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[attr="class","hana i"]it’s difficult to keep a fuzzy smile from twisting at her lips. she tries to fight it, really. it’s just… when you have hands like that touching every nook and cranny, you become head empty no thought.

and maybe she liked the gentle touch but it’s laced over with roughness. somehow, she almost likes that better.

wiggling out of her pants takes a second. she has to use him for support, squirming to free her skin from cloth. and once pants, too, drop into grass, she’s tugging at his shirt once more. another shiver claws down her spine. there’s more force behind her tugs now, as if she needs the warmth of his skin pressed against hers.

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[attr="class","hana i"]shadows twist and coil to make way for them. grass beckons, a mildly soft cushion for what’s to come. it’s not like she’ll be laid out on it much but the thought that he sought a more comfortable spot is slightly touching anyway.

she relinquishes her shirt without argument. it drops gently on dewy grass, abandoned. her hands curl at the bottom of his shirt and tug. 

a shiver skitters down her spine and she’s not sure which category it belongs in: the cold or anticipation.

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[attr="class","hana i"]closer, closer, until she’s not sure where she ends and he begins. it’s innocent at first, merely brushs of intent into clothed sides.

and then his lips find a tender spot of her neck. a breathy little moan slips past parted lips.

he tugs. she follows, nothing more than putty in his hands. he’ll mold her into whatever he needs and she’ll chase the high he brings.

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[attr="class","hana i"]such a little word finds itself laced with intentions hidden between lines. there’s a shyness to her smile when she meets his eye.

”a detour,” she echoes it softly as if agreeing.

and when he squeezes a little tighter, she flushes a soft shade of pink and mildly digs nails in when she returns it.

”i wouldn’t mind,” and she tilts her head, then. an invitation, perhaps.

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[attr="class","hana i"]his hand is warm, big, rough. and yet, it’s gentle when he wraps fingers around her own and gives a light squeeze. she offers her own in response before idly rubbing little circles into his skkn.

”yes?” comes soft, obedient, submissive.

there’s a shyness when she answers, as if she’s opening up and it’s vulnerable. shadows dance at her feet, back, corners of her eyes. she has to fight off the urge to tuck herself into his side when the wind picks up with a sweeping gust.

”i was heading home,” her head turns and she’s flashing a small smile. ”are you here for the same reason?”

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[attr="class","hana i"]reassurance comes in a nod, in the lingering touch of his fingers.

niko… handsome name for a handsome face. she commits it to what little memory she has left over.

”thank you,” short, sweet, genuine. gratitude drips honey from her lips. it pools at his feet.

the shriek almost seems to echo. she doesn’t quite jump as much this time but her body’s shift toward his own isn’t subtle.

his hand falls after her head bobs against his fingers, no different than a cat seeking an affectionate chin scratch.

and really, maybe she’d stick close even if shadows come alive and branches wind toward her with bony fingers. given the situation, however, she’s about to become a parasite for this man. her hand grabs for his instinctively.

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[attr="class","hana i"]warmth spreads from his touch. the hand at the small of her back keeps her tethered, grounded. and the skin of her face shifts further into pink.

the wind blows, shifts, changes directions. and then, it dies. stillness settles and a crawling skitters down her spine. she shifts closer to him instinctively, searching for warmth, shelter, protection.

and when his finger finds her chin and tilts it up, the look is doe-like. innocent, naive, fragile features showcased in a pink flush.

”you will?” what’s it like to be rescued? what’s it like to be protected? safety is in numbers, in the warmth of his skin. ”hana.”

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[attr="class","hana i"]embarrassment dusts her cheeks and the tips of her ears.

"i'msosorry," comes in a half squeaked jumbled mess. she takes a step closer. it's hesitant, unsure. her hands twitch at her sides.

and before she can ask if his ears are okay, another creature shrieks. it startles her. she jumps and scrambles closer without second guessing that he could be the thing that goes bump in the night.

another shriek makes two and she's flushing a little more when a corviknight is revealed by moonlight.

"no," comes quickly, without thinking. she sighs, swallows, and offers a nervous smile. "yes. do... do you know this place well?" shadows continue to twist and crawl around them.

maybe he can get her out of here alive.

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