[ ...Shit, did he mess up? Because she's just staring straight at him with those big blues of hers and he's suddenly feeling self-conscious again. Nowhere near enough to kill the mood or anything, but now Ragna's on the brink of overthinking things again.
Should have just sucked it up and stayed embarrassed in calling her beautiful. The paintings chime up, and he can hear them. But now? That initial fright of their presence is gone. Now they're just annoying. Idle commentary. How cute of them to be fumbling about. Rather, that's mostly Ragna, to be fair to Weiss. It's not enough to cause him to break his gaze away from her as the hands on her butt settle back just beneath. And here came Weiss' consolation for this minor hiccup when she asks if he wanted to be on top. And his face just colours hotly, mismatched green and reds blinking before he quickly manages to chime up without so much as a stutter: ]
No no, no, this is fine. I was just making sure that... [ Do not fucking say you were making sure she kept the best seat in the house. His voice trails one more time— as Weiss did looking away from him...
No. He doesn't. Honestly it'd be a disservice to look away as he fights through his fluster, and tries to talk loud enough over the drumming of his heart in his ears.
One more time, Ragna. ] ...that you'll feel good, too.
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Should have just sucked it up and stayed embarrassed in calling her beautiful. The paintings chime up, and he can hear them. But now? That initial fright of their presence is gone. Now they're just annoying. Idle commentary. How cute of them to be fumbling about. Rather, that's mostly Ragna, to be fair to Weiss. It's not enough to cause him to break his gaze away from her as the hands on her butt settle back just beneath. And here came Weiss' consolation for this minor hiccup when she asks if he wanted to be on top. And his face just colours hotly, mismatched green and reds blinking before he quickly manages to chime up without so much as a stutter: ]
No no, no, this is fine. I was just making sure that... [ Do not fucking say you were making sure she kept the best seat in the house. His voice trails one more time— as Weiss did looking away from him...
No. He doesn't. Honestly it'd be a disservice to look away as he fights through his fluster, and tries to talk loud enough over the drumming of his heart in his ears.
One more time, Ragna. ] ...that you'll feel good, too.
[ Honesty. ]