[ that isn't careful, prompto!! she sees that flinch. but if he wants a weird-feeling burned spot on his tongue then she cannot stop him.
with her own mug cupped between her hands, alisaie drops down onto the sofa beside him, pressed near to his side. she's spent the last few weeks keeping her distance, shying away from contact, but now it as if a cord has been cut and she can allow herself to feel closeness again, to appreciate being near to him. he's warm, and he smells so good and familiar.. ]
I told you it was hot.
[ she says, turning her head to nudge his cheek with her nose, and press a brief kiss to the corner of his stupid burned mouth, before she's carefully blowing the steam from the surface of her own mug. ]
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[ that isn't careful, prompto!! she sees that flinch. but if he wants a weird-feeling burned spot on his tongue then she cannot stop him.
with her own mug cupped between her hands, alisaie drops down onto the sofa beside him, pressed near to his side. she's spent the last few weeks keeping her distance, shying away from contact, but now it as if a cord has been cut and she can allow herself to feel closeness again, to appreciate being near to him. he's warm, and he smells so good and familiar.. ]
I told you it was hot.
[ she says, turning her head to nudge his cheek with her nose, and press a brief kiss to the corner of his stupid burned mouth, before she's carefully blowing the steam from the surface of her own mug. ]