[It's better already, he thinks, as she evidently makes a decision. Comes to him with confidence. She's pushing at something, though. A truth that maybe she'd gleaned from his mind, in the tangle and pulse of the connection the spores had strung between them.
He doesn't turn away from it. Chin tipped up by her touch, he meets her eyes steadily.]
It can be.
[Lonely, and miserable. Like grief, a weight and a wound carried forever.
His hands find her hips. Pull her more firmly down over him.]
Unless you know the other person's longing, too. That you'll both find relief, eventually.
Never pegged you as such an optimistic romantic, Takeshi.
[There's a quip to her mouth; a cheeky smile emerging. Her thumb brushes over his bottom lip, and up close, he isn't any less handsome. He's full of angles, emerging fine lines; Takeshi Kovacs is a solid mass of a man, and he's beautiful, and under all of that, he's a terrible, soppy, romantic.
She kisses him, after a moment. It's slow, it's careful. It's the first time she's kissed him with all her wits about her; without the thread of transformation immediate and terrifying. He tastes like a lifetime of cigarettes. He tastes like night cap, like lingering ash, just like the caves. It's grounding, it's lovely. ]
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He doesn't turn away from it. Chin tipped up by her touch, he meets her eyes steadily.]
It can be.
[Lonely, and miserable. Like grief, a weight and a wound carried forever.
His hands find her hips. Pull her more firmly down over him.]
Unless you know the other person's longing, too. That you'll both find relief, eventually.
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[There's a quip to her mouth; a cheeky smile emerging. Her thumb brushes over his bottom lip, and up close, he isn't any less handsome. He's full of angles, emerging fine lines; Takeshi Kovacs is a solid mass of a man, and he's beautiful, and under all of that, he's a terrible, soppy, romantic.
She kisses him, after a moment. It's slow, it's careful. It's the first time she's kissed him with all her wits about her; without the thread of transformation immediate and terrifying. He tastes like a lifetime of cigarettes. He tastes like night cap, like lingering ash, just like the caves. It's grounding, it's lovely. ]