[No need to worry about being too forward, Kieran -- she trusts you. And if she didn't, she'd probably do the aforementioned maiming for having the gall to steal another kiss from her. However, this one isn't stolen so much as readily given: he goes in for one more, and she lets him have it, the smile still on her lips as they meet again. She takes this one slower, really savoring it as she adds just a bit more pressure to let him know she doesn't mind the texture of his lips or the tickle of his facial hair. That chuckle of his, so earnest and authentic, makes it all worth it.
She keeps her hand on his face as they part; she's slow to pull back, still relishing that feeling of bringing someone some genuine happiness. The nanites, apparently satisfied, lower the barrier and flit away, the hum softening with the distance.]
There. Now was that 'ain't good'?
[She's clearly better at kissing than she is at common.]
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She keeps her hand on his face as they part; she's slow to pull back, still relishing that feeling of bringing someone some genuine happiness. The nanites, apparently satisfied, lower the barrier and flit away, the hum softening with the distance.]
There. Now was that 'ain't good'?
[She's clearly better at kissing than she is at common.]