@cosmosbled // ( unprompted → accepting ) takes her hand in his, bringing it up to press his lips to the knuckles. / :)
He’s known to take her hand, to thread his fingers between them and give them a tight squeeze or to lift it higher, bringing it to his lips and pressing the gentle and chaste kisses the two have come accustom to. It’s habitual at this point, normalized between them and surely, only them. Yet each time feels like it’s first. Any time his lips made contact with her skin, it would set her heart a flutter and warmth would course through her body. It would dust her rosy cheeks a deep red, one noticeable to anyone looking onward— one they’d hoped to not make, not yet anyways. Their relationship was kept private, as they preferred it. To enjoy one another within their own space, to not endure prying eyes or comments. Neither enjoyed standing out with something that seemed to intimate after all...
The moment was brief, yet it felt as though an eternity had gone by. His hand resting beneath hers, long after it was lowered away from his lips. Smaller fingers would lace together with his own as she craned herself up to just look at him. The hand not entangled with his own would come to her mouth to suppress a small bit of laughter before reaching up to return the gesture. Pressing her own lips to the other’s cheek. Just as his, it was brief, yet the moment felt like a life time. Letting go as she set herself back right, never removing her fingers from his own.
Once more, her hand move to hold in her laughter — This time reaching up to gently pinch at his nose. ‘ You know you don’t need to just kiss my hands, Giyuu-chan. ‘