[Maki breaks the kiss only long enough for a quick intake of breath as she turns her face into his touch slightly, then resumes in full force. She also hooks one of her legs around his, just holding there for now, the heel of her boot resting on the back of his shin.]
[that gets a strangled, surprised noise from Mars, because Maki hooking her leg around his means she's pulling him flush against her, hip-to-hip, and that's--]
[he jerks away suddenly, red-faced and a bit dazed judging by the way he's blinking at her blearily, chest heaving with every breath. it's only for the game, he reminds himself. no matter how cute she is, no matter how she flirts, no matter what advice she imparts to him on how to handle the whole. . . identity thing he's still working through. no matter how capable she is of weirdly calming him down when he needs it]
[she's lovely, but in his eyes, extremely unavailable. not to mention his own issues iwth his own lack of availability]
[so he should pull back well before he digs himself a hole and falls headfirst into same]
[. . . but that's the exact opposite of what he does, instead surging forward to kiss her again, this time pressing both of his hands against her cheeks to frame her face in his hands as he arches into her]
[She makes a noise into his mouth when she feels the heat of his body against her, feeling her face burn at how needy it sounds even to her own ears.
She can't claim to herself this is only for the game; she'd never go this far just for the game. Couldn't go this far, probably. But this is easy—too easy, maybe worryingly easy. How did they get here this fast?
But she started it, and she's certainly not going to stop it after that kind of response, so she responds to the kiss eagerly and rides up a bit further against him.]
[it is easy, and perhaps he should focus more on why it is, when he's usually so emotionally closed off. but. . . maybe that can come later, when he isn't matching the sounds she makes with encouraging noises of his own, fingers sliding into her hair, tangling with black locks to try and drag her even deeper]
[he's tried to pull away twice already. to assume that he can do that again at this point is. . . well. assuming too much]
[Her eyelids flutter closed, all the sensations of this overwhelming, and her hand that isn't still gripped in his hair tightens, fingernails digging in slightly at the junction of his neck and shoulder, to... try and steady herself, maybe.
It doesn't really help, and she does let out a few more helpless noises as she keeps her body flush against his, keeps entwining her tongue with his, and keeps holding on to him tightly like she might somehow fall.]
[he holds onto her tightly, as though he's trying to keep her upright even though his own legs are starting to feel weak in the knees. and then suddenly. . .]
[he draws back]
[not necessarily because he's trying to flee again, but mostly to inhale a sharp breath and collect himself. his eyes are still fluttered shut, mouth open as he inhales and exhales in a quick, even rhythm]
[. . .]
W. . . wow. . .
[he mutters, a bit breathlessly, a bit full of awe]
[She leans forward and buries her face in the crook of his neck, lips brushing his skin, but only for a moment until she turns so her warm cheeks are against it. She's really more making sure he can't see her expression even if he looks back than anything else.]
[she can do that!! he does look back at her, but he's stiff and tense, tightly wound and prepared to jerk back. but even though every instinct tells him that he should, that's he's already pushed way, way too far? the gentle press of her mouth against his grounds him in place for reasons he can't yet explain]
[it helps that it's not nearly as intense as earlier, it helps that this feels more like a bookend to the game participation between them, but. he does reciprocate. light and slow, and nothing more]
[She lingers there for a while, but doesn't escalate the kiss any further. Maybe it's something like a cooldown, rather than stopping so harshly after they got worked up so much. It makes sense for workouts, right?]
[it's still probably not a good idea, but he lingers well, keeping his hands firmly shoved into his pockets as he does so. and when the kiss has gone on long enough, he's again the one to break it, although. . . much less suddenly than before]
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[he jerks away suddenly, red-faced and a bit dazed judging by the way he's blinking at her blearily, chest heaving with every breath. it's only for the game, he reminds himself. no matter how cute she is, no matter how she flirts, no matter what advice she imparts to him on how to handle the whole. . . identity thing he's still working through. no matter how capable she is of weirdly calming him down when he needs it]
[she's lovely, but in his eyes, extremely unavailable. not to mention his own issues iwth his own lack of availability]
[so he should pull back well before he digs himself a hole and falls headfirst into same]
[. . . but that's the exact opposite of what he does, instead surging forward to kiss her again, this time pressing both of his hands against her cheeks to frame her face in his hands as he arches into her]
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She can't claim to herself this is only for the game; she'd never go this far just for the game. Couldn't go this far, probably. But this is easy—too easy, maybe worryingly easy. How did they get here this fast?
But she started it, and she's certainly not going to stop it after that kind of response, so she responds to the kiss eagerly and rides up a bit further against him.]
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[it is easy, and perhaps he should focus more on why it is, when he's usually so emotionally closed off. but. . . maybe that can come later, when he isn't matching the sounds she makes with encouraging noises of his own, fingers sliding into her hair, tangling with black locks to try and drag her even deeper]
[he's tried to pull away twice already. to assume that he can do that again at this point is. . . well. assuming too much]
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It doesn't really help, and she does let out a few more helpless noises as she keeps her body flush against his, keeps entwining her tongue with his, and keeps holding on to him tightly like she might somehow fall.]
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[he draws back]
[not necessarily because he's trying to flee again, but mostly to inhale a sharp breath and collect himself. his eyes are still fluttered shut, mouth open as he inhales and exhales in a quick, even rhythm]
[. . .]
W. . . wow. . .
[he mutters, a bit breathlessly, a bit full of awe]
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...Y-Yeah...
[Her own voice is so breathy as so be almost inaudible.]
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You're amazing.
[. . . because that tumbles out of his mouth before he can stop himself]
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[She leans forward and buries her face in the crook of his neck, lips brushing his skin, but only for a moment until she turns so her warm cheeks are against it. She's really more making sure he can't see her expression even if he looks back than anything else.]
...you too.
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Me too-- . . . ah.
[he stiffens a little]
Joker. . .
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[she at least... gets both her feet back on the ground]
I guess I probably took things... a little far. Without talking to him more seriously...
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It-- wasn't just. You.
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[she takes a deep breath to try to calm down a little, and draws her hands back to just rest lightly on his shoulders]
I'll talk to him. It's fine, he'll probably be weird and encouraging about it anyway.
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No, it's-- fine. You don't have to talk to him.
[shifting a little, suddenly jittery. he SUPER doesn't want to be pestered by Joker about this??]
I said I can't do anything beyond the game, and I meant that.
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That doesn't mean you have to do anything.
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. . . right.
[rubs at his nose and looks away again]
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[She tries to touch his cheek and turn his face back for another kiss—much less intense, this time, trying for slow and firm and reassuring]
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[it helps that it's not nearly as intense as earlier, it helps that this feels more like a bookend to the game participation between them, but. he does reciprocate. light and slow, and nothing more]
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. . .
Good luck?
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Ah... yeah. You too?
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[CLEARS HIS THROAT. . . like he's going to say something else, but. at the last minute? he decides against it]
[with that, he rubs his nose one last time, before finally turning on his heel and heading off]
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