[She pulls away like that, and the first thing Yu thinks is -- how could she think he didn't know? She...she's one of the most brazen people he's ever met, and she doesn't think that was completely obvious? He's about to say something, probably something along the lines of it's not like I didn't want to or I didn't want anyone to get hurt but whatever he's about to say doesn't matter, really, because she's kissing him again, and suddenly all he can think about is her lips, how close she is to him...
The first kiss was soft, marked by the tentative slowness of something new, something you don't want to rush. When Rise pulls him back in, it's different, adamant, hesitation melting as the sensation becomes more familiar. Yu's hands find her waist, pulling her closer, narrowing the space between them. He very consciously doesn't push too far, too fast, instead trying to feel out her cues and respond to them in kind.]
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The first kiss was soft, marked by the tentative slowness of something new, something you don't want to rush. When Rise pulls him back in, it's different, adamant, hesitation melting as the sensation becomes more familiar. Yu's hands find her waist, pulling her closer, narrowing the space between them. He very consciously doesn't push too far, too fast, instead trying to feel out her cues and respond to them in kind.]