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[bloodandblunder]

"H... hello? Um, this is me-- ah, Noire! I'm Noire, and I'm very sorry for missing you somehow... I promise I'm not avoiding you, unless you're scary or you're Mo-- trying to curse me. U-um, so when I can figure out how to-- ( beeps ensue, followed by a shriek of fright ) O-oh, no! What did I push, how do I-- make it-- oh gods, did I break it?! W-why can't we just talk in person?!"

[ BEEP. ]

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[bloodandblunder]

-- Oh! Um... do you want to close your eyes again?

[memlost]

Ha ha! Open, closed, blindfolded, it's all good to me.... though I do like to see you. But the suspense is nice too!

[ ... So okay he'll close his eyes, why not. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Noire's significantly less hesitant than when she started, although there's still great care in the way she rests one hand against his cheek and the other on his chest when she leans down to kiss him. She's feeling kind of silly for not having done this a lot sooner. ]

[memlost]

[ He smiles, quite liking the bare and delicate touch to his cheek, and moves one hand to cover hers on his chest. It's probably better that he's lying down, to check his eagerness, but it doesn't stop him from bringing his other hand to the back of her neck to keep her close. He's all too happy to smooth out this kissing deal sooner rather than later. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ There, there, Morgan, she won't move (except to brace herself a bit so there's less of a risk of toppling over onto him). But of course she has to ask, a bit nervously-- ]

Was that all right?

[memlost]

Couldn't be righter.

[ He says it warmly, because it's true. Even if it wasn't the most confident or dexterous kiss, it was thoroughly Noire. ]

I'll bet that if you liked it, I liked it. And if you're not sure whether you liked it or not, I think you should keep trying until you're sure!

[ itt: morgan fishes for a trillion kisses please stop him ]

[bloodandblunder]

I definitely liked it! A-a lot, so...

[ but why would she-- ]

[memlost]

Good.

[ He gives her a pleased smile and shifts both hands to gently... squish her cheeks. ]

You're really cute, Noire.

[bloodandblunder]

[ Morgan, why. ]

I-- thank you, but I still don't really... understand how you'd think that--

[memlost]

[ He chuckles, having expected an answer like that. His fingers move back into her hair and begin to scratch lightly. ]

I don't suppose you would. But cuteness isn't really meant to be understood, I think! It just is.

[bloodandblunder]

[ There's a light shiver that runs through her, and then she'll lower her head to rest her forehead against his collarbone, sighing out a quiet, approving noise. ]

It's somewhat hard to respond to, though... [ nngh that feels good. ]

[memlost]

[ Ohoho. He grins and carries on, fingers tangling in her hair at their own luxurious pace. ]

I can think of a way or two to shut me up when you're not sure what to say.

[bloodandblunder]

[ Morgan, could you stop turning her into putty for like a minute-- ]

... One involves kissing, doesn't it?

[memlost]

[ but why would he ]

You're catching on! ... And I haven't thought about the other way yet. But I could!

[ Once his mind gets off this very singular track. ]

[bloodandblunder]

Let me know when you do? I'll have to... er, practice the other method more.

[ she's still so new to it!! ]

[memlost]

[ never letting her know ever ]

With me, right? You'll practice with me?

[bloodandblunder]

...

Morgan, I'd never kiss anyone else.

[memlost]

I think I saw Inigo kissing his pillow once, but it might've been my imagination... anyway, that's great news!

[ He begins to sit up. ]

[bloodandblunder]

No, that... sounds like him.

[ But she'll move back, a tad regretfully. She'll miss the hair spoiling. ]

[memlost]

[ All in good time...

But for now he'll halt her by the waist before she can get too far. And he'll lean in close with his renewed maneuverability, very much a space invader. ]

I guess I should count my blessings... and use them to their full potential, hm?

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... what has she unleashed here. ]

If that means you don't have to kiss a pillow...

[memlost]

[ a monster tbh

With that gentle approval, he smiles and leans in to meet her lips at a more reasonable speed than his last attempt, careful to get the angle just right. It doesn't feel quite as clumsy now -- and it probably helps that he's feeling a lot more patient this time around too. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ It's almost more embarrassing when she has to think about it, but she can appreciate the consideration. She still finds plenty of warmth in a kiss this careful, and the gentleness has her leaving a faint sigh against his lips before she tentatively parts her own to kiss him a little more firmly. ]

[memlost]

[ Hehe... even her sighs are cute, though this one in particular leaves a funny little buzz in his head. But it isn't unpleasant in the least. He follows her cue and answers in kind, giving this parted lip thing another go. One hand finds its way to her jaw and traces its way back, trying to gauge her more than just through her mouth.

Not that he has any problem with her mouth or her lips, which he will kiss again and again quite gladly, experimentally, working up a gentle rhythm and trying to get it a little more right with each try. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ It's nothing sort of a miracle that Noire hasn't overheated and expired from it, but there's no denying that she's much, much warmer than usual. All of this is still so new, and every gentle movement of his hand and the coaxing motion of his lips makes her melt a little more; there's that shiver when his fingers brush closer to her neck.

Really, she ought to have expected this. Morgan was a genius tactician; he always worked hard at everything he tried until he could say he'd proudly mastered it, and it's that earnestness that had drawn her to him in the first place, and what makes her try now, to keep up. She wants to make this just as good for him, and soon enough, she'll get the rhythm. ]