[She shivers and sighs at his touch; she's always been not-so-secretly pleased when he touches her, that he doesn't shy away from her scars. Not that she'd wholly expect him to, since his own are much more extensive than hers'. But they're ugly reminders for her or what all she had lost, the reason she never looked in the mirror anymore; the scar that runs the length of her spine only one of many but he touches her like none of it matters. And she finds that with Adolf, it doesn't. Not at all.]
Oh. [A soft noise of surprise as he agrees-- he's been surprising her a lot tonight, but she can't say she minds at all. With a slight shift she sits back and up, hands sliding to balance briefly on his shoulders. His shirt rises high on her thighs, Oona suddenly very aware of every movement and placement of their bodies in relation to each other.]
Yes, that is true. And many people tell me so. [Blunt, as ever.] But, it is not the same as when you tell me so. It is easy to throw pretty words around and not mean them, or to try and get something form the person you are saying them to.
You do not say these things lightly, so I know you mean them. And I do not lie, so when I say you are handsome... [Oona smiles, her hands moving to gently cup his face.] I like your eyes, Adolf. You hair and your scars... Ah, but, what I like most, is that you care. You try so hard to hide it, but I know. You are beautiful to me too, inside and out. [It's all said softly, carefully, as she does when she wants to make sure she is understood clearly. Perhaps he wouldn't appreciate being called 'beautiful,' and while she's made passing comments about how attractive she's found him before, it perhaps didn't have this level of seriousness behind it.
She looks away a moment, feeling a little embarrassed about it.] Hmm, I am saying strange things again, yes? I do not enjoy using words so much in these moments. [Which is thankfully easily rectified, since she then turns back to him and presses their mouths together, forgoing the 'no kisses' clause completely. The press of her body to his, the sheer adoration she pours into the kiss, is surely enough to get her meaning across when her words fail her]
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Oh. [A soft noise of surprise as he agrees-- he's been surprising her a lot tonight, but she can't say she minds at all. With a slight shift she sits back and up, hands sliding to balance briefly on his shoulders. His shirt rises high on her thighs, Oona suddenly very aware of every movement and placement of their bodies in relation to each other.]
Yes, that is true. And many people tell me so. [Blunt, as ever.] But, it is not the same as when you tell me so. It is easy to throw pretty words around and not mean them, or to try and get something form the person you are saying them to.
You do not say these things lightly, so I know you mean them. And I do not lie, so when I say you are handsome... [Oona smiles, her hands moving to gently cup his face.] I like your eyes, Adolf. You hair and your scars... Ah, but, what I like most, is that you care. You try so hard to hide it, but I know. You are beautiful to me too, inside and out. [It's all said softly, carefully, as she does when she wants to make sure she is understood clearly. Perhaps he wouldn't appreciate being called 'beautiful,' and while she's made passing comments about how attractive she's found him before, it perhaps didn't have this level of seriousness behind it.
She looks away a moment, feeling a little embarrassed about it.] Hmm, I am saying strange things again, yes? I do not enjoy using words so much in these moments. [Which is thankfully easily rectified, since she then turns back to him and presses their mouths together, forgoing the 'no kisses' clause completely. The press of her body to his, the sheer adoration she pours into the kiss, is surely enough to get her meaning across when her words fail her]