puppycrush2 | week two

[yeah, this is definitely clocking as playful anger to him. if she were really mad he'd know! and he wouldn't be teasing as much]

[he tries to duck away from that handful of sand, but some gets in his hair anyway, tangling with his blue locks. he gives his head a shake, trying to clear it away, as his grip on her hand tightens]

Right, right. . . I'm sorry.

[. . .]

It was just. . . cute.

[ the c word......................

anna's cheeks stay puffed, but she'll move closer to brush the rest of the sand out gently. ]

I'll let you off the hook this time.

[ah. . .]

[she's so close. . .]

[. . .]

Hey, Yana-chan. . .

Yeah?

[ hand paused, head tilted. ]

[. . . . . .]

So I promised you one kiss for every one that I gave Ryuji, didn't I?

[oh no. he didn't FORGET. and he brought it up when she least expected it, just as keikaku]

. . . so. . .

[ ...

oh.

she's jolting away, face flushing. ]

Wait, right now? But I'm wet! And dirty! And--

[still! holding!! her hand!! unless she tries to pull it back, then he'll let go]

And--?

[and he's smiling at her like none of that matters, because of course. . . to him, it doesn't]

[ no she's not

pulling back she's just sort of sat there. hold on. just let her mind catch up. of course it wouldn't matter to the guy used to camping, god.

... her hand brushes at her hair now, nervous (in a good way, heart beating hard), and she closes her slackened mouth. ]

... And... nothing. Yeah, you did.

[ he always takes her word so seriously. why. not that she doesn't want kisses, it's perfectly romantic and he's still looking at her like she's the cutest, prettiest girl in all the world, and she always looks forward to the end of the night now,

so

she'll close her eyes. okay. ]

You're a man of your word, after all.

I am.

[said quietly, his voice barely a whisper on his lips. he watches her close he eyes, and. . . his features soften, gentle around the edges, something akin to fondness flickering in the backs of his eyes]

[. . . he is a man of his word. even if he doesn't have to follow through with that request. . . he finds that he wants to. just as he wanted to end each and every night with a chaste kiss upon the lips]

[his thumb brushes across her knuckles. with a gentle tug, he leans in to close the distance between them, his lips brushing oh-so softly against her cheek, lingering there as he slowly inhales the scent of. . . her]

[that's one!]

[ this thread feels like years ago.

the apprehension is intoxicating. it makes anna dizzy, inhaling sharply in surprise when his lips brush against her warm cheeks, worsening the heat. he lingers, she wants to turn, she does just a little.

that's one. she doesn't know if she's surviving the rest. ]

[I'VE AGED EIGHTY FOUR YEARS!!!]

[she turns, just a little, and he smiles, lips curving against her skin. but even then he doesn't move closer to her mouth. he is!! trying something new!! and he knows she doesn't mind being teased a bit]

[so he draws back, moving to the other side of her face, and presses a second kiss to her other cheek. that's two!]

[ she doesn't mind being teased at all, it makes her heart flutter and her smile widen with this, a dumb little grin, as she naturally turns a little into the second kiss. same verse as the first, not quite enough to steal a kiss herself but clearly wishing he would.

where to next, will. ]

[where to next indeed!! he has two more to offer her, after all]

[. . . the third one appears to be on her nose, light and quick and playful, a little different than the first two but just as affectionate. his hands slide across her cheeks to cup her face, and he doesn't even give her a chance to react to kiss number three before--]

[number four is a gentle one against her lips, as soft and careful as the others. . . and here, he lingers]

[ oh, that's cute--

oh, that's

not as cute, no it is cute but it's more her breath is taken with it, eyes wide before they flutter shut again and she leans back into it, heart pounding. his hands are warm. he's warm. she feels like she's gonna combust. girls dream of dates like this. maybe she won't have to tell him that good dates get kisses at the end of them now. oh my god. she has to tell him. it's essential. ]

[FOUR!! FOUR KISSES!! TO MAKE UP FOR THE EMBRACE SPACE WITH RYUJI!!]

[he lingers, though not too terribly long, because this is all still very new to him. but it's. . . nice. it's nice and warm and makes his heart thrum like a hummingbird against his ribs in such a good way. and all of this because of some time spent alone in the embrace space, huh. . .?]

[Will has never even dreamed what it would be like to share this sort of intimacy with someone. but now that he has experienced it--]

[it's so hard to let it go]

[he draws back from the kiss, searching her expression for any signs of a blush, though it's probably a bit too dark for him to see clearly. and, quietly, but with a bit of pleased satisfaction]

There.

[he kept!! his promise!!]

[ there's plenty of signs of a blush, from her cheeks to how it dips beneath her dress. a light rosy color made paler by the moon. anna's quick to duck her face away though, hand coming up to play with her hair. ]

... Jeez. Only... one of those would've counted in there, you know.

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week two | dates

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