She responds so quickly and in a much more positive way than he anticipated, he just blinks at her, his expression almost blank, though it has a touch of surprise in it. It stays this way as she continues, although the surprise takes on a curious aspect to it when she trails off. It's not until she requests doing it again that things take a real change.
She wants him to kiss her again. Or she wants to kiss him. The fact that she's asking, as well as the lingering response of being okay with the whole thing and the way it was done...it's...funny. Funny in a completely cute way.
Funny in such a cute way that, in spite of everything, Wash smiles. It's slight and amused, but it's accompanied with a huff of an exhale that's...well. Something of a laugh. He can't help it. Man, what she can do to him. It's unbelievable. She can make him smile in his darkest moment here, make him forget about his troubles momentarily, something no one has managed to do. She's special. She's damn special. And it's definitely not the drinks or his sadness telling him that.
"Yeah," he says, voice quieter now. "I can do it again." He doesn't have a problem with the idea of her starting it, but he's plenty happy to initiating it himself again. So he does. Raising his hand from her back, he carefully pushes a few wisps of her hair that's not caught in her ponytail away from her face, tucking what he can behind his ear. It's...a more tender action than he's really used to doing, but hell, he's kissing her and holding her right now, so it's not like it can hurt to brush the hair out of her face, right? Besides it's totally useful, it keeps her hair out of the way. ...Not that he needs an excuse to do it...
His hand moves back then, returning to where it was on her back, and as he continues to gaze down at her, he moves in for the second time. The space between them is much less than the first time, so he doesn't keep her waiting long at all; soon enough his lips find hers again, and he picks them up right where they left off.
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She wants him to kiss her again. Or she wants to kiss him. The fact that she's asking, as well as the lingering response of being okay with the whole thing and the way it was done...it's...funny. Funny in a completely cute way.
Funny in such a cute way that, in spite of everything, Wash smiles. It's slight and amused, but it's accompanied with a huff of an exhale that's...well. Something of a laugh. He can't help it. Man, what she can do to him. It's unbelievable. She can make him smile in his darkest moment here, make him forget about his troubles momentarily, something no one has managed to do. She's special. She's damn special. And it's definitely not the drinks or his sadness telling him that.
"Yeah," he says, voice quieter now. "I can do it again." He doesn't have a problem with the idea of her starting it, but he's plenty happy to initiating it himself again. So he does. Raising his hand from her back, he carefully pushes a few wisps of her hair that's not caught in her ponytail away from her face, tucking what he can behind his ear. It's...a more tender action than he's really used to doing, but hell, he's kissing her and holding her right now, so it's not like it can hurt to brush the hair out of her face, right? Besides it's totally useful, it keeps her hair out of the way. ...Not that he needs an excuse to do it...
His hand moves back then, returning to where it was on her back, and as he continues to gaze down at her, he moves in for the second time. The space between them is much less than the first time, so he doesn't keep her waiting long at all; soon enough his lips find hers again, and he picks them up right where they left off.