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If you're sure it's okay, then I'm happy... Thank you -

[ following him into the bedroom

well, he's pulling her along but she's not putting up any resistance either, just following along ]

... What is it?

We talked about it a little while ago - about, mm . . . I wanted to do it again.

Have our wedding again, I mean. That's part of the reason why I wanted to get you this - because, I want to make it more than just a spoken wish.

Oh, that's...

[ nice, isn't it? but, ]

Mm. I think - if you're okay with it, and you want to do it, then I'd be happy to do it too, but -

Whisky, and Doodle...

Mmm, that's what I want to talk about.

Firstly, with Whisky-san - I think there are two options.

One: we can have our wedding, and Whisky-san can have his wedding with us when he returns.

Two: we can wait until Whisky-san comes back to have the wedding with the three of us.

Which do you want to do?

Well, I think... um, since he isn't here, it's better for us to wait for him, isn't it...?

Or do you want to do it now?

Either way is fine for me.

[ because it's going to suck either way ]

But, when it comes to Avenger - I'm going to be marrying him.

Oh - that's good... I'm glad . . .

[ a pause, ]

... Then let's wait for Whisky, okay? We're already married, and we've traded rings now too, so when we see him again -

[ and to minimize instances of The Problem,

but it occurs to her that a wait like that might make him nervous too, so she gives his hand a squeeze, drawing closer ]

- We can do the ceremony again, together... okay?

[ sssqueeze, a little relieved despite himself ]

Mmmm. Alright.

[ with a pause, and he moves to give her a hug ]

[ she gives him a firm, gentle squeeze in return, and with the distance between them closed,

it's still stiff - nowhere near the same amount of anxiety as the other day, but not as free of it as she'd likely hope - but she leans to kiss him, lightly, chaste ]

[ chu

kissing her back just as chaste, and then after a moment, drawing back

. . .

exhale ]

[ turning 500000000x redder ]

[ . . . ]

... Let's sit on the bed, okay...?

[ tugging him in that direction a bit still hanging close, some color rising to her own face too ]

Mm, sure . . .

[ following, sitting himself down ]

[ as they settle down she leans close again, holding onto one of his hands . . .

and pauses, thoughtful, lips stalled a hair's breadth from the corner of his mouth ]

... Is this okay...? Do you want to...?

It's fine. .... Do you want to?

Mm, well...

... After before, and with the way we usually do it... I wanted to try doing something for you this time, but if you don't want to right now, then that's okay too...

We can stay like this too, right?

. . . Well . . .

I'm fine either way, so . . .

. . . What is this something?

Edited 2020-01-16 04:29 (UTC)

[ there's a thoughtful pause,

And she presses her lips to his throat, just beneath his jaw, her free hand shifting to brush against his chest, just lightly ]

. . . You'll make sure to tell me to stop if you don't like it, right...?

[ stops, his breath stopping too - then, he exhales with the next words, his head tilting to the side to offer his neck to her ]

. . . Yes, I will.

Then - like we said before, I'll be attacking relentlessly, okay . . . ?

[ but there's nervousness lingering in her heart, still, a stiffness that betrays it, in her fingers, in her mouth. shutting her eyes she inhales heavy through her nose, enough to shift her shoulders, and breathes him in, deeply - pressed to him she luxuriates in that familiar scent, his warmth against her, the full, comforting reality of his identity; she could sink herself into it entirely, she thinks, let all impurities and weight sink to the bottom and drift away on the current like sediment, push them to the backmost corners of herself, just forget everything.

they have to. She has to. She wants to. There's no reason for her to keep feeling this way, not when it harms him, not when there's nothing behind it to begin with.

her lips trail further down, dotting kisses along to his collar, firmer and more boldly as she suppresses what nerves remain, her hand working now to fumble at opening his top ]

[ his hands lift up, to - if not yielding to her movement - work into her hair, stroking it and petting her head gently ]

. . . Mmm, alright . . .

[ with a pause, ]

Dia-san.

[ hums a questioning noise against his collarbone, lingering there in case he'd prefer them to stop - and just because he's petting her, honestly. but she's listening more or less still, her fingertips brushing absently against a nipple ]

Ah -

[ flushed, ]

I just wanted to say your name.

[ while he keeps his hands steady, his breathing even ]

[ thank you for remembering the header change eventually I will too,

Either way her reply is whispered breathlessly and muffled against him, he can almost feel the sound better than he can hear the words, ]

... I love you.

[ it's heartening to hear and his voice and the hands in her hair feel alongside everything else altogether so sweet, he is so charming and cute and handsome that she can - truly could, if she were to think about it - feel her fear melt beneath the force of his warmth. She can't help but want to

Coax out an even greater reaction, certainly, but just to please him too, to assuage his worries too - about her, about the weddings, about himself, about this place - each stemming from that same bare, earnest affection like branches on a tree, grown hardy and healthy on the fullness of her heart.

She moves deliberately slow along his collarbone to feel it out against her lips, to savor the familiar shape before she finds a spot beneath, low enough that any of his clothes would comfortably hide it, and pulls it into her mouth, sucking at the skin as she rubs at his nipple with greater intent, rolling it gently between her index and thumb ]

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