[someone like Lucina doesn't need sex to solidify someone's value in her life, but the care he expressed throughout -- even well before this, including all the restraint for weeks on end -- certainly leaves a strong impression. she'd had a lot of doubts about where she really stood in his eyes, but if he was willing to put up with a doctor visit at two in the morning for her sake, let alone the rest? those actions are very clear to her, and it heartens her to no end to know that those smug smirks and softer smiles for her have the value she puts on them.
Iris told her, well early on, that it was no big deal -- back when it was just a matter of a single date. but that ship's sailed, hasn't it? Lucina's pretty certain this is a pretty big deal! it's almost as scary as it is exciting, but then...fear and exhilaration often walk hand-in-hand.
she can only keep eye contact with Guzma for so long before wanting to break out in a broad smile, tickled by the tender touch at her leg. as she has before, she subdues her delight by pressing her lips together, but she still can't stop herself from bending down to plant an affectionate kiss on his forehead, the way she'd want were their roles reversed.
warmed head to toe, she sits back and starts to situate herself, lifting his hand off her leg so she can shimmy under the covers herself and nestle close, trying to avoid jostling too much, but also not letting go of his hand in both of hers, drawn under her chin as she curls up at his side. the fidgeting comes to a close with a soft hum and a little sigh, followed by a quieter:] Good night.
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Iris told her, well early on, that it was no big deal -- back when it was just a matter of a single date. but that ship's sailed, hasn't it? Lucina's pretty certain this is a pretty big deal! it's almost as scary as it is exciting, but then...fear and exhilaration often walk hand-in-hand.
she can only keep eye contact with Guzma for so long before wanting to break out in a broad smile, tickled by the tender touch at her leg. as she has before, she subdues her delight by pressing her lips together, but she still can't stop herself from bending down to plant an affectionate kiss on his forehead, the way she'd want were their roles reversed.
warmed head to toe, she sits back and starts to situate herself, lifting his hand off her leg so she can shimmy under the covers herself and nestle close, trying to avoid jostling too much, but also not letting go of his hand in both of hers, drawn under her chin as she curls up at his side. the fidgeting comes to a close with a soft hum and a little sigh, followed by a quieter:] Good night.