[No, don't look at him cry. It's unsightly at best, but Akira doesn't wrench out of Ann's grip. Knowing full well he'd suffer the brunt of her ire and concern alike, he doesn't dare.
So watch your boyfriend weep, Ann. Watch, because he's never going to get much uglier than this, sniffling and working very very hard to keep his nose from running. Guh.]
Crying isn't very cool.
[And Morgana isn't here to assure Akira that he is, in fact, very cool. Just another thing to cry about!! All the same, Akira's smile returns just a bit, his hands coming up to frame Ann's face.]
You really are my Ann. I've read girls like a sensitive guy, but when it comes down to it, no one likes being blubbered on.
[Except, perhaps, his darling girlfriend. Turning his face to one side, Akira kisses her palm. Turning it once more, he kisses the other.]
[ To prove her point, she pulls him in towards her and kisses his wet cheeks. It's true, too--she does think he's cool, and she thinks it's also cool to be able to be honest about your feelings with the person you love.
Her lips find his in a chaste kiss as she bundles him up in her arms, pulling the blankets around them to keep the rest of their pooled body heat from escaping into the chilly room. ]
I want you to feel okay being vulnerable with me, because I love you a lot.
[ But she also wants to help him feel better, too, so if there's any way she can do that, she will. ]
[Stop, comforting him is his kink??? Wreathed in her kisses, Akira smiles, chuckling warmly in her tender touch. Folding into her arms feels so natural, so warm and tender, and Akira wraps his arms snug around Ann's waist.]
I love you too. I'd be hard pressed not to.
[Nuzzling against her neck, Akira kisses her there... bites her there too. Comfort comes in all sorts of shapes and forms, doesn't it? He could use some of the more salacious variety.]
[ Ann gasps softly when Akira's teeth dig into the sensitive skin of her neck, shuddering as it fills her body with heat--a pleasant distraction from the cold outside. His wordless request is understood. If this is what he wants, she's pleased to give it to him. ]
Akira... how do you want it?
[ Her face turns bright red at the question, even though he's seen her naked before. They've had sex before. She supposes this is just what it's like to talk to the person you're crushing on. ]
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So watch your boyfriend weep, Ann. Watch, because he's never going to get much uglier than this, sniffling and working very very hard to keep his nose from running. Guh.]
Crying isn't very cool.
[And Morgana isn't here to assure Akira that he is, in fact, very cool. Just another thing to cry about!! All the same, Akira's smile returns just a bit, his hands coming up to frame Ann's face.]
You really are my Ann. I've read girls like a sensitive guy, but when it comes down to it, no one likes being blubbered on.
[Except, perhaps, his darling girlfriend. Turning his face to one side, Akira kisses her palm. Turning it once more, he kisses the other.]
Thank you for loving me. Tears and all.
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[ To prove her point, she pulls him in towards her and kisses his wet cheeks. It's true, too--she does think he's cool, and she thinks it's also cool to be able to be honest about your feelings with the person you love.
Her lips find his in a chaste kiss as she bundles him up in her arms, pulling the blankets around them to keep the rest of their pooled body heat from escaping into the chilly room. ]
I want you to feel okay being vulnerable with me, because I love you a lot.
[ But she also wants to help him feel better, too, so if there's any way she can do that, she will. ]
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I love you too. I'd be hard pressed not to.
[Nuzzling against her neck, Akira kisses her there... bites her there too. Comfort comes in all sorts of shapes and forms, doesn't it? He could use some of the more salacious variety.]
two months later...
Akira... how do you want it?
[ Her face turns bright red at the question, even though he's seen her naked before. They've had sex before. She supposes this is just what it's like to talk to the person you're crushing on. ]