[The sound he exhales sounds a little like a 'huh' and a little like a laugh and maybe, just a little, damp too. But then he hums and he's not about to deny her, not when she says his name and wants something so simple. So his other hand slips up so he can cradle her face between both of them, living metal and warm skin, and he leans down and kisses her, long and slow and heart deep.
Hana Song loves him. Hana Song loves him. Hana Song loves him. It's in every beat of his heart in his chest and the joy of it spills over into the kiss as well.]
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Hana Song loves him. Hana Song loves him. Hana Song loves him. It's in every beat of his heart in his chest and the joy of it spills over into the kiss as well.]