[ His kiss is returned soundly, and it gives Hana a moment to pull herself back together after that vulnerable moment, thankfully. He sensibly pulls away so he can navigate them to his room, but Hana burrows her face into his shoulder, nuzzling his neck as he takes them there.
She doesn't really notice the futon, and doesn't really know why Shiro's chuckling, but she sets the candle down on the nightstand carefully. See? Now he doesn't have to imagine the sight of her wit her hair splayed across his pillow, and she smiles a little smugly even as he leans in for another kiss. She gives an approving hum of her own at the feeling of his fingers in her hair, and in turn, she reaches up and tries to wrap her arms around him best as she can and pull him down to her. She wants him closer. On her. Only a few moments have passed since they were by the futon and her body is already aching for his. ]
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She doesn't really notice the futon, and doesn't really know why Shiro's chuckling, but she sets the candle down on the nightstand carefully. See? Now he doesn't have to imagine the sight of her wit her hair splayed across his pillow, and she smiles a little smugly even as he leans in for another kiss. She gives an approving hum of her own at the feeling of his fingers in her hair, and in turn, she reaches up and tries to wrap her arms around him best as she can and pull him down to her. She wants him closer. On her. Only a few moments have passed since they were by the futon and her body is already aching for his. ]