[Who cares indeed, not when they both enjoy it as they do. There's warmth radiating through him, even as the kiss breaks so that they don't suffocate in their passion. He doesn't let contact end entirely, even as he breathes a little heavily he leans in, pressing the bridge of his nose against her neck.
Likewise he's glad he didn't just let her go, that she stayed to kiss him, so that he could kiss her like that and hold her like this. There's just something uniquely comforting in having her in his arms, feeling her warmth against his own as he just relishes in her presence.
Idly he wonders if he should say something, but nothing comes to mind. Rather, he favors the silent intimacy of the moment. But like the one-track mind idiot he is, that hand on her back slides downward till its at the bottom of her shirt, fingers curling under the hem of it.]
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Likewise he's glad he didn't just let her go, that she stayed to kiss him, so that he could kiss her like that and hold her like this. There's just something uniquely comforting in having her in his arms, feeling her warmth against his own as he just relishes in her presence.
Idly he wonders if he should say something, but nothing comes to mind. Rather, he favors the silent intimacy of the moment. But like the one-track mind idiot he is, that hand on her back slides downward till its at the bottom of her shirt, fingers curling under the hem of it.]