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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]

[ 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. ]

[memlost]

[ Kissing is a skill to practice and perfect like any other, except for the part where it takes two people to do it. It's a little different, then, to have his pace so completely tied to hers. But when he can feel her trying just as hard to improve, kiss for kiss, meeting the challenge with every bit of willingness to match, it's twice as exciting and thrice as gratifying.

He hums happily as they finally settle into something a little more comfortable. Bit by bit he thinks less about how he can make it better and feels more of the softness of her lips, the delicate play of each touch. It's so very easy to get lost in the details; before long, he hardly notices that each effort is getting a little bit longer, a little bit deeper, lingering in appreciation of the moment. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ She's not accustomed to any form of luxury, and she can only describe Morgan's kisses like that-- something slow and lingering, something to sink into, and it's almost too good for her to deserve, but she has absolutely no desire to pull away.

And also absolutely no clue what to do with her hands, as they've been resting on her thighs for some time now. After a minute, one will drift up to trace the lines of his face, along a cheekbone, down near his jaw, back up to push her fingers into his hair, to guide him closer as she shifts towards him.

She'll be kicking herself for awhile as to why she hadn't kissed him a lot earlier, but for now, she's fine with making soft, contented noises in her throat when he comes back for another round. ]

[memlost]

[ All of that touching in sensitive areas is making him a little dizzy... but it's probably his just desserts. He follows the slow trace of her hand's path, entranced. And then he's all too willing to comply with the gentle suggestion of her hand in his hair, a little thrill shooting through him as he scoots closer in kind and leans forward until he's almost flush against her.

... And if his kisses get a little more heated and he a little more breathless, he'll blame it right on her. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ It's not her fault that he's got her so thoroughly distracted by his mouth and his warmth and his proximity and his-- everything. He's always been skilled at making her heart pound hard enough to hurt, but this is something entirely different. It's hot and almost too overwhelming, but in a way she'd rather not pull back from.

... Until one particular heated kiss draws a very small moan from her.

And Noire jerks back, mortified, because what was that embarrassing noise-- ]

Ah--

[memlost]

[ wait no no

When she draws away without warning, he looks at her with an urgent sort of confusion, breathing heavily and sporting a serious case of tomato face. It takes a second to register that she's probably embarrassed over-- ]

Th-that's okay.

[ That was okay. That was okay. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ well no, it's hardly okay, and that's why she's burying her face in her hands. She could die right now. ]

I-it's embarrassing...

[memlost]

Well, I liked it.

[ To be completely, shamelessly honest. His hand sneaks up into her hair to give it a reassuring ruffle. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ She'll lift her head-- just a little, to peer at him dubiously. ]

... It wasn't exactly dignified...

[memlost]

But you were enjoying yourself.

[ No question necessary. ]

[bloodandblunder]

Y-yes...

[ She wants to die. ]

[memlost]

[ DON'T DIE. ]

Then that's what matters! And to be frank, little signs like that make me enjoy it even more. Not that I needed much help in the first place... but it sure is encouraging!

[bloodandblunder]

So I... shouldn't try to be quieter?

[ But... ]

[memlost]

Not for my sake! Everyone else, on the other hand...

[ They might get a little jealous. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... Erk. ]

I'll, um-- definitely try to be careful.

[memlost]

Ha ha ha. But I really did like it, for the record! Not just the um, noises, but all of it. All of you!

[ ... M...ostly not as dirty as it sounds?? ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Mostly... Morgan please, she's already so red. ]

I... liked it, too. Kissing you, I mean-- I don't think I've ever seen you so...

[ And she'll trail off, because how does she even put words to this? ]

[memlost]

So...?

[bloodandblunder]

... Just the sight of you took my breath away.

[ she says to her lap. In a whisper. ]

[memlost]

Oh. ... Me? Are you sure?

[ It sounds like high praise, but higher praise than he should be getting... ]

[bloodandblunder]

I-I wouldn't be so embarrassed if I wasn't sure!

[memlost]

Heh, okay, okay. I'm flattered! And I'll take it as a sign that I should keep right on doing what I'm doing. Which should be easy enough, since... well, you're pretty stunning yourself.

[ A+, would make out with anytime. ]

[bloodandblunder]

S-stunning? With this bedhead?

[ Morgan pls. ]