to mirror him. As separation occurred, Isabel sighed. His fingers found her hair, her hand finding home, in return, against the side of his face as palm slid up. She cupped his cheek, allowed thumb to drift lazily across his skin in tender display. Moments like these were rare, and moments like these she cherished. "I ask you to kiss me and you immediately ask if I'm alright." scoffed, but shrugged afterwards. The smile was back, and she found herself moving closer. Stealing moments. Stealing what she could while hideout was empty aside from them both. "Never been better."
"And you seem to be learning, finally."