[ A heavy breath escapes her at his touch. That single word is like lightning in her veins, a shudder and a spark, curling hot inside her belly. It's not just a compliment. The way he says it, like he can't help himself, it makes her feel it too. Beautiful. The embarrassment is strange and warm, the sort that makes her want to squirm, but doesn't actually make her want to hide.
His hands are warm. For some reason, it's surprising.
Ciri draws her lower lip between her teeth, anxiously running the tip of her tongue against the familiar scar on one side without thinking about it.
There are no words in her head, only the steady thrum of her heartbeat and the complete lack of knowing how to react, thoughts half-forming before they melt away in anticipation of his next touch. ]
What... do you want?
[ She'd answered his question. She wants to hear it now. ]
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His hands are warm. For some reason, it's surprising.
Ciri draws her lower lip between her teeth, anxiously running the tip of her tongue against the familiar scar on one side without thinking about it.
There are no words in her head, only the steady thrum of her heartbeat and the complete lack of knowing how to react, thoughts half-forming before they melt away in anticipation of his next touch. ]
What... do you want?
[ She'd answered his question. She wants to hear it now. ]