Ummmm, life! [ She tries to think on the spot but, her answer wasn't any less true. She may play it off lightly, but there had been changes to the world since they spent afternoons skipping over to the nearest boba place.
Technically, by the time she weasels her way against him, her chest and torso do the work of her hands – smearing suds against him, allowing any 'cleaning' to feel more like a reward than a chore at this point. He touches her, she touches him, they play this light back and forth it feels almost as if they have been depraved of something so... natural.
Hana didn't text him. He didn't text her. There were things left unsaid. There were more...important things at hand. All of that caused a rift they were slowly starting to push together, reversing something as crippling as absence.
The kisses keep coming. She'd never complain, greedily taking his mouth against hers when she has the ability to, dragging her tongue against his lips and just... soaking in more than just the heat of the water. The moment between them felt so short and she didn't want to break free. Before he knows it, she was wedging her arm between them, her hand pushing the suds down lower... and lower... until? Well, hm. ]
Sounds like a plan.
[ Her native tongue sounds almost dirty with how her breath feels scarce, her heartbeat beginning to race. There was something infectious about promise of better... about figuring out what would work. Be it heroics... and themselves, did they really have time to just... go with the flow?
Hana's wet form doesn't pull away at all, still just letting the water rush down them both – to just feel him against her. ]
You're going to have to figure out timezones again... [ Or maybe it was Hana would who call 5-6 hours too soon. Who knew. ] And you can keep requesting me from OW... and give me reason to come back here. Y'know, on record...
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Technically, by the time she weasels her way against him, her chest and torso do the work of her hands – smearing suds against him, allowing any 'cleaning' to feel more like a reward than a chore at this point. He touches her, she touches him, they play this light back and forth it feels almost as if they have been depraved of something so... natural.
Hana didn't text him. He didn't text her. There were things left unsaid. There were more...important things at hand. All of that caused a rift they were slowly starting to push together, reversing something as crippling as absence.
The kisses keep coming. She'd never complain, greedily taking his mouth against hers when she has the ability to, dragging her tongue against his lips and just... soaking in more than just the heat of the water. The moment between them felt so short and she didn't want to break free. Before he knows it, she was wedging her arm between them, her hand pushing the suds down lower... and lower... until? Well, hm. ]
Sounds like a plan.
[ Her native tongue sounds almost dirty with how her breath feels scarce, her heartbeat beginning to race. There was something infectious about promise of better... about figuring out what would work. Be it heroics... and themselves, did they really have time to just... go with the flow?
Hana's wet form doesn't pull away at all, still just letting the water rush down them both – to just feel him against her. ]
You're going to have to figure out timezones again... [ Or maybe it was Hana would who call 5-6 hours too soon. Who knew. ] And you can keep requesting me from OW... and give me reason to come back here. Y'know, on record...