[ Not his type? Kitsuno is so his type it makes his teeth ache, but then again, Noctis has always had problems initiating these types of things, ever sensitive to what Kitsuno would and would not be comfortable with, alert to her preferences and erring on the side of caution. The last thing he wants is to impose himself on her in any way, because he knows it's hard enough on girls when they get married to boys they're matchmade to.
But they're not children anymore, and Noctis feels a lump rise in his throat when the words echo in the space between them. All you had to do was ask. Is it really that simple, that all he had to do was ask her to stay, and she would? She's not pulling away now, reaching for him and making him look back at her. Her golden eyes are as lovely as she is, and he's leaning closer despite himself, slowly sealing the distance between them.
Oh, she's teasing now, and he exhales as he chooses to take her up on her offer, to look ever closer as his hand comes to cup her jaw, gentle and tentative. ]
You're even prettier close-up. [ He says at length, his thumb moving briefly over her plump bottom lip, hesitating only for a moment before he gently touches it, the softness of her mouth like rose petals budding in early spring. ]
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[ Not his type? Kitsuno is so his type it makes his teeth ache, but then again, Noctis has always had problems initiating these types of things, ever sensitive to what Kitsuno would and would not be comfortable with, alert to her preferences and erring on the side of caution. The last thing he wants is to impose himself on her in any way, because he knows it's hard enough on girls when they get married to boys they're matchmade to.
But they're not children anymore, and Noctis feels a lump rise in his throat when the words echo in the space between them. All you had to do was ask. Is it really that simple, that all he had to do was ask her to stay, and she would? She's not pulling away now, reaching for him and making him look back at her. Her golden eyes are as lovely as she is, and he's leaning closer despite himself, slowly sealing the distance between them.
Oh, she's teasing now, and he exhales as he chooses to take her up on her offer, to look ever closer as his hand comes to cup her jaw, gentle and tentative. ]
You're even prettier close-up. [ He says at length, his thumb moving briefly over her plump bottom lip, hesitating only for a moment before he gently touches it, the softness of her mouth like rose petals budding in early spring. ]
Kitsuno, I --