[ The revelation is not nearly as much of a surprise to her as how it makes her feel. Back home, back in what she still sometimes thinks of as real life, that news would have launched her off the couch like a rocket. Sex isn't the big deal some people make it out to be, like it's either the best or worst thing ever and some kind of huge milestone in a life, but for someone like Prompto - sweet and insecure and almost painfully eager to please - five months ago that would have been way more responsibility than she wanted in her life. He's too tender and she's too brash. Leave that to someone who can make it clear to him how much he's worth, leave him feeling safe and loved and precious.
She doesn't know if she can be that person, but his hand settles more confidently on her hip and he laughs, and damn but it makes her want to try. ]
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
[ And for a moment she just rests her forehead against his, tips of their noses touching, and combs her fingers through his hair before shifting to kiss him again. ]
( if prompto still retained any semblance of rationality by this point it would've been spent pinching himself to make sure this isn't some kind of fever dream, that these months in some weird random town dealing with the most unexpected of things aren't just a figment of his undoubtedly overactive imagination - but the fact is he doesn't; all that's registering is the nudge of aranea's nose against his that calls forth the memories of their first day here, when they had been blissfully oblivious, each other's entire world. gingerly he shifts, moves to thread his free hand in silver strands and when he's wrapped up in yet another kiss it feels like coming home, the answering warmth surging in his chest 'til it feels fit to burst. )
[ When his fingers tangle in her hair it reminds her just how much she's missed this. Just the closeness. The warmth of him, the reassurance that comes with that sweetness that's all his and nothing to do with whatever put them here. She hums quietly at his gentle shifting, slips a hand under the hem of his shirt to rest it against the warmth of his skin, and tips her head to lay a kiss against the line of his jaw. ]
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Date: 2017-06-13 10:52 pm (UTC)She doesn't know if she can be that person, but his hand settles more confidently on her hip and he laughs, and damn but it makes her want to try. ]
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
[ And for a moment she just rests her forehead against his, tips of their noses touching, and combs her fingers through his hair before shifting to kiss him again. ]
gosh
Date: 2017-06-14 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-15 09:07 am (UTC)Missed you, Shortcake.