[She may only take a moment to think, but it feels much longer. Natsuno remains utterly still, worried he freaked her out. How to make it less awkward? Should he think of some - boner-killer? Loud noises, desert zombies, the smell inside Clarke's rover oh thank god Rita's talking again. Some of the tension leaves his body when she starts stroking him. It was awkward, yes, but he didn't freak her out.
We don't need to be embarrassed. Not with each other. She's right, of course, as expected from a genius. He loves her so much.]
Okay. [I like...feeling your hand here. Natsuno's face is flushed deep and his mouth is still dry, but he manages to give Rita a little smile. Saying that he likes to touch her there would be stating the obvious, right? He needs another moment to work out the courage, but his inquisitive fingers soon trail her heart to her breast, first as a gentle brush, then to slowly cup it.]
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We don't need to be embarrassed. Not with each other. She's right, of course, as expected from a genius. He loves her so much.]
Okay. [I like...feeling your hand here. Natsuno's face is flushed deep and his mouth is still dry, but he manages to give Rita a little smile. Saying that he likes to touch her there would be stating the obvious, right? He needs another moment to work out the courage, but his inquisitive fingers soon trail her heart to her breast, first as a gentle brush, then to slowly cup it.]
...how's this?