[The smile slips from her face in surprise, red creeping up her face to the tips of her ears and down her neck. Her eyes dart about, unable to look at him for a moment and she tries to get her brain to jump start again.]
I, ah... [Another point in his favor. It was so much easier to pretend she wasn't actually so easily flustered back before this thing between became an actual, you know, thing. Now it was impossible to hide. Her poor reputation, in tatters...
Shyly her hand reaches up to curl over the one at her cheek and she glance at him, before looking away again. 'Shy' isn't usually the adjective one would use to describe Oona, and she feels a little silly for it--after all, she's not a virgin, it's not like she doesn't know anything, but it's surprisingly different when the talk and ideas are revolved around someone you have actual feelings for.]
I do not mind... if it is you... [It's half-mumbled, embarrassed, and her fingers squeeze in something akin to encouragement.] I am not so fragile as I look, you know.
[Oona smiles again, tilting her head to playfully nip at the tip of his thumb that rests near her mouth. It's not a competition--he's said as much--but she still can't help but feel like she needs to one-up him every time he gets her heart beating that fast and her face so hot.]
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I, ah... [Another point in his favor. It was so much easier to pretend she wasn't actually so easily flustered back before this thing between became an actual, you know, thing. Now it was impossible to hide. Her poor reputation, in tatters...
Shyly her hand reaches up to curl over the one at her cheek and she glance at him, before looking away again. 'Shy' isn't usually the adjective one would use to describe Oona, and she feels a little silly for it--after all, she's not a virgin, it's not like she doesn't know anything, but it's surprisingly different when the talk and ideas are revolved around someone you have actual feelings for.]
I do not mind... if it is you... [It's half-mumbled, embarrassed, and her fingers squeeze in something akin to encouragement.] I am not so fragile as I look, you know.
[Oona smiles again, tilting her head to playfully nip at the tip of his thumb that rests near her mouth. It's not a competition--he's said as much--but she still can't help but feel like she needs to one-up him every time he gets her heart beating that fast and her face so hot.]