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[vitainmorte]

Hello, this is Cypress. If you leave me a message I will get back to you as quickly as possible.

Thank you, have a good day.

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[vitainmorte]

[ blessedly unaware of his self-induced gutpunch, but she looks slightly relieved by his decision. ]

Alright. ... thank you.

[mourningson]

[thank god]

Is there anything else we should address?

[vitainmorte]

I'm not sure...

Do you have any concerns?

[mourningson]

...

Nothing that hasn't been addressed.

[vitainmorte]

Okay.

[ watches him for a bit longer, before quietly removing the folded up kiss coupons from her sweater, because OBVIOUSLY she carries them around, and gingerly removes two-- leaves the other five connected.

then, ]

Actually, there is one more thing. Could you come here...?

[mourningson]

[...steps closer to her, amused]

Yes?

[vitainmorte]

[ folds up the 5-coupon-slip and gently presses it into his hand. ]

It seems like you need these, too, so I'm happy to give you half.

[mourningson]

[stares at the coupons]

I'll need these?

[vitainmorte]

So you can ask for a kiss, too, without saying it. Since you never have.

1/2

[mourningson]

[EXCUSE ME WOW—]

[mourningson]

[—she's absolutely right.

closes his hand around the coupons, his expression soft]

If we return to my room, I'd inclined to use these particular coupons sooner than later.

[vitainmorte]

[ ehehe ]

I would like that...

[mourningson]

[chuckles, offering his hand like a fucking dork]

[vitainmorte]

[ taking it eagerly and slipping out of her seat. ]

[mourningson]

[leading her to his room, all-too-quickly closing the door behind them]

There is a want for more intimacy, as discussed before that dinner.

[vitainmorte]

Well-- I didn't know you wanted, before now, so isn't it your own fault?

[mourningson]

I am making an attempt to express myself, aren't I?

[vitainmorte]

You're doing very well, yes.

[mourningson]

...don't praise me...

[opens his other hand, plucking two coupons]

[vitainmorte]

You deserve it, though.

[ taking them, reaching up in the same motion to stand on tiptoe and curl her arms around his neck to lean in for a kiss. ]

[mourningson]

[he wanted to object, buuuuuuut wrapping his arms around her and losing himself in a kiss is a fine alternative, this is fine]

[vitainmorte]

[ a pleased little noise, keeping the kiss mmmmostly chaste? mostly.

she does wind her fingers into his hair though. ssoooooft. ]

[mourningson]

[this time he doesn't shy away in the kiss, taking the initiative to deepen it]

[vitainmorte]

[ god. finally. took you long enough.

her face goes warm, but she eagerly parts her lips, straining up on her tiptoes to press closer to him. ]