[She looks as though she might flee, and Odinson does not know what to do except wait for her to come to a decision. His hand stills, to be less of an influence on her.
But she chooses to stay.
He draws her to him as she settles on the mattress, wholly unconcerned about their nudity.] If you would deign to tell me, I'd be glad to hear.
[...he may be attempting to distract her by kissing her neck again.]
[If he is not concerned, she is able to attempt to be- and it is easier, like this, than to be upright and half gone, focusing instead on running her fingers over his arms, to shoulders she had gripped so tightly the night before, to back she was afraid she may have mar-
Ah, yes, there they were.
Her fingers hesitantly brush over scratch marks left in her want for an anchor, huffing softly and all too easily falling for that distraction in this sensitive, weak shape, (she was going to blame the human shape for a lot, for a while), swallowing beneath the brush of his lips and that frustratingly hip shifting ticklish beard-]
Y- you do not care at all about Okehazama.
[A strong accusation from a woman who also... couldn't find herself to care about it, either.]
[Oh... no, that wasn't what she'd meant- she was so awful at teasing, she feels her face redden even further, embarrassed by failing in her attempt (but... slightly charmed that he was apparently willing to listen anyway, maybe? That's pretty impressive for a naked... male...)]
[She blinks almost comically a moment, lips pursed as she reflects on her utter failing in the arena of words, made quite the little fool, and quite sure he may be attempting to get her to actually put such a shameful thing into words.
Odinson... she will not be falling for that one, no. No, no.
Instead, Hayame summons up the courage to reach for him, to tangle her fingers in his hair, and to pull none too gently, attempting to capture a kiss. If she was going to remain here, in this bed... it wouldn't be embarrassing herself by attempting words in the wake of what she had done. ... They had done.
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But she chooses to stay.
He draws her to him as she settles on the mattress, wholly unconcerned about their nudity.] If you would deign to tell me, I'd be glad to hear.
[...he may be attempting to distract her by kissing her neck again.]
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Ah, yes, there they were.
Her fingers hesitantly brush over scratch marks left in her want for an anchor, huffing softly and all too easily falling for that distraction in this sensitive, weak shape, (she was going to blame the human shape for a lot, for a while), swallowing beneath the brush of his lips and that frustratingly hip shifting ticklish beard-]
Y- you do not care at all about Okehazama.
[A strong accusation from a woman who also... couldn't find herself to care about it, either.]
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But then he sits back, hands sitting at her hips as he looks at her.] Very well. I'll listen.
[Isn't he respectful, choosing to listen to her instead of just going for his needs? So respectful.]
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No, I do not-
[Quick, fix it-]
I do not care about it either-
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Oh, I see. [His finger rubs back and forth at her hip.] What would you like to do instead?
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Odinson... she will not be falling for that one, no. No, no.
Instead, Hayame summons up the courage to reach for him, to tangle her fingers in his hair, and to pull none too gently, attempting to capture a kiss. If she was going to remain here, in this bed... it wouldn't be embarrassing herself by attempting words in the wake of what she had done. ... They had done.
How was that for strategy?]
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He'll get her to say it one day, but for now this will do nicely.]