[she hides her smile a little, but not entirely; there's just enough that's visible in his line of sight for something warm to spread in his chest, for something calm to settle in him. he wouldn't say that it feels easy — it's hard to say that anything does, with the echoes of what's been brought to the surface still lingering — but maybe he can get closer to that, the closer he gets to her.
when he leans in and presses a soft, chaste kiss to her lips, he could almost forget all about it.
he doesn't stay long, pulling back after just a few seconds to watch her again — hoping, maybe, he'll get to see another smile.]
[ the kiss is gentle and all too brief, but max returns it warmly, letting her lips part slightly so she can still taste him after he pulls away. her smile comes freely this time, bright as she steps a little closer to him. ]
I don't know. I think I may need more convincing. [ reaching for his hand, she uses it to tug him towards her. ] Maybe you should try again.
[there it is. he'd swear that smile has power to actually light up her face, and it's hard to take his eyes off of it as he stands in place.
it's only when she tugs at his hand that his feet remember how to move, until the tips of their shoes are practically touching.]
Maybe I should.
[with his other hand, he reaches for her face, tipping her chin up before leaning in to kiss her again. and now, he takes his time; he's still cognizant of what's cooking on the stove, and he doesn't intend to let it get ruined, but it can be a slower kiss, a deeper one, that can allow them to just... exist in this for a time.]
[ there's a warmth that blooms inside her chest when she sees him smile back at her, and then he moves in to kiss her again, tilting her face up to his, and her hand comes up to cup the side of his face, her thumb brushing over his cheekbone. her head tilts so she can taste him better, her tongue seeking entrance to his mouth as her hand turns to press their palms together, linking their fingers. ]
[more than exist in this, he could get lost in this — and maybe he does. time is barely a concept that has any meaning to him anymore as he parts his lips open under hers to let her in, as he tugs on their now-joined hands to press her body closer to his in search of her warmth, like he can't help but be drawn to it. like he can't help but sink into —
lungs burning, cassian is forced to come up for air, and in the space that he pulls back, reality returns. there's a scent of what's coming from the stove — nothing burned, so it's nothing dire, but it's going to need his attention soon. and:]
Later, [he promises, and the smile on his mouth shows it's a promise he intends to keep.] I think I'm going to need a lot more time for my idea. [as if he can't help it, though, he leans in for another kiss, murmuring against her lips:] At least for it to be done right.
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when he leans in and presses a soft, chaste kiss to her lips, he could almost forget all about it.
he doesn't stay long, pulling back after just a few seconds to watch her again — hoping, maybe, he'll get to see another smile.]
That's one idea I have.
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I don't know. I think I may need more convincing. [ reaching for his hand, she uses it to tug him towards her. ] Maybe you should try again.
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it's only when she tugs at his hand that his feet remember how to move, until the tips of their shoes are practically touching.]
Maybe I should.
[with his other hand, he reaches for her face, tipping her chin up before leaning in to kiss her again. and now, he takes his time; he's still cognizant of what's cooking on the stove, and he doesn't intend to let it get ruined, but it can be a slower kiss, a deeper one, that can allow them to just... exist in this for a time.]
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lungs burning, cassian is forced to come up for air, and in the space that he pulls back, reality returns. there's a scent of what's coming from the stove — nothing burned, so it's nothing dire, but it's going to need his attention soon. and:]
Later, [he promises, and the smile on his mouth shows it's a promise he intends to keep.] I think I'm going to need a lot more time for my idea. [as if he can't help it, though, he leans in for another kiss, murmuring against her lips:] At least for it to be done right.