[For a second he is stock still, almost frozen, the feeling of her just there is just as terrifying and thrilling as it ever was, making his pulse jump. She was very bold, and she had always been- quite a lot. As a younger man he had not known how to handle her, and it had taken him many cycles to figure out that he wasn't supposed to. That she was not meant to be handled. That to attempt to pin any part of her down was a fools errand.
But this is what he has decided on. He is a foolish man, but perhaps it is an improvement from being a foolish boy.
He turns her hand carefully and presses a kiss, far less hesitatant, into the cup of her palm, leaves behind the scent of lingering herbs.
It would ease his mind some if she would speak. He is yet uncertain, despite the way she moves into whatever space he has to fill.]
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But this is what he has decided on. He is a foolish man, but perhaps it is an improvement from being a foolish boy.
He turns her hand carefully and presses a kiss, far less hesitatant, into the cup of her palm, leaves behind the scent of lingering herbs.
It would ease his mind some if she would speak. He is yet uncertain, despite the way she moves into whatever space he has to fill.]