[ She looks so small and tense as she approaches, like a wary puppy expecting to be kicked. Hei can't blame her, or offer much in the way of verbal reassurance. He's always been an unstable element, and there's no guarantee if that'll improve or deteriorate. No one can anticipate so much as the next minute of the future. Sometimes it's better to track that progress organically. ]
[ There's nothing suggestive in his expression. No hint, no clue. But in one step he closes the gap between them. His hands fit around her hips, then lower down, sliding over the curve of her rear and deliberately pressing her closer to him. He squeezes for good measure before he dips in for a kiss, openmouthed but slow, because he's in no rush. It's not a seduction, or the first of a series of steps to a selfish goal. He only wants to prove a point. (To himself, to her maybe.) ]
[ When he draws back, his smile is quiet and a little ironic; like he's saying that he doesn't usually do this, he tends to focus on the final objective instead of the extra details, but that doesn't mean it's all there is. ]
Time to eat. [ That's not an innuendo. Letting her go, he crosses over to the table. ]
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[ There's nothing suggestive in his expression. No hint, no clue. But in one step he closes the gap between them. His hands fit around her hips, then lower down, sliding over the curve of her rear and deliberately pressing her closer to him. He squeezes for good measure before he dips in for a kiss, openmouthed but slow, because he's in no rush. It's not a seduction, or the first of a series of steps to a selfish goal. He only wants to prove a point. (To himself, to her maybe.) ]
[ When he draws back, his smile is quiet and a little ironic; like he's saying that he doesn't usually do this, he tends to focus on the final objective instead of the extra details, but that doesn't mean it's all there is. ]
Time to eat. [ That's not an innuendo. Letting her go, he crosses over to the table. ]