[ Especially now that she's determined after that little slip he just had. There are bound to be more of those in his future, and the way he handles them will affect every other part of his life here, whether he likes it or not. She knows what that's like, and she can't let him face it alone. ]
I'll go speak with them. But first...
[ La'an hesitates for only a moment before leaning over to press her lips to his in a soft, simple kiss. It's awkward, she can't balance any of her weight on her hands, but she manages, years of physical training preparing her for just this occasion. ]
[ His lips part, right before he reaches up to curve a hand at the back of her head. He can't quite keep his kiss soft and gentle, not when he'd almost died, not when she'd risked everything to save him. And he's always been a man happy to let his passions sweep him – and everyone around him – away without warning.
His hand at the back of her head is gentle but firm as he pushes up into her kiss – only to fall back with a pained, exasperated groan as his chest sharply reminds him why that wasn't a good idea. ]
[ For those too brief moments after his hand holds the back of her head, she's tempted to throw caution out the proverbial window and give in to the kiss she really wants from him, passionate and desperate and full of emotions she doesn't yet have words for. But then she hears that groan and feels the way he falls back that little bit in obvious pain and she sighs heavily. ]
If you make your injury worse, they won't let me steal you away from here. [ She tries to make it come out in a gentle teasing tone, but there's something in the words that's almost pleading with him to listen. To stay put and not do anything reckless until he's back in one whole piece again. ]
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[ Especially now that she's determined after that little slip he just had. There are bound to be more of those in his future, and the way he handles them will affect every other part of his life here, whether he likes it or not. She knows what that's like, and she can't let him face it alone. ]
I'll go speak with them. But first...
[ La'an hesitates for only a moment before leaning over to press her lips to his in a soft, simple kiss. It's awkward, she can't balance any of her weight on her hands, but she manages, years of physical training preparing her for just this occasion. ]
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His hand at the back of her head is gentle but firm as he pushes up into her kiss – only to fall back with a pained, exasperated groan as his chest sharply reminds him why that wasn't a good idea. ]
Damn.
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If you make your injury worse, they won't let me steal you away from here. [ She tries to make it come out in a gentle teasing tone, but there's something in the words that's almost pleading with him to listen. To stay put and not do anything reckless until he's back in one whole piece again. ]