[she nods again, smiling at him — her nails faint on his skin as she leans in again and kisses him, soft and gentle this time. perhaps she can, from this point onwards, avoid speaking to dimitri altogether and communicate instead with kisses? that might be something. perhaps not entirely conducive to holding a conversation.]
[when byleth pulls away, byleth pushes him to scoot more onto the middle of the bed while she, too, takes a seat close to him — so close that she's pretty much sitting on his lap as she seeks for another kiss.]
[it's a slow one again; her cheeks flushed, eyes closed, a tentative hand pressing onto his side and sliding downwards until it rests at his hipbone.]
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[when byleth pulls away, byleth pushes him to scoot more onto the middle of the bed while she, too, takes a seat close to him — so close that she's pretty much sitting on his lap as she seeks for another kiss.]
[it's a slow one again; her cheeks flushed, eyes closed, a tentative hand pressing onto his side and sliding downwards until it rests at his hipbone.]