[Kadoc thinks more than ever these days about how his learned dislike of touch has made him starved for it over the years. There's never been a good place or time to indulge in it. With his team? Like he trusted any of them with it, Pepe aside, and even that was a grudging tolerance. But he'd wanted it, on some level. And now—with everything this place is, good and bad, it's also finally the place and time. He's allowed to slowly lift his arms and wrap them around her in turn, and just revel. Human touch is a weapon, and a balm. It's a marvel how bodies fit together. It's poetic how its simplicity makes him feel. He rests his nose fully in her hair, hands spread on her back, heavy and still.]
[ A pleased little noise escapes her, just barely above a sigh. Touch has been such a mixed bag for her, as well: there are too many Servants in Chaldea for only one approach. Some are utterly casual in how they approach her, a slap to the back, an arm over her shoulders, hands lifting her out of danger. Some are standoffish and brittle, skirting her physically without ever making contact.
But there's never been anything like this, this kind of one-on-one contact that is simple, and quiet, and warm. She sighs, melting into the embrace. It doesn't actually take her burdens away, or change the realities of their situation, here or at home... but she feels like she could take real strength from this regardless. ]
[For what? He opens his mouth to ask, but then he hesitates. It feels like an anxious reaction, constantly asking her for clarification, validation—Can you please explain again the exact thing I did that you're thanking me for, so I can do it again? He knows himself. And, somehow, miraculously, he knows her now too, and maybe having to put her feelings into words isn't what Ritsuka needs at this moment.
So he stops, and he smiles instead, forcing the question from his mind as best he can in favor of something that matters more:]
[ She hums briefly, small and pleased in her throat, in pleased response to his words. He might be able to see the little smile that curls her lips in turn, or maybe he'll just be able to hear it in her voice; there's no Right or Wrong response, but she's openly pleased about this.
And for a few minutes she doesn't say anything else, just leaning quietly against him, her body relaxed, until she snuffles and lifts her head, blinking fuzzily into space. ]
It's not like I'd mind that, but we should probably be on the couch for it.
[It sounds . . . kinda nice, actually. Sleep is such a fraught thing for Kadoc. The intimacy of someone else trusting him enough to sleep in his presence, touching him? It's a lot. It fills him with a soothing warmth where he so often feels cold. But maybe not standing in the kitchen over hot tea.]
Says you. S'a special skill of mine, sleeping standing up.
[ Standing up, in random hallways, on random forest floors--if you statted her up like a Servant, she would surely have the ability to sleep anywhere. As long as he was also there, she thinks she'd be content.
But he has a good point. Sleeping standing up is fine, but napping on the couch with him does sound better. So after another couple of seconds of just leaning comfortably against him, she unpeels herself from his side, groping blindly for Kadoc's hand and tugging as she stumbles for the living room. ]
[Wait wait wait. They really are going to sleep on the couch together?! Of course he takes her hand, swallowing more noisily than he'd like for something that's definitely just an innocent suggestion. It's just sleeping. Sleeping with her lying on him . . . ]
You . . . sure that's gonna be comfortable?
[Not that he'd suggest the bed instead. He definitely would not suggest the bed instead. He's not even thinking that! At all!]
I've got a very nice couch. I've slept on it before.
[ She is 100% serious, who does he take her for,
But she glances at him as she leads him into the living room, where there is a plush couch waiting. It's not at all wide enough for two people to lie on side-by-side, but that's not how Ritsuka is planning on sleeping on it. And they're both skinny things; as long as they're settled in a pile, it should be fine. Right? ]
--but, uh, if you don't want to, you don't have to...
[A little too fast. No, no, don't think he doesn't! He does! He very much does! He's not going to mess this up for himself by being weird about it! He even begins walking towards it, swallowing hard.]
It's just—a lot to take in. In a good way. But it's still a lot.
[ She gives his hand a gentle squeeze as she says it, swinging them once. Hopefully it soothes him, at least a little.
The first thing she does, when they reach the couch, is to sit. She pulls him down with her; they can work up to lying down, as it were. Just sitting is nice too. ]
You have to tell me if there's anything you don't like. Or want. That's the only way I'll know.
[He sits with her, holding her hand tightly—not squeezing hard, but he's firm about it, and he turns to look directly at her with his sudden rush of earnestness.]
I want you to promise me, too. But I swear . . . I'll always be honest with you.
[ She brightens, squeezing his hand on turn, before she leans to press her lips to his cheek in a quick little kiss. It feels simultaneously daring and easy to do. ]
I'll be honest too. If we remember that, then we'll definitely be all right.
It sounds so easy. Nevermind that it's the hardest thing to do.
[People, being open with one another? Being known, and vulnerable, and truthful? Keeping their minds open? What a thought. But there's something about the thought that warms him just as much as the kiss does; Kadoc can feel his skin heat at the touch, and his chest warm with the mutual promise.]
. . . But you're worth it. That's how I know how I feel about you. . . . Can I kiss you?
[ She starts to duck her head, then catches herself, just peeking up at him through her lashes. There's a tiny shy smile on her lips, bashful but not uncertain, and a beat later she tips her face up to him instead. ]
[His whole chest feels tight and hot. They're settled comfortably on the couch now, alone, and she's looking up at him like that. It feels like he's sinking into slow quicksand it might take him hours to escape from, if he wanted to escape at all, but he's not sure he will. They'll find the two of them here a week from now, twined together on this couch . . .
That's getting ahead of himself more than a little, and his face feels glowingly warm with the thought as he sways in carefully to press his lips to hers. One thing at a time. And if it's this one thing for the next forever, that sounds like a heaven he doesn't want to escape, either.]
[ A little noise rises out of her, small and soft as her eyes flutter shut. She leans in to meet him halfway, one hand lifting up to settle on his chest, her fingers curling loosely in his shirt. This isn't their first kiss, after all--it's better, to be honest. There's none of the anxiety of an uncertain relationship, there's no audience, there's no pressure of an awkward party game. It's just the two of them, more settled than before, doing this because they want to.
Her lips curl into a smile, gentle, keeping the pressure light between them. Just the touch makes her heart pick up its pace, but there's also no urgency to the kiss. It just feels good, in multiple ways, to lean her body into his, letting the kiss hold for long, gentle seconds. ]
[This feels like something he could do forever—relaxing and exciting all at once, comfortable and fascinating. He could hold her for hours and not feel like it was enough. They may be snatching this happiness out of an impossible situation, but they have all the time in the world to enjoy it. At least—it feels like it, in this moment.
He holds the kiss there sweetly, almost chaste, dragging out the simple pleasure of it before he dares to part his lips for her.]
[ A breathy little noise bubbles out of her, just enough voice to shift it from a sigh to a moan. It barely sounds like her voice to her own ears, but there's also something thrilling about that. They're doing this together, a new experience for them both, slow and sweet and--comfortable. As exciting as it is, she feels more safe than she's ever been.
In answer, she parts her lips as well, letting her tongue dart out briefly to touch his lip, a shyly playful brush of contact. ]
[It feels so easy. What in his life has ever felt easy? It feels like he should be nervous enough to vibrate out of his skin, and sure, his heart is picking up fast, but . . . yeah. Safe. He feels it too, emotionally even, and that's always been a more impossible safety for him to chase than the physical. He has the confidence to chase her tongue with his, testing exactly how it feels when they meet, with a soft little smile on his lips instead of the fearful tension he's always imagined and dreaded.]
[ She startles at the returning contact, and then giggles. She can't really help it; it bubbles out of her chest and into his mouth before she can even think to stop it. It feels more like instinct than anything: the simple sense of pleasure that comes from this exploratory contact, and her own natural inclination of how to react. She leans harder into him, though now she's smiling too much to deepen the kiss any further. Yes, in fact, she likes this. She thinks she could get very used to feeling like this. ]
I don't know how to feel about you laughing at my kissing.
[No, he does. He knows exactly how he feels, and it's not subtle, either; he's smiling broadly against her lips. This seems like the sort of thing that would give him complexes for days with anyone else, but with her . . . it feels earnest, and playful. Kadoc is a man who imagines mockery aimed at him every day, and yet he can't right now. That's amazing.]
[ She doesn't pull back that far to speak, just enough that she can look up at his face, beaming. The smile on his face brings a wider one to her lips in turn; there's something that resonates in her, to see him look this happy. And at this point, she knows the different tones of his voice, doesn't she? This isn't the sound of a man who's upset or uncertain. ]
[He leans their foreheads together, eyes fluttering shut, smile still lingering on his lips. Has he ever seen anything as beautiful as her being so purely, simply happy. Right now, it really does feel like a miracle. The most astonishing thing to happen in this place—the greatest magic he's ever managed to perform of what he's learned here.]
[ She doesn't giggle, precisely, in saying that, but a laugh is still there in her voice, a little ripple of sound that she doesn't try to bite back. It only takes a slight tilt of her head to boop her nose against his, and how is she supposed to resist that? ]
So I guess we're just gonna have to practice. Let's figure out more of what you like.
[Does she mean, in kissing? Does she mean kissing?! . . . He hopes she does, because that's how he decides to take it, making eye contact with her for a long, dreamy moment before leaning in to meet her lips again. They have a lot of time to practice this. They'll get it down eventually.]
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Date: 2024-04-15 04:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-04-15 06:33 am (UTC)But there's never been anything like this, this kind of one-on-one contact that is simple, and quiet, and warm. She sighs, melting into the embrace. It doesn't actually take her burdens away, or change the realities of their situation, here or at home... but she feels like she could take real strength from this regardless. ]
Hey, Kadoc... thanks.
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Date: 2024-04-25 05:21 am (UTC)So he stops, and he smiles instead, forcing the question from his mind as best he can in favor of something that matters more:]
. . . Yeah. Thanks. Ritsuka . . . for everything.
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Date: 2024-04-26 02:27 am (UTC)And for a few minutes she doesn't say anything else, just leaning quietly against him, her body relaxed, until she snuffles and lifts her head, blinking fuzzily into space. ]
Sorry--'m gonna fall asleep on you like this.
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Date: 2024-05-13 04:55 am (UTC)[It sounds . . . kinda nice, actually. Sleep is such a fraught thing for Kadoc. The intimacy of someone else trusting him enough to sleep in his presence, touching him? It's a lot. It fills him with a soothing warmth where he so often feels cold. But maybe not standing in the kitchen over hot tea.]
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Date: 2024-05-13 06:41 pm (UTC)[ Standing up, in random hallways, on random forest floors--if you statted her up like a Servant, she would surely have the ability to sleep anywhere. As long as he was also there, she thinks she'd be content.
But he has a good point. Sleeping standing up is fine, but napping on the couch with him does sound better. So after another couple of seconds of just leaning comfortably against him, she unpeels herself from his side, groping blindly for Kadoc's hand and tugging as she stumbles for the living room. ]
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Date: 2024-05-22 05:17 am (UTC)[Wait wait wait. They really are going to sleep on the couch together?! Of course he takes her hand, swallowing more noisily than he'd like for something that's definitely just an innocent suggestion. It's just sleeping. Sleeping with her lying on him . . . ]
You . . . sure that's gonna be comfortable?
[Not that he'd suggest the bed instead. He definitely would not suggest the bed instead. He's not even thinking that! At all!]
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Date: 2024-05-23 01:41 am (UTC)[ She is 100% serious, who does he take her for,
But she glances at him as she leads him into the living room, where there is a plush couch waiting. It's not at all wide enough for two people to lie on side-by-side, but that's not how Ritsuka is planning on sleeping on it. And they're both skinny things; as long as they're settled in a pile, it should be fine. Right? ]
--but, uh, if you don't want to, you don't have to...
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Date: 2024-05-24 04:28 am (UTC)[A little too fast. No, no, don't think he doesn't! He does! He very much does! He's not going to mess this up for himself by being weird about it! He even begins walking towards it, swallowing hard.]
It's just—a lot to take in. In a good way. But it's still a lot.
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Date: 2024-05-24 05:22 am (UTC)[ She gives his hand a gentle squeeze as she says it, swinging them once. Hopefully it soothes him, at least a little.
The first thing she does, when they reach the couch, is to sit. She pulls him down with her; they can work up to lying down, as it were. Just sitting is nice too. ]
You have to tell me if there's anything you don't like. Or want. That's the only way I'll know.
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Date: 2024-05-30 05:01 am (UTC)[He sits with her, holding her hand tightly—not squeezing hard, but he's firm about it, and he turns to look directly at her with his sudden rush of earnestness.]
I want you to promise me, too. But I swear . . . I'll always be honest with you.
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Date: 2024-06-01 05:44 am (UTC)[ She brightens, squeezing his hand on turn, before she leans to press her lips to his cheek in a quick little kiss. It feels simultaneously daring and easy to do. ]
I'll be honest too. If we remember that, then we'll definitely be all right.
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Date: 2024-06-14 04:06 am (UTC)[People, being open with one another? Being known, and vulnerable, and truthful? Keeping their minds open? What a thought. But there's something about the thought that warms him just as much as the kiss does; Kadoc can feel his skin heat at the touch, and his chest warm with the mutual promise.]
. . . But you're worth it. That's how I know how I feel about you. . . . Can I kiss you?
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Date: 2024-06-16 08:56 pm (UTC)[ She starts to duck her head, then catches herself, just peeking up at him through her lashes. There's a tiny shy smile on her lips, bashful but not uncertain, and a beat later she tips her face up to him instead. ]
Yeah. I'd like that.
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Date: 2024-06-17 05:58 am (UTC)That's getting ahead of himself more than a little, and his face feels glowingly warm with the thought as he sways in carefully to press his lips to hers. One thing at a time. And if it's this one thing for the next forever, that sounds like a heaven he doesn't want to escape, either.]
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Date: 2024-06-18 04:19 am (UTC)Her lips curl into a smile, gentle, keeping the pressure light between them. Just the touch makes her heart pick up its pace, but there's also no urgency to the kiss. It just feels good, in multiple ways, to lean her body into his, letting the kiss hold for long, gentle seconds. ]
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Date: 2024-06-21 11:28 pm (UTC)He holds the kiss there sweetly, almost chaste, dragging out the simple pleasure of it before he dares to part his lips for her.]
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Date: 2024-06-22 11:55 pm (UTC)In answer, she parts her lips as well, letting her tongue dart out briefly to touch his lip, a shyly playful brush of contact. ]
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Date: 2024-06-24 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-07-01 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-07-04 03:16 am (UTC)[No, he does. He knows exactly how he feels, and it's not subtle, either; he's smiling broadly against her lips. This seems like the sort of thing that would give him complexes for days with anyone else, but with her . . . it feels earnest, and playful. Kadoc is a man who imagines mockery aimed at him every day, and yet he can't right now. That's amazing.]
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Date: 2024-07-08 05:19 am (UTC)[ She doesn't pull back that far to speak, just enough that she can look up at his face, beaming. The smile on his face brings a wider one to her lips in turn; there's something that resonates in her, to see him look this happy. And at this point, she knows the different tones of his voice, doesn't she? This isn't the sound of a man who's upset or uncertain. ]
I'm just happy. What about it?
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Date: 2024-07-11 03:36 am (UTC)[He leans their foreheads together, eyes fluttering shut, smile still lingering on his lips. Has he ever seen anything as beautiful as her being so purely, simply happy. Right now, it really does feel like a miracle. The most astonishing thing to happen in this place—the greatest magic he's ever managed to perform of what he's learned here.]
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Date: 2024-07-14 10:42 pm (UTC)[ She doesn't giggle, precisely, in saying that, but a laugh is still there in her voice, a little ripple of sound that she doesn't try to bite back. It only takes a slight tilt of her head to boop her nose against his, and how is she supposed to resist that? ]
So I guess we're just gonna have to practice. Let's figure out more of what you like.
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Date: 2024-08-02 05:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
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