[His hands curve around her hips, long, leather encased fingers and steady palms, and she missteps a little when he urges her backward, partially because she wasn't expecting him to actually respond to what she really meant in her tease, used to him missing at least half of the subtle cues she tries to give him as she blindly works her way through what she's supposed to do now that her heart has finally found its place of safety and gets to learn to live there and partially because her stomach always gives a happy little leap whenever he does something that physically says he belongs where he is with her and he knows it. They're still both so unsure sometimes it seems even though they know where their hearts are and any time he reacts to her with assurance, without questioning whether he's got a right to or not, whether she'll welcome it or not, it gives her just a little measure more of the precious hope she hoards inside of her, golden and warm. That they really will make it. That they really are inching forward together toward whatever it is they're both so determined to reach with each other. His hands on her hips and his movement of her does that for her.
She bumps up against the bar lightly and her fingers stay tight on that strap, so her little bumble doesn't ruin everything entirely and break the crystal glass preciousness of the moment.... but he leans in and his lips are over hers again and this time...oh, this time....
Slowing rising tension slips out of her at the way he kisses her again and suddenly the gray of her world doesn't seem so gray, melting away into soft water paint colors. She's so easy to please, so simple when it comes to desires and maybe that's part of what trips him up sometimes because surely he thinks she should want more. Maybe he doesn't understand just how much the simple things he does make her feel whole inside. Or maybe he does. Either way she slips one arm, not the one still holding onto his harness with a death grip that gives away just how badly she wants this and how hard she's trying not to show it, up and around his shoulders and she pulls him, or at least hints at a pull, closer.
Of everything they struggle with though, it's the easiest thing in the world to kiss Cloud and she softens into it, lips answering his just as welcoming and willing for him as her heart quietly is. Things are never wrong when Cloud's kissing her and she gets to kiss him back.
If this is positive reinforcement for the gift of flowers, it works on her as well.]
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She bumps up against the bar lightly and her fingers stay tight on that strap, so her little bumble doesn't ruin everything entirely and break the crystal glass preciousness of the moment.... but he leans in and his lips are over hers again and this time...oh, this time....
Slowing rising tension slips out of her at the way he kisses her again and suddenly the gray of her world doesn't seem so gray, melting away into soft water paint colors. She's so easy to please, so simple when it comes to desires and maybe that's part of what trips him up sometimes because surely he thinks she should want more. Maybe he doesn't understand just how much the simple things he does make her feel whole inside. Or maybe he does. Either way she slips one arm, not the one still holding onto his harness with a death grip that gives away just how badly she wants this and how hard she's trying not to show it, up and around his shoulders and she pulls him, or at least hints at a pull, closer.
Of everything they struggle with though, it's the easiest thing in the world to kiss Cloud and she softens into it, lips answering his just as welcoming and willing for him as her heart quietly is. Things are never wrong when Cloud's kissing her and she gets to kiss him back.
If this is positive reinforcement for the gift of flowers, it works on her as well.]