[dimitri might not really consider what his actions do; the hold to her hips not only presses their sexes closer, but pulls byleth to press her breasts onto his chest. her hand relinquishes her hold on him in favor of resting over his shoulders, a smile at his efforts soon turning into nervous giggling, her expression mirthful despite how they are, effectively, fumbling about this.]
[it's playful when she tilts his chin up to look at her, a peck to his lips.]
[there's no reason for her to be anything but blunt.]
no subject
[it's playful when she tilts his chin up to look at her, a peck to his lips.]
[there's no reason for her to be anything but blunt.]
Should we lie down? It might be easier that way.