[ every time he says it like that, whispered and just for her, she can't help but forgive things like chaotic mistletoe. or whatever else that she sighs at tiredly and fights the jealousy that begs her to march over, grab yato's ear, and bodily drag him away from anyone and everyone.
even though it's not REALLY his fault. trouble is drawn to him like a magnet. she'd bet that she's not the only one who has realized that by now.
whatever she can reach she presses her mouth to. in this case, along his jawline. he might be surprised that she's not taking being slow because she wants to but she thinks yato needs it. to be shown this. what he said about
terrible taste, especially. he needs to be shown that he is loved, that he's appreciated. that everything he did tonight won't be something she will easily forget. not again. if her taking it slow and brushing her lips along his face and body doesn't do it. ]
I love you.
[ maybe hiyori's honest and unhesitant reply will help him along.
leaning into his throat, she presses her lips lightly to his pulse and starts unbuckling his belt too with assured but idle motions. her fingers dance along the edge of it, following it as it wraps around his hips to his lower back. ]
More than exercise. [ a small smile. ] More than anything.
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even though it's not REALLY his fault. trouble is drawn to him like a magnet. she'd bet that she's not the only one who has realized that by now.
whatever she can reach she presses her mouth to. in this case, along his jawline. he might be surprised that she's not taking being slow because she wants to but she thinks yato needs it. to be shown this. what he said about
terrible taste, especially. he needs to be shown that he is loved, that he's appreciated. that everything he did tonight won't be something she will easily forget. not again. if her taking it slow and brushing her lips along his face and body doesn't do it. ]
I love you.
[ maybe hiyori's honest and unhesitant reply will help him along.
leaning into his throat, she presses her lips lightly to his pulse and starts unbuckling his belt too with assured but idle motions. her fingers dance along the edge of it, following it as it wraps around his hips to his lower back. ]
More than exercise. [ a small smile. ] More than anything.