[Slowly, she relents, hands dropping away to lay in her lap, as they ease back into things. Seems like they can't fully shake off the awkwardness, but it's better this way than if he was too eager, too pushy about it. This isn't the time to start comparing anyone to certain lavender princes, but what Keith lacked in methodical confidence, he made up for in sincerity. There was solidarity in the fact that they both were still fumbling around about this.
He presses a kiss just south of her sternum and she watches as his head follows the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. Her hands come up to comb through his hair affectionately, watching the black strands twist about her fingers as she cards through. Her fingers linger near the back of his neck, where the zipper of his suit starts.]
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He presses a kiss just south of her sternum and she watches as his head follows the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. Her hands come up to comb through his hair affectionately, watching the black strands twist about her fingers as she cards through. Her fingers linger near the back of his neck, where the zipper of his suit starts.]
...May I?