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[Denji doesn’t seem to really mind the pinch and pull on his cheek—in fact, it makes him laugh a little, smile held as she strokes his face. which is also awesome.
he strokes her back again, watching her face.
when she eludes to sex (which that even being a possibility makes Denji feel fucking crazy, so again, no complaints), he strokes the back of his fingers across her cheek affectionately, tilting his head against the bed somewhat.]
There’s no pressure or anything… I’m happy.
[despite the emotional rollercoaster this day had been. kissed, slapped, scolded… then she just crawls into his bed and declares herself Denji’s girlfriend. her mind is an enigma.]
You’re tired, right? [Denji’s arm moves so that its across her waist, once again cupping the shell of her back with his arm.] You should sleep.
[ No pressure, he says, and she wishes she could say "I know, but I want to". I'm happy, and she wishes she could say "I'm happy too". Honesty can't solve all her problems, but it sure as shit wouldn't hurt.
Too bad there's no chance of it happening right now. The most she can do is muster a faint smile; nowhere near as big or bright as his, but at least an acknowledgment in its own way, before she buries her face in his chest again. (She never paid much attention to their size difference before now, but like. Whew. He's not massively taller than her or anything, but he's big... ///) ]
[when he leaves her be to sleep, he's up for a while—after all, it's early, and Denji hasn't had a day nearly as exhausting. plus, he has a lot to process—a ton's on his mind. he wanders back through their interaction, troubled again by the issue of Asa's autonomy... finding he relates in ways, but is distressed by the differences too.
which, of course, his mind wanders...predictably... once that ventures into their deciding to date, coupled with the warmth of her right beside him, their kissing from earlier... he feels a little guilty for it, but it's hard to control. but despite how it gets his blood pumping, it also makes him—oddly cozy... and he does eventually find himself drifting off maybe about thirty minutes later.
Denji's dreams are predictably as salacious, but. you know.]
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he strokes her back again, watching her face.
when she eludes to sex (which that even being a possibility makes Denji feel fucking crazy, so again, no complaints), he strokes the back of his fingers across her cheek affectionately, tilting his head against the bed somewhat.]
There’s no pressure or anything… I’m happy.
[despite the emotional rollercoaster this day had been. kissed, slapped, scolded… then she just crawls into his bed and declares herself Denji’s girlfriend. her mind is an enigma.]
You’re tired, right? [Denji’s arm moves so that its across her waist, once again cupping the shell of her back with his arm.] You should sleep.
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Too bad there's no chance of it happening right now. The most she can do is muster a faint smile; nowhere near as big or bright as his, but at least an acknowledgment in its own way, before she buries her face in his chest again. (She never paid much attention to their size difference before now, but like. Whew. He's not massively taller than her or anything, but he's big... ///) ]
Yeah... goodnight, Denji.
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[when he leaves her be to sleep, he's up for a while—after all, it's early, and Denji hasn't had a day nearly as exhausting. plus, he has a lot to process—a ton's on his mind. he wanders back through their interaction, troubled again by the issue of Asa's autonomy... finding he relates in ways, but is distressed by the differences too.
which, of course, his mind wanders...predictably... once that ventures into their deciding to date, coupled with the warmth of her right beside him, their kissing from earlier... he feels a little guilty for it, but it's hard to control. but despite how it gets his blood pumping, it also makes him—oddly cozy... and he does eventually find himself drifting off maybe about thirty minutes later.
Denji's dreams are predictably as salacious, but. you know.]