*She turns bright red again and slowly, disbelieving, kisses him back. She lifts herself into his lap and her hands grasp the back of the dress he's stuck in.*
[He puts one of his hands on her back and keeps the other on her cheek as they kiss. It's soft, gentle, a kiss she deserves to have. He doesn't need to rush her or hurt her.]
*A small gasps, and then Retasu returns it, clumsily but comfortably exploring what he's doing. Her grip relaxes, but she's still holding onto the back of his dress.*
[The kiss gets a little sloppy, as French kisses tend to do, but it's still sweet and sends his heart into palpitations. Only the good kind that make you want more of them.]
*This is happening. This is actually happening. She tenses up and keeps going, unfamiliar but trusting Issei and where he was leading her, and only stops to breathe.*
[He's getting flushed and it's starting to be slightly awkward that she's sitting on his lap, but he doesn't want to push her off just yet. The kiss is too good.]
[He squirms. Only a few layers of cloth separate his skin from hers, and his body is doing its best to get as close as possible with that restriction.]
O-oh. ...Oh. *Blush. She looks away and up at the door, takes a slow breath, and looks back at him.* Yes. I'll do that.
*She reluctantly gets off of him, stumbles as she gets to her feet, and goes to close and lock the door.*
I'll have to clean up the mess later. A-and then we can clean my cut and look over your injury closer. I'm sorry for dropping the platter.
*Although none of those things seems as important as it should right now. Instead she's drawn back to Issei and kneels in front of him so they're on equal ground again.*
[Issei turns his red face to the ground. When she returns he's sitting up with his knees pressed together, and he hesitantly reaches for her shoulder.]
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I'm sorry!
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It's all right...
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*She reluctantly gets off of him, stumbles as she gets to her feet, and goes to close and lock the door.*
I'll have to clean up the mess later. A-and then we can clean my cut and look over your injury closer. I'm sorry for dropping the platter.
*Although none of those things seems as important as it should right now. Instead she's drawn back to Issei and kneels in front of him so they're on equal ground again.*
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