[ Ah, there it is, a threat. He's always liked that about Oona, the ferocity with which she claims life; he'd like for her to be unapologetic always, not because he's encouraging bad behavior (well), but because he'd never want to see that fire go out. ]
...We'll see how that goes.
[ About her killing him, which he probably wouldn't mind nor struggle against if push came to shove. Speaking of pushing and shoving, though.
He slides a hand down Oon's hip to where his shirt's bunched at the waist, smooths it down over her bare legs before sliding his palm under to trace the contours of her body up, up. ]
And make sure not to lose it again, then.
[ A duck of his head, and he kisses the spot where her heart would be over the fabric of the thin shirt. For all the restraint he has packed in his body, he also has as much affection to give: Oona is his outlet, one he's lucky to have found. ]
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...We'll see how that goes.
[ About her killing him, which he probably wouldn't mind nor struggle against if push came to shove. Speaking of pushing and shoving, though.
He slides a hand down Oon's hip to where his shirt's bunched at the waist, smooths it down over her bare legs before sliding his palm under to trace the contours of her body up, up. ]
And make sure not to lose it again, then.
[ A duck of his head, and he kisses the spot where her heart would be over the fabric of the thin shirt. For all the restraint he has packed in his body, he also has as much affection to give: Oona is his outlet, one he's lucky to have found. ]