[ She's not sure she wants to think about anything other that this particular moment, terrified that if she does, something will snap and shatter and it will all fall apart. So she surrounds herself with it, lets him wrap his arms around, returns the favour and grasps at his back, tears that aren't building anymore falling out of closed eyes as she tilts her head along with his. It's not exactly pretty, but she isn't about to burst into tears anymore, either.
His kiss is so ... different. But then, everyone's is always just a little bit different. Where Nine was still and chaste and a bit tentative, his predecessor's is less so. Not better, not worse, but a different sort of good. One of her arms snakes up and over his shoulders, holding and pulling him to her and even if the stark height difference is odd, it doesn't disturb from her attempts to cocoon herself inside his arms. ]
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His kiss is so ... different. But then, everyone's is always just a little bit different. Where Nine was still and chaste and a bit tentative, his predecessor's is less so. Not better, not worse, but a different sort of good. One of her arms snakes up and over his shoulders, holding and pulling him to her and even if the stark height difference is odd, it doesn't disturb from her attempts to cocoon herself inside his arms. ]