( He was doing his best not to break down in front of her, entirely. Arms gripping Iri's lithe frame to steady himself, clenching his jaw to to muffle himself from outright sobbing. He doesn't know how to-- or if he even wanted to tell her: about the Grail's vision, or the utter failure of his pursuit.
No, he wanted to retreat, to forget it all. Of course he did. And in an attempt to make it up to her-- broken mess that he was, he leans his head forward, only their noses touching at first, before brushing his lips against Iri's own, pulling her into a soft kiss. )
[Ah, and there it is. The pain of being here alone for a matter of months, plus the feeling of losing her just before that, all hidden behind his usual facade of cold calm. Her arms move up to hold him around the shoulders, planning to pull him in so he can let it all out.
He, however, has other ideas. And honestly, she's not going to object to a more passionate reunion for the two of them. When he brings his lips to hers, she moves one of her arms away from his shoulders to caress his face, a low hum echoing into the kiss.]
( It was always so breathtaking, so enchanting how easily they could fall into one another's arms. The way Iri's touch could melt away his pain, his heartache, his sins, as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Kiritsugu's lips practically meld into Irisviel's own, as he slips his tongue past her teeth; his head feeling oddly weightless. His hands hover over her shoulders, toying with one of the straps of her dress. Though he doesn't seem too concerned with removing it, for now. Happy to bask in her warmth, her touch to guide her down against the bed and feel their bodies mold against one another's. It was strange to realize how much he needed her. Much like a fish needed water to survive. )
[It feels like he was starving for her as his lips meld into hers and his arms grip her close. A couple months apart and already he was so desperate... It is, in its own way, kind of sweet. And it isn't like she hadn't been hit over the head with relief to discover he was here with her, either.
Her hands run over him, not with any particular goal in mind beyond just touching him until she feels him go for her dress straps. They move around to his chest, then, pressing against the broad, firm body, near the buttons that held on the only thing between his skin and her touch. She didn't rush any more than he did, though, letting him lay her out of the bed, the softness cradling her. Yes, they had a lot more to do with each other, but for the moment this alone just felt wonderful.]
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[After all the effort he put into just getting her to think of herself as an actual person, it would be outright absurd to.
To say nothing of everything else they've been through together.]
Sorry for the dely, I got busy. kdfsjhgjkdf
No, he wanted to retreat, to forget it all. Of course he did. And in an attempt to make it up to her-- broken mess that he was, he leans his head forward, only their noses touching at first, before brushing his lips against Iri's own, pulling her into a soft kiss. )
Same.
He, however, has other ideas. And honestly, she's not going to object to a more passionate reunion for the two of them. When he brings his lips to hers, she moves one of her arms away from his shoulders to caress his face, a low hum echoing into the kiss.]
And now I am become death, destroyer of back.
Kiritsugu's lips practically meld into Irisviel's own, as he slips his tongue past her teeth; his head feeling oddly weightless. His hands hover over her shoulders, toying with one of the straps of her dress. Though he doesn't seem too concerned with removing it, for now. Happy to bask in her warmth, her touch to guide her down against the bed and feel their bodies mold against one another's. It was strange to realize how much he needed her. Much like a fish needed water to survive. )
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Her hands run over him, not with any particular goal in mind beyond just touching him until she feels him go for her dress straps. They move around to his chest, then, pressing against the broad, firm body, near the buttons that held on the only thing between his skin and her touch. She didn't rush any more than he did, though, letting him lay her out of the bed, the softness cradling her. Yes, they had a lot more to do with each other, but for the moment this alone just felt wonderful.]