[Her mind is just there, and even with all of the strange frightening aspects it is tempting to follow the flow, to let the river's current drag him under. That wasn't what he wanted though, not- yet. So he anchors himself, in her hair against his cheek and her forehead pressed against his, the herbal mix of breath between them. It's more than enough, blended with the spidery frayed edges of her mind.
He leans into her then, ever so slightly, turns his chin up- but then her hand is at his face, and she pinches the flesh of his cheek in a way that is- disarming. He finds himself blinking at her as she again pulls away, slow to the uptake, to her words.
He is less slow to the insinuation in her thoughts, and while he was just very smug, very confident, he is somewhat- not scandalized, but slightly embarrassed, flushing slightly. Her boldness put his own to shame, in most things.]
Yes, of course, please continue.
[He gestures- somewhat awkwardly, with his hand before he stands again, fingers at the table. He resists, very narrowly, the urge, to touch her shoulder before moving back to his side of the table, sitting somewhat heavily on the low bench, folding himself back into place and reaching for his own cup, eyes sliding up to catch hers and remain anchored there.]
I am not certain anymore what blend you prefer. Before, I do not think you had a preference.
*TURNS ON FAUCET*
He leans into her then, ever so slightly, turns his chin up- but then her hand is at his face, and she pinches the flesh of his cheek in a way that is- disarming. He finds himself blinking at her as she again pulls away, slow to the uptake, to her words.
He is less slow to the insinuation in her thoughts, and while he was just very smug, very confident, he is somewhat- not scandalized, but slightly embarrassed, flushing slightly. Her boldness put his own to shame, in most things.]
Yes, of course, please continue.
[He gestures- somewhat awkwardly, with his hand before he stands again, fingers at the table. He resists, very narrowly, the urge, to touch her shoulder before moving back to his side of the table, sitting somewhat heavily on the low bench, folding himself back into place and reaching for his own cup, eyes sliding up to catch hers and remain anchored there.]
I am not certain anymore what blend you prefer. Before, I do not think you had a preference.