[The kiss surprises her, her own lips puckering and her eyes widening in response to it, and when he pulls back, she almost chases after him, wanting a proper kiss to make up for the lack of them before. She hadn't thought she wanted any in the first place... until he went and gave her one.
She slips off the counter as soon as he backs away, but rather than leave immediately, she grabs hold of the hand touching his face and very lazily threads her fingers through his, a silent gesture to know that she understood and accepts his thanks.
Gratitude that she isn't sure she wants.]
Mm. Stop that.
[And she'll take what she thinks is rightfully hers, which is a kiss to the corner of his mouth.]
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She slips off the counter as soon as he backs away, but rather than leave immediately, she grabs hold of the hand touching his face and very lazily threads her fingers through his, a silent gesture to know that she understood and accepts his thanks.
Gratitude that she isn't sure she wants.]
Mm. Stop that.
[And she'll take what she thinks is rightfully hers, which is a kiss to the corner of his mouth.]
I'll be outside.