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Yes.

[ But if that's the way things have to be in order for them to undo their pasts, than he'll accept it. ]

But we're not home yet. So we exist to each other now.

[ He takes the bottle and likewise takes a long swig. This will probably be the last of it he has to drink tonight. ]

[Daisy smiles sadly when he points out that they’re not home yet. And that selfish thought crosses her mind again as she watches him drink from the bottle,]

We do.

[She reaches a hand, tentatively placing it on his leg.]

[ The touch is definitely welcome, though he does have a caveat if she's thinking of more. ]

I don't kiss crying women, so are your tears all dried up now?

[That gets a weak but genuine laugh out of her as she leans forward in the chair, closer to him.]

They are.

[And this time she’s not at risk for getting her lips torn apart by his tusks.]

[ Always a plus to not draw blood while making out. He shifts to the edge of the bed to meet her but it still seems too far so he grips the arms of the chair and scoots it with her in it closer to him. ]

Good.

[Not expecting to be pulled closer while sitting in the chair, Daisy’s eyes go wide in surprise. Smiling for the first time in a few days, her eyes fall to his lips again before leaning in to kiss him.

Joel was right about having distractions, but right now? That’s exactly what she needs.]

Edited 2023-02-17 19:12 (UTC)

[ He can't say he minds being used as a distraction. Maybe if he ever needs one someday she'll return the favor. His lips meet hers and it's definitely better now that his mouth is the right shape again. There's no hesitation because there's no risk of injury via tusk so he just goes for it and cups her jaw in his hand. ]

[This was a lot nicer than the first time they kissed, her skin breaking out in goosebumps when he cups her jaw in his warm hand. Touch starved doesn’t even begin to cover how much she needs this, as she reaches up. Fingertips brushing along the side of his jaw as she deepens the kiss.]

[ It doesn't take much to get him wanting more - especially now that they're back in their original forms. His arm snakes around her waist to lift her from the chair and into his lap so he can better touch her body, hand already splaying across the small of her back. ]

[Daisy smiles briefly into the kiss when he picks her up, thighs on either side of waist once she’s situated in his lap. Moving her hand to the base of his neck, her fingers grip the hair at the nape of his neck.]

[ Her lips taste like vodka, which is no surprise. But though he doesn't really care much for the flavor, he's more than happy with her being here right now. And he definitely likes his hair being touched. In fact, he reaches up a hand and strokes hers in return, making a pleased sound into her mouth. ]

[Heat flashes through her body when he strokes her hair, her grip on his hair tightening a little as the kiss becomes more heated. Desperate for an escape from her depression she reaches down with her free hand for the hem of his shirt. Is she rushing this? Maybe a little. Does she care right now? No.]

[ It is pretty fast but he's not the type to mind. As she finds the bottom of his shirt, he pulls back from the kiss a little to help her, giving a short laugh. ]

You're sure?

[Face flushed, Daisy pulls back a bit further to look at him.]

Yeah.

[And even though he’s helping pull his shirt up over his head she asks anyway,]

Are you okay with this?

Yes.

[ In the months he's been here he's never once felt himself slip away or the rage takes over. This isn't something he would have thought possible without a cure, but now he's willing to give in to what he's been missing for a long time. Once the shirt is off he takes it from her and tosses it aside. She's seen him shirtless before and there thankfully aren't any new scars to report. There is, however, the tell tale sign of a healing bruise in its last stage on his ribs. ]

[Smiling when he chucks his shirt across the room, Daisy’s eyes roam over his body, and her smile fades a little at seeing the left over bruising. It at least looks better than it did, and it doesn’t seem to be bothering him. Biting her lower lip, her gaze lifts from his torso, to his lips and then finally meeting his eyes.

One of her hands slides up his bare arm, coming back to rest back at the nape of his neck as she leans in to kiss him again.]

Edited 2023-02-19 01:48 (UTC)

[ She doesn't say anything, which is good because he'd just tell her it's fine and to stop worrying about it. He's endured far worse that a bruise before. Going back to kissing, it's now his turn to slide the hem of her shirt upwards, pushing thumbs underneath to gather the fabric while grazing his skin against hers. ]

[Daisy practically melts into him, it’s been months since she’s been touched like this. Once the shirt is up past her stomach she helps him get it off the rest of the way, pulling away from the kiss just long enough to toss it in the same direction he had thrown his own. She hadn’t put on a bra, having been laying in bed a good portion of the day.]

[ It's impossible to not want to explore her body after so long without this intimacy. Hands roam her back before moving to the front, thumbs sliding along right beneath her breasts. His lips leave hers to press against her jaw and down her neck while every instinct tells him to just flip her down on the mattress immediately. It's hard to ignore such an urge, but he's trying to savor this just a little. ]

[Eyes still closed when his lips trail down her neck, Daisy inhales shakily. Fingers gripping his hair when his lips brush against a particularly sensitive spot on her neck, she pushes her hips against his. She definitely wouldn’t mind if he just flipped her down on the mattress right now.]

[ Joric groans, pants tightening at the feel of her moving against him. He moves up a hand to cup her breast as he becomes completely aroused and as the blood rushes away from his head. So it's a good thing she doesn't mind the two of them moving fast, because he shifts, lifting her up and turning them around to place her down beneath him on the bed. ]

[She’s already seen multiple times just how strong he is, and yet she’s still surprised at how easily and quickly he lifts her as if she weighs nothing. Smiling up at him, Daisy lifts her head to kiss him again as she reaches for the zipper of his pants.]

[ Daisy will find that - much like she was without her bra - he is without his underwear. Maybe one day he'll tell her about the zipper incident, but now is really not the time. It'd be a real mood killer. Suffice to say, she will see that's he's already more than ready for this. ]

[Daisy smiles against his lips as she pushes his pants off of his hips, she’s only able to get them so far down as her arms aren’t nearly as long as they had been just a few days prior.

If he ever decides to tell her about the zipper incident, he’ll have to deal with her laughing hysterically. So it’s a good idea that he keeps that to himself for now.]

Edited 2023-02-19 04:14 (UTC)

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