[ She is far too giddy to sit still. They toast, a wordless clink of glasses, and drink. But when she stands to clear the table a bit before anything more happens -- the room swaying at the edges, pleasantly -- Ciri notices Sephiroth standing to follow her. ]
I'll just drop these off. [ she promises not to take long, doing just as she said and leaving the plates in the kitchen for later.
He pauses just beyond the counter to the sink, presumably waiting for her, an expression on his features that Ciri can't quite place when she turns back. ]
What--?
[ She doesn't get to finish. Sephiroth closes the distance with a conviction at once exciting and somehow comforting, with the certainty of the waiting being over, and none of the in-between awkwardness of trying to figure out how to begin. She's never been so good at that part, anyway.
Ciri doesn't kiss him so much as allow him to kiss her, reciprocating when he leads, surrendering when he pushes. Her hands drop to her sides, face lifting. Her mouth opens, and her eyes slide shut. ]
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I'll just drop these off. [ she promises not to take long, doing just as she said and leaving the plates in the kitchen for later.
He pauses just beyond the counter to the sink, presumably waiting for her, an expression on his features that Ciri can't quite place when she turns back. ]
What--?
[ She doesn't get to finish. Sephiroth closes the distance with a conviction at once exciting and somehow comforting, with the certainty of the waiting being over, and none of the in-between awkwardness of trying to figure out how to begin. She's never been so good at that part, anyway.
Ciri doesn't kiss him so much as allow him to kiss her, reciprocating when he leads, surrendering when he pushes. Her hands drop to her sides, face lifting. Her mouth opens, and her eyes slide shut. ]