[To call the kiss distracting would be an understatement; he feels heavy, nearly unresistant as she pushes him back, his head tilting up to meet her. His hands slip between them to brush over her sides, finding bare skin just as soft and pliant as Pyra's. Her hair hangs down in waves, another sensation he's unused to, tickling where it catches bare skin. The grass under him is warm from the sun, and it would be so easy to lose himself in this for a while, kissing her, learning the shape and feel of her body as he'd done with her other self, experimenting how they move together, how she kisses him and touches him, and-
-hang on.]
W-wait, [he manages between one of the long, lingering kisses, his hands going to her arms to halt the next contact, eyes wide and lips gone red. How long's it even been?] This is- you're cheating. [He can't tell if she wants this or if it's an excellent distraction from the truly unhappy topics they'd been getting into. Maybe both? He sure hopes it's at least both.] We're- we're supposed to- I came here for a reason.
[ ...Actually, scratch that doubt, he can tell she wants it. But his point stands!]
no subject
-hang on.]
W-wait, [he manages between one of the long, lingering kisses, his hands going to her arms to halt the next contact, eyes wide and lips gone red. How long's it even been?] This is- you're cheating. [He can't tell if she wants this or if it's an excellent distraction from the truly unhappy topics they'd been getting into. Maybe both? He sure hopes it's at least both.] We're- we're supposed to- I came here for a reason.
[ ...Actually, scratch that doubt, he can tell she wants it. But his point stands!]