[ Oh, it stings a little. He's gripping hard enough that the rough edges of his clawed fingers dig in - only barely enough to squish her face, but sharp enough that she feels a twinge all the same. She has to rise up on her toes as well. And even though she's always bobbing around near his face, isn't this the first time they've really been eye to eye?
She doesn't quail. Somehow, she readily meets his gaze even though her heart is crying for her to withdraw. No matter what that prey animal part of her thinks, Ai can't taste any real hated or promise of violence.
The feelings sitting on her tongue now almost taste like honey.
She searches his face for a long, quiet moment. And then both of her hands come up to gently grip his wrist. Not to pull him away or even to try and stop him.
This close, her eyes are unbearably bright. ]
I don't know. [ That answer, at least, is honest. ] But I think if I kissed you, you wouldn't hate it.
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She doesn't quail. Somehow, she readily meets his gaze even though her heart is crying for her to withdraw. No matter what that prey animal part of her thinks, Ai can't taste any real hated or promise of violence.
The feelings sitting on her tongue now almost taste like honey.
She searches his face for a long, quiet moment. And then both of her hands come up to gently grip his wrist. Not to pull him away or even to try and stop him.
This close, her eyes are unbearably bright. ]
I don't know. [ That answer, at least, is honest. ] But I think if I kissed you, you wouldn't hate it.