[She knows he can't possibly be using his powers now, but every touch feels like an electric shock is coursing through her, a pleasant tingle that leaves her shivering in the wake of his fingers.
Half-lidded eyes watch closely-- she's seen him without a shirt before, it's inevitable when she's spent as much time over here as she has, but this time the context is much different. And no, she doesn't flinch, but allows her eyes to roam eagerly. She doesn't see the imperfections he surely does. She sees tight muscle and a story etched into his very skin. A sad, horrific story, yes, but it has survivor all over it, and she can appreciate that much if nothing else.]
Stupid. [An affectionate murmur and she reaches out to let the tips of her fingers brush against his chest and down his stomach until she can't touch anymore without having to lean forward. Her hand drops off to rest on the bed and she smiles] I am too old for those fairy-tales. I like this reality much more.
[He moves her again so easily and her teeth worry her bottom lip, her arms securing themselves around Adolf's neck. She presses a kiss to his cheek and nips playfully at his ear.]
You.
[Oona is a mermaid of simple answers and simple pleasures--she really doesn't need much. She pulls away to cup his face, angling her head up for a heated kiss-- air? Who needed that? She'd steal the very breath from his lungs if she could right now]
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Half-lidded eyes watch closely-- she's seen him without a shirt before, it's inevitable when she's spent as much time over here as she has, but this time the context is much different. And no, she doesn't flinch, but allows her eyes to roam eagerly. She doesn't see the imperfections he surely does. She sees tight muscle and a story etched into his very skin. A sad, horrific story, yes, but it has survivor all over it, and she can appreciate that much if nothing else.]
Stupid. [An affectionate murmur and she reaches out to let the tips of her fingers brush against his chest and down his stomach until she can't touch anymore without having to lean forward. Her hand drops off to rest on the bed and she smiles] I am too old for those fairy-tales. I like this reality much more.
[He moves her again so easily and her teeth worry her bottom lip, her arms securing themselves around Adolf's neck. She presses a kiss to his cheek and nips playfully at his ear.]
You.
[Oona is a mermaid of simple answers and simple pleasures--she really doesn't need much. She pulls away to cup his face, angling her head up for a heated kiss-- air? Who needed that? She'd steal the very breath from his lungs if she could right now]