[When Byleth closes the door, leaving them swathed only in shadow, a faint nervousness tinges every cognizant thought. He becomes overly aware of where she stands — moving closer to him — and his heart once more thuds hard in his chest, not knowing what to expect. Or perhaps because he does know what to expect.
Much of his overthinking, however, goes flying out of his mind when she completely closes that space and kisses him. There’s no time to question it, no time to ask what she expects from him tonight, only the heated press of her lips against his own.
He can’t help but lean into it — returning it with a fervor that echoes their first. Just like Dimitri cannot help the noise of satisfaction he makes from the back of his throat, an arm reaching out to loop around her waist.]
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Much of his overthinking, however, goes flying out of his mind when she completely closes that space and kisses him. There’s no time to question it, no time to ask what she expects from him tonight, only the heated press of her lips against his own.
He can’t help but lean into it — returning it with a fervor that echoes their first. Just like Dimitri cannot help the noise of satisfaction he makes from the back of his throat, an arm reaching out to loop around her waist.]