[Sephiroth, as usual, never quite reaches the point of drunk, or even a little tipsy, but liquid courage is unneeded when—after she pours it into their drinks—he downs it in one go. Apprehension or excitement? It could be a bit of both, but in the end, the result is the same.
Once it hits, he is not so much overcome as he is— Well, eager. And it doesn’t take long, to feel a warmth start to flush him, to look at Ciri and remember in clearer detail the night they did spend together, struck keenly by the want to lose himself in her again. He moves before he realizes it, really; standing and crossing over to wherever she has found herself in the room, pausing just long enough to become cognizant of what he wants — like it should be a surprise to either of them.
Still, he tries—]
Ciri—
[But gives up on trying to say anything at all, instead reaching out to grasp at her chin with two fingers, lifting her face up to meet his lips as he chases after a kiss, first and foremost.]
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Once it hits, he is not so much overcome as he is— Well, eager. And it doesn’t take long, to feel a warmth start to flush him, to look at Ciri and remember in clearer detail the night they did spend together, struck keenly by the want to lose himself in her again. He moves before he realizes it, really; standing and crossing over to wherever she has found herself in the room, pausing just long enough to become cognizant of what he wants — like it should be a surprise to either of them.
Still, he tries—]
Ciri—
[But gives up on trying to say anything at all, instead reaching out to grasp at her chin with two fingers, lifting her face up to meet his lips as he chases after a kiss, first and foremost.]