Maybe, more than she needs his encouragement and wisdom, Hana just needs him. Because the rain make her feel alive, now, and she wants to feel that with Shiro.
She wants to feel alive with him.
And so she kisses him back soundly, lips pressing and brushing and moving with his as her eyes close, letting her focus on the sensations of cold raindrops falling on and streaming down her skin, the wind pulling at her-- and the warmth of Shiro's body and lips pressed against hers. Her own kiss is almost pleading, as though asking for some sort of fulfillment from him. ]
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Maybe, more than she needs his encouragement and wisdom, Hana just needs him. Because the rain make her feel alive, now, and she wants to feel that with Shiro.
She wants to feel alive with him.
And so she kisses him back soundly, lips pressing and brushing and moving with his as her eyes close, letting her focus on the sensations of cold raindrops falling on and streaming down her skin, the wind pulling at her-- and the warmth of Shiro's body and lips pressed against hers. Her own kiss is almost pleading, as though asking for some sort of fulfillment from him. ]