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Still. Not quite at a proper conclusion. :|a
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Ringabel smiled, slow and lazy, at Edea's peaceful expression as she lay in bed with him. Truth be told, she was usually more active in this sort of dream... but he would never say no to being able to observe her beauty at rest. And perhaps he could have a little fun waking her up. His grin kicking up a notch, he moved forward and puckered up, pressing his lips to hers.
And instantly recoiled. A strand of hair untucked from her ear had come between their lips, and hers were as chapped as his, he'd even felt a little loose piece of skin where she must have been worrying her bottom lip with her teeth--this was not some idealized fantasy. He wasn't dreaming.
Edea Lee was in his bed, not even three inches from him, and he laid very still, praying to the crystals that he hadn't woken her with that impulsive kiss. After four seconds, she grumbled softly, but otherwise gave no reaction. It took another ten seconds before he remembered that he should breathe, even if that did require making some level of sound.
It wasn't that this was an undesirable arrangement. Of course not! It was just--it was just so sudden, and overwhelming, and how? It hadn't been that long ago she'd flatly rejected him for even a date. And he hadn't...hadn't had much the heart to try again since. Not with everything going on.
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Ringabel smiled, slow and lazy, at Edea's peaceful expression as she lay in bed with him. Truth be told, she was usually more active in this sort of dream... but he would never say no to being able to observe her beauty at rest. And perhaps he could have a little fun waking her up. His grin kicking up a notch, he moved forward and puckered up, pressing his lips to hers.
And instantly recoiled. A strand of hair untucked from her ear had come between their lips, and hers were as chapped as his, he'd even felt a little loose piece of skin where she must have been worrying her bottom lip with her teeth--this was not some idealized fantasy. He wasn't dreaming.
Edea Lee was in his bed, not even three inches from him, and he laid very still, praying to the crystals that he hadn't woken her with that impulsive kiss. After four seconds, she grumbled softly, but otherwise gave no reaction. It took another ten seconds before he remembered that he should breathe, even if that did require making some level of sound.
It wasn't that this was an undesirable arrangement. Of course not! It was just--it was just so sudden, and overwhelming, and how? It hadn't been that long ago she'd flatly rejected him for even a date. And he hadn't...hadn't had much the heart to try again since. Not with everything going on.
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