[Ah, well— despite the shared arousal between them, drawing her so close with her chest pressed against him is a little embarrassing in its overeagerness. (But still not something Dimitri would ever complain about.)
Seeing her smile, hearing Byleth’s laugh, is its own reward, though, so he doesn’t regret the fact that he’s fumbling through this. He loves the sound of it — just as he said and those years ago, that her smile was a brilliant and breathtaking thing. She catches his awkward chuckle with her lips.]
Maybe you’re right.
[Would it be easier? Who knows, really. But an arm goes around her middle again, and Dimitri lays on his side, taking her with him, a playful spark in his eyes. In a comment filled with self-awareness:]
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Seeing her smile, hearing Byleth’s laugh, is its own reward, though, so he doesn’t regret the fact that he’s fumbling through this. He loves the sound of it — just as he said and those years ago, that her smile was a brilliant and breathtaking thing. She catches his awkward chuckle with her lips.]
Maybe you’re right.
[Would it be easier? Who knows, really. But an arm goes around her middle again, and Dimitri lays on his side, taking her with him, a playful spark in his eyes. In a comment filled with self-awareness:]
We are not terribly elegant, are we.