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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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[mourningson]

So it is not "more" you want?

[vitainmorte]

[ uncomfortable and embarrassed, hands clasped tightly together ]

I-- don't know? What's "more?" I like-- kissing, and holding your hand, and hugging you.

I-I wouldn't... be opposed to. "More." I think. But I don't-- um, I think-- if it were the right circumstances, I...

[ trails off, awkwardly, unsure of how to continue. ]

[mourningson]

I will not push for anything, since I myself have plenty to come to terms with.

But what exactly are the right circumstances for "more" in your mind?

[vitainmorte]

[ quiet for a long moment, thoughtful. ]

... I think-- knowing... that you wanted it, as much as I did.

[mourningson]

[a pause]

What if I have no interest in saying what I want?

[vitainmorte]

If-- you can't say it, and you won't show it... then... I'd be forced to assume you didn't want it, or that-- what I can offer isn't good enough for you to want.

I don't want to push my wants on you.

[mourningson]

...it is difficult, you know.

[vitainmorte]

[ only slightly exasperated: ]

I know.

But I want-- I want you to be able to tell me these things. ... I want to be able to discuss these things, with you. You don't have to... say it out loud, always. Over the phone, or-- a letter, or a note... anything is fine.

Whatever makes it easier for you. Whatever... helps.

[mourningson]

[sighs, closing his eyes and running his hand through his hair]

...I suppose I can try to express it.

[vitainmorte]

[ finally looks back up at him, brow knitted in worry. ]

I, um. I am... sorry. To push on this, specifically. But if... you could, I-- it would ease my mind, quite a bit.

[ a pause, before continuing, quieter; ]

... I really did think you didn't like kissing, or anything like that.

[mourningson]

[DEEP BREATH]

No, I enjoy it...

[vitainmorte]

[ cute...

smiles, despite herself, and slowly pushes herself up out of the chair to cross over to stand in front of him, holding her hands out. ]

... can I?

[mourningson]

[nnnnods, taking her hands]

[vitainmorte]

[ squeezes his hands, gently.

then slides her hands out of his, so she can reach up and cup his jaw, gently kissing his cheek. ]

[mourningson]

[


he wasn't expecting anything that sweet or tender]

...you really do treat me too kindly, Cypress.

[vitainmorte]

[ another small, soft kiss, before she leans forward to curl her arms around him and hug. ]

... I really like you.

[mourningson]

[his reddens, and he can't make eye contact; he begins to raise his arms but stops himself, he's dying squirtle]

You're so kind and deserve so much better.

[vitainmorte]

[ buries her face against his hair. ]

I think I want you.

[mourningson]

[he's going to die he didn't prepare this he doesn't even have a will

he ssslowly lifts his arms to finally wind them around her waist]

Why doesn't any of this scare you?

[vitainmorte]

[ just stays there, then, huddled up against him and absorbing his warmth. ]

I am-- scared. Of course I'm scared. But I-- maybe I want it enough to try anyway.

[mourningson]

Even if it leaves you vulnerable?

[vitainmorte]

... I think... lots of things... can do that. Will do that. Even if I don't want them to. But it... makes me feel nice, so I want to try.

[ more embarrassed not, squeezing tighter and hiding her face ]

Letting you-- touch me, and see me, w-would leave me vulnerable, too, but mmmm.... m-maybe I do want to try it...

[mourningson]

[that gives him chills; absentmindedly tracing circles on the small of her back]

You are the one who told me that sex required trust. But, is this just about sex, or is it about... a relationship?

[wit 0]

[vitainmorte]

[ speaking of chills; she shivers, lightly, at the touch. but. ]

... both?

[mourningson]

[okay okay okay okokok okkkkkkk]

What would be the... difference between a relationship and our courtship now? Is there any true significance?