( it's always a curious thing, watching him warm up with her — it's not something she plans to bring up, not if it makes him self-conscious, but she's been watching him when he thinks she doesn't notice. there is a depth to rafayel that he rarely lets on, a sadness and danger that remains just out of reach.
once they reach the little cafe, she's squeezing his hand. ) I'm bad at naming things... what would you call it?
[ he replies smoothly. ] Melon yogurt drink. [ do you have regrets, kiyomi... but, this isn't the first they've both defaulted to naming things after food. ]
( she stares blankly at him for a moment, letting rafayel's talent for naming things sink in, and weighing her feelings for him versus that moment of completely judgemental silence.
clearly, she's decided that he's worth it, and she orders two drinks, one for him, and one for her. although! she does lean forward to drink from his first, glossy lipstick on his straw. she smiles. )
Melon yogurt drink it is. Want some of mine?
( even though it's exactly the same. but she knows how he feels about saliva. )
Wow, I thought you of all people would recognize a winner.
[ still, he watches the way she drinks from his first. he cracks a small hint of a smile as he reaches for it. his fingers idly plays with the tip of the straw with her lipstick on it. before he then locks eyes back with her. ]
You'll have to feed me. My arms are suddenly sooo tired from carrying your bags.
( she teases, low and quiet when she picks up on what he means. those elegant painter's fingers, fine and tapered, tease the tip of the straw. it shouldn't mean anything, really, but it sends a pulse of heat right to her cheeks.
without another word, she takes his hand and leads him to someplace less private, taking a mouthful of her drink right before —
— well, right before she presses him up against a private little alcove, and seals her mouth to his, her tongue pushing the mouthful of drink into his own. it's intimate, sensuous, and just a touch hungry; they've done this before, so often, playing with each other like this, but it's no less tantalising. maybe she shouldn't be doing this in an indoor theme park, but if not, where else? )
[ feeling the way her fingers curl over his own as she lightly tugs him into a corner outside of direct view of most people, he can't help but give a soft, airy sort of laugh. one that he reserves specifically for her, and that comes out hopelessly sincere, almost as if he can't help himself.
he feels the rapid beating of his heart, and swears he can almost hear it in his ears, before she up and presses her lips to his. it's far from a chaste kiss that normal couples may have shared in what should the happiest place on earth 2, but that's exactly what's appealing about it. his own fingers twitch just slightly before wrapping around her waist. he holds her close, and he uses his own tongue to not only hold whatever fluid she pushes into his mouth, but to also to savor every inch of her mouth. abruptly, he grabs her hand and presses it up against his own adam's apple, letting her feel the way the liquid slides down his throat.
when he pulls away, his mouth is moist from their exchange. ] It's not enough. I think I might need another sip to see if this better than the ones they sell at the grocery store. For science, you know. [ he leans in to press his lips against hers once more. ]
( she tells him, breath caught in her throat. he's impossibly beautiful when he chuckles like that, her artist, her lemurian, her imperious sea god, her unknowable lover, unchanging and tempestuous as the seas. her heart had leaped when he had guided her hand to his throat. she keeps it splayed over his throat, feeling the tantalising bob of his adams apple, and feels her mouth go dry.
he's drinking her down, swallowing the mouthful of beverage she'd held in her own mouth. he's always been like this, whether it had been kissing her or eating her out, when they kiss so hungrily, so fiercely, chasing each other endlessly. her lips still tingle where his kiss was, and her eyes are fixed on his lips, then his eyes. she meets him halfway nonetheless, tiptoeing and parting her lips for him and tangling her tongue with his, drawing him into a kiss that is waaaaaay too sensuous and filthy for a couple in the happiest place on earth 2. )
[ the correction gets a slight smile from him, which she can probably feel against her lips. there's even a soft noise caught in his throat between an airy laugh and a more guttural sound of desire. with her hand still on his throat, he can't deny the carnal swell of want that overtakes him in just that short amount of time.
it's hardly the place for it, but he presses his body closer, letting his thigh slip between hers, before his lips almost meets hers with a bit more force behind it. there's a certain passion as his tongue savors every inch of taste... even if it's under the guise of chasing that hint of melon. ]
That's your fault. You didn't refill me. [ he's about to lean in again, but stops short, his eyes shutting tightly as he is clearly trying to regain even a modicum of his bearings. ] But, I might have to try it later. I'm... [ at his limit here... ]
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once they reach the little cafe, she's squeezing his hand. ) I'm bad at naming things... what would you call it?
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[ he replies smoothly. ] Melon yogurt drink. [ do you have regrets, kiyomi... but, this isn't the first they've both defaulted to naming things after food. ]
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clearly, she's decided that he's worth it, and she orders two drinks, one for him, and one for her. although! she does lean forward to drink from his first, glossy lipstick on his straw. she smiles. )
Melon yogurt drink it is. Want some of mine?
( even though it's exactly the same. but she knows how he feels about saliva. )
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[ still, he watches the way she drinks from his first. he cracks a small hint of a smile as he reaches for it. his fingers idly plays with the tip of the straw with her lipstick on it. before he then locks eyes back with her. ]
You'll have to feed me. My arms are suddenly sooo tired from carrying your bags.
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( she teases, low and quiet when she picks up on what he means. those elegant painter's fingers, fine and tapered, tease the tip of the straw. it shouldn't mean anything, really, but it sends a pulse of heat right to her cheeks.
without another word, she takes his hand and leads him to someplace less private, taking a mouthful of her drink right before —
— well, right before she presses him up against a private little alcove, and seals her mouth to his, her tongue pushing the mouthful of drink into his own. it's intimate, sensuous, and just a touch hungry; they've done this before, so often, playing with each other like this, but it's no less tantalising. maybe she shouldn't be doing this in an indoor theme park, but if not, where else? )
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he feels the rapid beating of his heart, and swears he can almost hear it in his ears, before she up and presses her lips to his. it's far from a chaste kiss that normal couples may have shared in what should the happiest place on earth 2, but that's exactly what's appealing about it. his own fingers twitch just slightly before wrapping around her waist. he holds her close, and he uses his own tongue to not only hold whatever fluid she pushes into his mouth, but to also to savor every inch of her mouth. abruptly, he grabs her hand and presses it up against his own adam's apple, letting her feel the way the liquid slides down his throat.
when he pulls away, his mouth is moist from their exchange. ] It's not enough. I think I might need another sip to see if this better than the ones they sell at the grocery store. For science, you know. [ he leans in to press his lips against hers once more. ]
So don't misunderstand.
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( she tells him, breath caught in her throat. he's impossibly beautiful when he chuckles like that, her artist, her lemurian, her imperious sea god, her unknowable lover, unchanging and tempestuous as the seas. her heart had leaped when he had guided her hand to his throat. she keeps it splayed over his throat, feeling the tantalising bob of his adams apple, and feels her mouth go dry.
he's drinking her down, swallowing the mouthful of beverage she'd held in her own mouth. he's always been like this, whether it had been kissing her or eating her out, when they kiss so hungrily, so fiercely, chasing each other endlessly. her lips still tingle where his kiss was, and her eyes are fixed on his lips, then his eyes. she meets him halfway nonetheless, tiptoeing and parting her lips for him and tangling her tongue with his, drawing him into a kiss that is waaaaaay too sensuous and filthy for a couple in the happiest place on earth 2. )
And you're not doing any sipping right now.
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it's hardly the place for it, but he presses his body closer, letting his thigh slip between hers, before his lips almost meets hers with a bit more force behind it. there's a certain passion as his tongue savors every inch of taste... even if it's under the guise of chasing that hint of melon. ]
That's your fault. You didn't refill me. [ he's about to lean in again, but stops short, his eyes shutting tightly as he is clearly trying to regain even a modicum of his bearings. ] But, I might have to try it later. I'm... [ at his limit here... ]