[As he has learned more about Hayame, come to respect and enjoy her company as they fought against Zymandia, Odinson had always tried not to touch her unless it was first invited. It had been hard for him- Asgardians weren't guarded with their touch and neither was he.
It feels good to stroke his thumb on her cheek.
He seeks out her other hand with his, to bring it to his face. Instead of mirroring her, he presses his mouth to her palm. It lingers a moment, then he kisses her wrist, just as gently.
If she doesn't pull away, he'll close the distance between them even more and bring his mouth to her neck next.]
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It feels good to stroke his thumb on her cheek.
He seeks out her other hand with his, to bring it to his face. Instead of mirroring her, he presses his mouth to her palm. It lingers a moment, then he kisses her wrist, just as gently.
If she doesn't pull away, he'll close the distance between them even more and bring his mouth to her neck next.]