[ What, did he finally get one over her? This wasn't a competition, but seeing the way her cheeks colour so brightly before she can look away with a pout and a huff, Ragna wonders if he was a little too straightforward. She's about the most trustworthy person he's come across so far, and he didn't even know that when he decided to invite her to his VIP suite.
An otherwordly, gilded casino resort, and Ragna's first gamble wasn't on the slots or a card table. It was on a huffy little Ice Queen who was pressing buttons on him he didn't even know existed. He'd bluntly told her that he wasn't into schmoozing the pants off someone for free shit, nice as she looked. But in his internalized thoughts, Weiss with a little colour on her face was stirring something in his chest further, all before that heat spreads when she barely gives him a chance to get a say back edgewise when she tugs him to lean down a little. ]
Tch... Words in my— [ —mouth? That's currently being shut up by the delicate press of her lips against his, his eyes snapping wide for but a fleeting couple of seconds. The sheer size he has over her keeps him mindful to stay leaning down, a large hand capturing the small of her back for her purchase against him. Those seconds pass, and any firmness she feels melts away with a sigh through his nose. Suddenly his eyelids feel heavy, closing shut as the rest of the world is drowned out, phantoms and all. It's because he's never experienced this before, firmly keeping Weiss supported against him as he does, almost protectively so, that such a soft kiss almost feels overwhelming. ]
...?
[ The only thing that jostles him back to reality is the subtle feeling of the elevator starting to move. He doesn't completely pull away, opening his eyes that appear brighter in the dimmed light as he breaks from the tender kiss first. That was it. It shouldn't mean anything. A first kiss? The hell was the point of a first kiss anyway? What made it so different from any future ones that people had? Who cares? He accepted that he had more pressing matters. He gave that all up without even being given the choice to take it.
So... Was that enough? ]
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[ No. No, it was not enough. And as Ragna's gaze flits back to Weiss, face burning and his heart beating a little faster... No. It's not enough. And he's not talking about the elevator as he returns the favour, kissing her back as he chases the taste of her. Chaste, yet as his lips sweep against hers with a surprising gentleness, the audible little 'smack', it sounds so loud in his own head. So he doesn't stop. Not until she taps him to, the hold upon the curve of her back keeping her secure against him. ]
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An otherwordly, gilded casino resort, and Ragna's first gamble wasn't on the slots or a card table. It was on a huffy little Ice Queen who was pressing buttons on him he didn't even know existed. He'd bluntly told her that he wasn't into schmoozing the pants off someone for free shit, nice as she looked. But in his internalized thoughts, Weiss with a little colour on her face was stirring something in his chest further, all before that heat spreads when she barely gives him a chance to get a say back edgewise when she tugs him to lean down a little. ]
Tch... Words in my— [ —mouth? That's currently being shut up by the delicate press of her lips against his, his eyes snapping wide for but a fleeting couple of seconds. The sheer size he has over her keeps him mindful to stay leaning down, a large hand capturing the small of her back for her purchase against him. Those seconds pass, and any firmness she feels melts away with a sigh through his nose. Suddenly his eyelids feel heavy, closing shut as the rest of the world is drowned out, phantoms and all. It's because he's never experienced this before, firmly keeping Weiss supported against him as he does, almost protectively so, that such a soft kiss almost feels overwhelming. ]
...?
[ The only thing that jostles him back to reality is the subtle feeling of the elevator starting to move. He doesn't completely pull away, opening his eyes that appear brighter in the dimmed light as he breaks from the tender kiss first. That was it. It shouldn't mean anything. A first kiss? The hell was the point of a first kiss anyway? What made it so different from any future ones that people had? Who cares? He accepted that he had more pressing matters. He gave that all up without even being given the choice to take it.
So... Was that enough? ]
...
[ No. No, it was not enough. And as Ragna's gaze flits back to Weiss, face burning and his heart beating a little faster... No. It's not enough. And he's not talking about the elevator as he returns the favour, kissing her back as he chases the taste of her. Chaste, yet as his lips sweep against hers with a surprising gentleness, the audible little 'smack', it sounds so loud in his own head. So he doesn't stop. Not until she taps him to, the hold upon the curve of her back keeping her secure against him. ]