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[ Flirting is nice, easy; she likes as much as any other woman to feel desired, a winsome smile, handsome shoulders. Masamune is pretty, yes, but ambitious, driven, strong. Attraction for him settles low in her belly, pooling there stubbornly. His mouth is close to her ear, his voice a rumble in the dark. She can smell him, feel the warmth from him. The lines of trees extend past the line of his shoulder, and it's all she can do not to nose into his hair.

But there's an intensity to Masamune that remains foreign to her, however. In Atlantis she'd never really entertained a proper suitor. None brave enough to court the princess, and her too occupied by seeking the respect of her warriors rather than a man's love. Of course it had bothered her: she was the last of her lineage, and Atlantis' heir. But she had bigger worries then, and even bigger ones now.

She turns her head in increments. Her nose skims his cheek. She feels tethered to him by his hand upon her arm, keeping her close. She wants--wants to push him down into the grass, fall with him, laugh into his mouth like a giddy adolescent and let only the darkness be privy to the hunger that lives within her. But she can't. ]

If kisses are what you want, Masamune, then I can provide.

[ Her mouth is a curve, her body arched towards his, an invitation despite herself. That is all I can provide goes unsaid; he is a lord. They both know the stakes, and how the rules may differ between them. She kisses the shell of his ear, trailing back languidly along his jaw, knowing he'll meet her partway. ]

[inroad]

[ he understands well enough the limitations of what she is offering to him but she's still giving him more than he hoped for. Of course she thinks clearer than he and had it been his responsibility alone to lay the limits down they would have ended up severely close before he would have put a stop to it (if at all). But it's not all unfamiliar, either, and if he's honest with himself... these sorts of limited enjoyment can be better than the rest. ]

I accept, then. [ the volume of his voice is uniquely low but his tone is powerful enough to convey he's more than happy with the offer, even if his lust is going to have to go unfulfilled. His other arm moving to slip around her waist now that she's presented herself in a manner that gives him the permission to, he pulls her closer. Once she's in range he lets go of her arm guiding it just past his shoulder, tilting his head to be able to catch her lips with his own. It's a simple kiss, at least until he pull hers forward flush against him, and then it escalates to something far less innocent. He's careful not to be forceful but he is insistent in being able to taste her as fully as possible from a kiss alone.

Masamune always works to make the best of any opportunity. If it's just kissing he can work with it; but he's going to make sure to get absolutely everything possible there is to be had within his limits. It's not just this so much as his nature in general to get everything he can out of something. Really, he thinks more people should be like that anyway.

Plus, he really does have a lot of making up to do to her in more ways than one, already forgiven or not. ]

[adlantisag]

[ She grins wickedly into his kiss when he pulls her against him, her hands unabashedly winding into his hair, tight against his skull. The kiss is unhurried, her open mouth slanting over his, kissing his top lip and bottom lip, sucking it in between her teeth.

She loses track of how long they stay like that, entwined in the grass. Her in his lap, moving against one another, sharing heat and breath. By the time they part, laughter light between them, the lantern is almost dead. From this close, his eye is bright like a silver coin, like the moon. She kisses his nose, his cheeks, suffused with affection. Her every nerve stands on end, and it's almost--almost enough to ward off the chill.

They need to head back.

Taking his hand in her own, she pulls him to his feet. She collects her lantern, her spear, her cloak. Her step is light. If she walks diagonally a bit to 'accidentally' press against him on their walk back to town, well. She knows he won't mind.

She keeps their fingers laced the whole way. ]