Silly human indeed. Behind all that bluster and posing is a vulnerable and sad little man, one who thinks himself unlovable and irredeemable. Hence it's little wonder that he reacts with shock and sometimes horror when shown love and affection.
The way she keeps saying inside her earns a squeak from him, followed by a soft, needy moan as he sinks against the wall, hands dragging down his face. Does she even realize what she does to him? Is she doing it on purpose just to tease him? ...no, probably not. She's so sweetly naive.]
Jeanne... You haven't had the chance to meet a lot of potential lovers, though. You might find someone better than me. Someone more... worthy.
you've done it now, vanitas. when both hands slam beside his head, they cause some small cracks to spiderweb out from the point of contact. all on accident. stupid brute strength.
if dominique calls her captivating and jeanne responds with calling her babel-class captivating, how do you think she's going to respond to vanitas saying she'll find someone better than him? like this, ]
Better? Worthy? What are those? They don't matter. I don't care. You make me happy! The happiest I've ever been. I feel like myself again. You're the reason I'm trying to love at all. You loved me first.
[ deep. breaths. then, she huffs and crosses her arms. ]
That's enough to get him jumping and staring at her in bewilderment and shock, even though by now he really ought to be used to her vehement reactions to his self-deprecation. Yet somehow it still always takes him by surprise that she's so passionate about extolling his virtues.]
What you deserve...?
[It honestly seems so obvious to him, like she should be able to see what a worthless being he is, and how she could do so much better with some nice vampire gentleman who's kind and selfless and thoughtful. Everything he's not.
When she says that she feels like herself again, he wilts somewhat, giving in to her insistence. Faintly, he smiles, laughing at her huffiness.]
My fault, huh? I guess that means I need to take responsibility for it...
only when he laughs, a bit breathless sounding, does she finally glance at him from the corner of her eye. the tight fold of her arms loosening like the downturn of her frown eases. ]
You do.
[ how quickly he caves is unexpected but not unwelcome. but she's trying not to give in so quickly, herself. to not cozy up to him again like they were before. ]
I would've have continued to live on, believing I didn't deserve love... if it weren't for you.
[ nope. she's already caving, fidgeting in place and shuffling just a centimeter closer. ]
Again, he can't help reaching out to comb his fingers through her hair, brushing it back from her face. She's so pretty when she's pouty, but her smile is always even more radiant.]
Well, we couldn't have that, now could we? You're worthy of that and so much more, Jeanne.
[It's only because it's her that he folds so quickly; he can't bear to see her upset. It hurts whatever little, bitter, shriveled up piece of his heart remains.]
I said it before, and I'll say it again. I love you, and I'll make all your dreams come true.
[Even if it means challenging his own beliefs and self-perceptions. So he welcomes her back with open arms, tugging her close to brush his lips over hers.]
that feels so nice. if she were actually some sort of jungle cat, she would be purring and nudging at his hand for more. they'll have to settle for jeanne's eyes closing in contentment and leaning into it with a soft smile tugging at her mouth. gone is pouting jeanne.
they talked about this in the little town before the beach and her belief in it remains the same. if vanitas thinks she - a murderer and a monster - is worthy of it, she's inclined to believe vanitas is even more worthy.
more than that, it's always his "I love you"s that make her stumble the most. that fill her face with surprise before a blush is quick to follow. it's not fair that he can say it and she can't without scaring him off. maybe she can get around it. what's similar...?
it's said against his mouth, with her body leaned into his, when she finds it: ]
[Cute as pouting Jeanne is, he's much more pleased to see happy Jeanne back in full force. She deserves this, even if she doesn't deserve to be saddled with him. But that's apparently only his opinion, so he'll just have to reconcile his own thoughts and feelings with hers.
This time, though, he won't protest his own worth. Because he knows she would only get enraged and upset.
He blinks a bit at her admission, but finally smiles, eyes warm and clearly touched by her consideration of his feelings, dumb as his hangups are. His hand rubs up her spine, hoping to be soothing.]
That's... actually really nice to hear.
[It doesn't frighten him so much, doesn't make his skin crawl and him want to panic out of horror. Adoration is something different. Even if he knows she loves him, too. Otherwise they wouldn't have done the deed together.]
[ such a reaction is the best case scenario!? anything besides him being horrified and running off. or giving her that look of contempt and disgust as he did when she was only faking being in love with him.
it's "nice to hear." might be the best response, actually.
after this, she'll have to find a book with every word that is as close to "love" as she can get. right now, she can only think of a few. the soothing motion of his hand is reassuring, yet jeanne she presses on in the hopes of truly expressing herself. ]
I cherish you. Um. Um. You're dear to me.
[ anything to keep that warm, darling, practically content expression on his face. anything so he can know, without a doubt, that she holds very special feelings for him. as if he didn't already know from what they've done. or the things she's already said. vanitas isn't stupid. he can read between the lines.
[He's growing and changing, little by little, bit by bit. While he may not yet really believe he's worth her love or anything, at least he's accepting her words of affection. That's progress, however slight.
He blinks a bit at her insistence on conveying her feelings in even more words, but finds it simply charming rather that off-putting. Maybe he's just been conditioned to loathe the word "love" due to the heavy connotations and associations that come with it.]
Jeanne... Do you... just want to say it?
[He knows she's tap dancing around it, out of respect for him. But if saying that would make her happy, then maybe... just maybe he can handle it. For her sake. So he leans in, eyes fixed on her and lips closing in to brush lightly over hers, teasing the promise of something more.]
[ that is better than nothing. better than vanitas saying that the reason he loves her is because she'll never love him in return. the bar was on the ground. ]
...
[ YES, SHE WANTS TO. more than that however, she doesn't want to ruin this!! she doesn't want him to stop kissing her because she said "I love you" with all of her heart and soul. those blue eyes are so close to her undoing, so she closes hers tight. ]
N-no. I-I don't know what you're talking about. [ bad liar. it's said with some strain until his kiss makes the tension bleed out of her. then, she's the one doing the happy sighing into his mouth. ]
[Hell, he dug low to place the bar, honestly. But now it's being raised, inch by inch, to a more acceptable level.
At her refusal to admit as much, his brows raise, eyes widening slightly. He would've thought she'd take any opportunity to say those three little words, given how affectionate she's being. Does she not want to...? Is that not what she feels...? It's baffling to say the least.
But at the same time, he doesn't want to pressure her into saying something she might regret, so instead he merely hums softly, eyes drifting downwards as he leans in a little more.]
Alright then... If you say so. [So he'll just focus on kissing her sweetly for the time being. Maybe that will get her to feel comfortable enough to be honest with not only him, but herself as well.]
[ normally, yes. she'd say those three little words without any hesitation. it's obvious to the deaf and the blind that jeanne is madly in love with him.
it's something else entirely. that something else being her fear he'll pull away from her once he figures out the truth. just like she was told. dominique warned her if vanitas ever found out about her feelings, it wouldn't end well. a man like that is twisted and hopeless.
the only way she'd regret saying she loved him is if vanitas hated her for it.
since her eyes are closed, the only way she realizes he's getting closer is the louder beat of his pulse. the proximity of his hum and the warmth of his breath on her lips, moments before he kisses her.
... or she would regret not telling him at all. he's so understanding, so gentle, and it drives her crazy. it'd be easier not to tell him if he was demanding and rough, but he hasn't been in a long time. like he is making up for their first meeting. ]
I-I do. I-I say so. Nothing else. [ said against his mouth. between each kiss. every word revealing that her resolve is falling apart, piece by piece. ] Just that... I adore you, so much...
[Truthfully, it's not an unfounded fear for her to have. He's done it before, fretting and panicking and becoming ill for ten days when she so much as expressed her affection for him.
Though he could never hate her, especially not for loving him. Although he could very easily become terrified to the point of fleeing. THAT is a very real possibility for one as messed up as him. But hate? No, never. He does love her, after all, in his own weird, admittedly twisted way.
Once their lips touch, he sighs in relief almost, capturing her in a firm but still soft kiss. It's slow and sweet and nothing at all like his first forced kiss. Everything about it is different, except perhaps the taste of him.
For he is trying to make up for past mistakes, for being callous and rude and a brute. The monster that he knows he is. Or thinks he is.]
Mmm... M'kay. I trust you and your judgement. [He breathes against her lips, stealing a tender kiss now and then, all the while knowing she's likely struggling against his ministrations.] I adore you too, you know...
[ nothing at all like the kiss he forced on her. except the one (two) thing consistent is the passion from vanitas. more... composed? but there. hers is being kept behind a dam, stemming the flood that wants to burst forth and drag them downstream.
(and the taste, too. both his and hers. that's the same.)
jeanne, ultimately, can't stop her knees from getting weak. as if they haven't had sex and done so much more than kiss a bit. this hardly qualifies under making out. even how he talks into it makes it better. the meaning of those words? not so much.
indeed, she is struggling. visibly. quivering and tense like a spring. clenching her fists on his chest. chasing his mouth when he pulls away so she's closer. chest flush to his. ]
[And honestly, he wants to drown in her stream of affection and love. It would be a good way to go, being blessed with her own passion. But this is good, too, especially since she tastes just as sweet as always.
Thankfully he's here to help hold her up, arms wrapping around her to keep her close as they lean against the cracked wall. Tht's a problem for later, after all. Right now, all that exists in this world is the two of them. Everything else is trivial and far away.
The way she chases after him earns a knowing smile, slightly teasing but still full of love. Bumping noses, he kisses her again and again, soft and sweet little pecks that probably don't satisfy, but share his feelings all the same.]
Hmmmm...? [He hums encouragingly, bumping foreheads with her as he gazes into her eyes.]
[ it's true. she's completely forgotten about the wall since vanitas has kissed her. everything but how his mouth feels against hers. or the rhythm of his breathing. the warmth and safety of his arms around her waist. the shape the curve his mouth makes when he s-smiles against her lips.
(that drives her a little mad)
they don't. they don't satisfy her completely. they keep her on the edge, they keep her leaning into him, they keep her pursuing his mouth and his smile as her hands bundle up into tight fists on his chest and her breathing grows more harsh.
louder over the sound of their lips making soft smacks. from vanitas connecting and disconnecting her to him, over and over, so a tiny whine catches in her throat. ]
Reallyreallyreally... really, r-really l- [ almost slipped up. it's those blue eyes breaking her thoughts or the nudge of his forehead. or just vanitas, as he is, warm and so loving in his entirety. ] A-adore. Adore you.
[No surprise that the poor wall has been forgotten by a pair of lovers so keen on each other. So fixated on one another's bodily responses and kisses and everything, really.
He finds her reactions so deliciously tantalizing, from the way she fists her hands upon him to the chase of his lips for more kisses. She's just as desperate as him, if not more so, actually. It's terribly sweet, heh.
Once her whine pierces the air, he shivers with delight, hugging her that much more to himself as he moves down to kiss her neck.]
Mmhmm... You can say it, you know... [Even if it might make his skin crawl with fear, if she wants to say it, he won't stop her. He longs for her happiness, after all. Moving back up to her lips, they bump foreheads again.] I adore you, too...
[ wall-chan, she will fix you later. vanitas is taking all of her attention. demanding it, actually, every time he pulls away from her and his lips twitch with a smile he probably thinks he's hiding.
or doesn't care that he's not hiding it at all.
jeanne can't hide a damn thing. not her love for him and not how her legs grow weak as he trails his kissing down to her throat. it moves with the thickness of her swallow. working down nerves.
can she say it? n-no, she's not supposed to. she can't, if it'll scare him. she can't lose him. with her stress, her breathing isn't just rushed from him kissing her. it's from her own fear. a fusion of anxiety and arousal and her love settling in her stomach.
clenching her eyes shut, she shakes her head back and forth and holds him tighter. ]
[Just another reason Orlok isn't going to be happy with him, even if it was Jeanne's strength that did it. He certainly believes he's being stoic, though it's completely blatant that he's smiling happily.
He feels her tremble, starting from the legs and working their way up until she's like a leaf fluttering in his arms. Yet he holds onto her tight, unwilling to let her go and be free to float away.
She's his, after all. His first love, his current lover, and hopefully to be his last. He doesn't think there's anything that could deter him anymore, not even the dreaded L-word from her. Because... he adores her. Treasures her like no other. She is special in every way. From her fierceness when fighting him to her soft, shy affections, he loves every aspect of her.
And so he kisses her again and again, on the neck, the jaw, cheek and chin. And finally the lips, capturing them and preventing any words from immediately coming out. Until they both need breath.]
...nothing. It's fine. [He won't push anymore. He'll let her keep her peace.]
[ as if she would float away when she could be in his arms like this. when he's kissing her over and over, all over, like he loves her. every spot he leaves warm and cherished and her, desperate for him to kiss her more. normally, she would just grab him by the face and do it herself but-
but she did all that the other night. their first time together. maybe vanitas wants something else, so she lets him decide their pacing despite her body vibrating with the need to do it all herself. having him inundate her with his affections, how he wants to express them, is better than anything she could do.
and that final kiss? worth waiting for. she melts against him a little more, sagging against his body with a breathy sigh. before she knows it, ]
[If she floats away, he only hopes to go with her, heh. Though if it's merely the sensation she gets, that's fine. He can handle that, because he, too, feels blissfully lightheaded and pleasant. So he kisses her over and over again, until capturing her lips for a solid and thorough smooch.
Yet her apology comes as a surprise, leaving him looking bewildered and confused. She has nothing to apologize for in his eyes. If anything, she's being smart by not saying that accursed word which so frequently puts him off and scares him. So he takes her face in his hands, cradling her cheeks as he presses against her, pinning her in place.]
[ jeanne's first instinct is to fight him off and pin him down. instead, she doesn't. all this practice with her self-control today, with not throwing him down on the bed and climbing on top of him has prepared her to stay still and, if anything, somewhat enjoy being on the other side.
she always thought she needed to be in charge. to do everything. to take care of vanitas. to stay alert. ]
I want to say it, but I... I can't. Lady Dominique told me you hated it. And, that one time, on our date... your face...
[Ironic then that he would be perfectly happy having her pin him down and have her way with him, honestly. But then, he's content just being together with her, with sharing kisses and body warmth by nuzzling up against one another. It's... nice, really.
But he also likes being able to do things for her, even if it's just guide her through the motions for their makeout sessions. It makes him feel in control and not like some helpless child.
At her words, though, he rests a hand upon her cheeks, lifting her face to meet his so they can kiss softly.]
...I know. It frightened me. I'll admit that much. But... I wouldn't hate you for saying it. Never. I just... might not be able to believe it.
[ any time with vanitas is happy time in her mind, too. being able to show him affection, how much she loves him in the only way she knows how. physically. sometimes, with stuttered and expressed feelings. by protecting him and never thinking badly of him.
this is much softer between them. this is like their moment in the cabin where they shared body heat.
every kiss chases away her uncertainties, bit by bit. so that those three words sit, waiting (im)patiently to be used. ]
But I would mean it! I really would, this time!! Unlike our date...!
[ grabbing his hands on her face and leaning in close to EMPHASIZE HER POINT. ]
[It's too much oftentimes, more than a wretched being like him deserves. That's the main thing that goes through his mind when they're together: that someone like him doesn't deserve a wonderful woman like Jeanne. Not her kindness, nor her compassion, and certainly not her love.
Even if he eats up every kiss and bite and the warmth of her body pressed against his.
He trembles at little at her admitting as much, that she would mean those three little magic, frightening words. His grip on her tightens, and he leans in to rest their foreheads together.]
...did you enjoy it?
[He asks softly, carefully. Curiosity burning within him.]
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*gives u a cupcake* 🧁
Silly human indeed. Behind all that bluster and posing is a vulnerable and sad little man, one who thinks himself unlovable and irredeemable. Hence it's little wonder that he reacts with shock and sometimes horror when shown love and affection.
The way she keeps saying inside her earns a squeak from him, followed by a soft, needy moan as he sinks against the wall, hands dragging down his face. Does she even realize what she does to him? Is she doing it on purpose just to tease him? ...no, probably not. She's so sweetly naive.]
Jeanne... You haven't had the chance to meet a lot of potential lovers, though. You might find someone better than me. Someone more... worthy.
[Meanwhile, over here, PATHETIC.]
shoves it into my face
you've done it now, vanitas. when both hands slam beside his head, they cause some small cracks to spiderweb out from the point of contact. all on accident. stupid brute strength.
if dominique calls her captivating and jeanne responds with calling her babel-class captivating, how do you think she's going to respond to vanitas saying she'll find someone better than him? like this, ]
Better? Worthy? What are those? They don't matter. I don't care. You make me happy! The happiest I've ever been. I feel like myself again. You're the reason I'm trying to love at all. You loved me first.
[ deep. breaths. then, she huffs and crosses her arms. ]
Honestly, it's your fault I'm like this.
om nom nom~
That's enough to get him jumping and staring at her in bewilderment and shock, even though by now he really ought to be used to her vehement reactions to his self-deprecation. Yet somehow it still always takes him by surprise that she's so passionate about extolling his virtues.]
What you deserve...?
[It honestly seems so obvious to him, like she should be able to see what a worthless being he is, and how she could do so much better with some nice vampire gentleman who's kind and selfless and thoughtful. Everything he's not.
When she says that she feels like herself again, he wilts somewhat, giving in to her insistence. Faintly, he smiles, laughing at her huffiness.]
My fault, huh? I guess that means I need to take responsibility for it...
frosting all over mah faec
only when he laughs, a bit breathless sounding, does she finally glance at him from the corner of her eye. the tight fold of her arms loosening like the downturn of her frown eases. ]
You do.
[ how quickly he caves is unexpected but not unwelcome. but she's trying not to give in so quickly, herself. to not cozy up to him again like they were before. ]
I would've have continued to live on, believing I didn't deserve love... if it weren't for you.
[ nope. she's already caving, fidgeting in place and shuffling just a centimeter closer. ]
kisses it off >3<
Again, he can't help reaching out to comb his fingers through her hair, brushing it back from her face. She's so pretty when she's pouty, but her smile is always even more radiant.]
Well, we couldn't have that, now could we? You're worthy of that and so much more, Jeanne.
[It's only because it's her that he folds so quickly; he can't bear to see her upset. It hurts whatever little, bitter, shriveled up piece of his heart remains.]
I said it before, and I'll say it again. I love you, and I'll make all your dreams come true.
[Even if it means challenging his own beliefs and self-perceptions. So he welcomes her back with open arms, tugging her close to brush his lips over hers.]
kyaaaaaaaaaaaa 😚😚
that feels so nice. if she were actually some sort of jungle cat, she would be purring and nudging at his hand for more. they'll have to settle for jeanne's eyes closing in contentment and leaning into it with a soft smile tugging at her mouth. gone is pouting jeanne.
they talked about this in the little town before the beach and her belief in it remains the same. if vanitas thinks she - a murderer and a monster - is worthy of it, she's inclined to believe vanitas is even more worthy.
more than that, it's always his "I love you"s that make her stumble the most. that fill her face with surprise before a blush is quick to follow. it's not fair that he can say it and she can't without scaring him off. maybe she can get around it. what's similar...?
it's said against his mouth, with her body leaned into his, when she finds it: ]
I... adore you.
chuchu baby chuchu 😚😚
This time, though, he won't protest his own worth. Because he knows she would only get enraged and upset.
He blinks a bit at her admission, but finally smiles, eyes warm and clearly touched by her consideration of his feelings, dumb as his hangups are. His hand rubs up her spine, hoping to be soothing.]
That's... actually really nice to hear.
[It doesn't frighten him so much, doesn't make his skin crawl and him want to panic out of horror. Adoration is something different. Even if he knows she loves him, too. Otherwise they wouldn't have done the deed together.]
i've been chuchuuu'd 👁️🫦👁️
it's "nice to hear." might be the best response, actually.
after this, she'll have to find a book with every word that is as close to "love" as she can get. right now, she can only think of a few. the soothing motion of his hand is reassuring, yet jeanne she presses on in the hopes of truly expressing herself. ]
I cherish you. Um. Um. You're dear to me.
[ anything to keep that warm, darling, practically content expression on his face. anything so he can know, without a doubt, that she holds very special feelings for him. as if he didn't already know from what they've done. or the things she's already said. vanitas isn't stupid. he can read between the lines.
the problem lay in believing it. ]
asdfgh the face returns
He blinks a bit at her insistence on conveying her feelings in even more words, but finds it simply charming rather that off-putting. Maybe he's just been conditioned to loathe the word "love" due to the heavy connotations and associations that come with it.]
Jeanne... Do you... just want to say it?
[He knows she's tap dancing around it, out of respect for him. But if saying that would make her happy, then maybe... just maybe he can handle it. For her sake. So he leans in, eyes fixed on her and lips closing in to brush lightly over hers, teasing the promise of something more.]
it never left 😈
...
[ YES, SHE WANTS TO. more than that however, she doesn't want to ruin this!! she doesn't want him to stop kissing her because she said "I love you" with all of her heart and soul. those blue eyes are so close to her undoing, so she closes hers tight. ]
N-no. I-I don't know what you're talking about. [ bad liar. it's said with some strain until his kiss makes the tension bleed out of her. then, she's the one doing the happy sighing into his mouth. ]
WEEPS
At her refusal to admit as much, his brows raise, eyes widening slightly. He would've thought she'd take any opportunity to say those three little words, given how affectionate she's being. Does she not want to...? Is that not what she feels...? It's baffling to say the least.
But at the same time, he doesn't want to pressure her into saying something she might regret, so instead he merely hums softly, eyes drifting downwards as he leans in a little more.]
Alright then... If you say so. [So he'll just focus on kissing her sweetly for the time being. Maybe that will get her to feel comfortable enough to be honest with not only him, but herself as well.]
it's been waiting.... IN THE CORNERs
it's something else entirely. that something else being her fear he'll pull away from her once he figures out the truth. just like she was told. dominique warned her if vanitas ever found out about her feelings, it wouldn't end well. a man like that is twisted and hopeless.
the only way she'd regret saying she loved him is if vanitas hated her for it.
since her eyes are closed, the only way she realizes he's getting closer is the louder beat of his pulse. the proximity of his hum and the warmth of his breath on her lips, moments before he kisses her.
... or she would regret not telling him at all. he's so understanding, so gentle, and it drives her crazy. it'd be easier not to tell him if he was demanding and rough, but he hasn't been in a long time. like he is making up for their first meeting. ]
I-I do. I-I say so. Nothing else. [ said against his mouth. between each kiss. every word revealing that her resolve is falling apart, piece by piece. ] Just that... I adore you, so much...
LURKING IN THE SHADOWS
Though he could never hate her, especially not for loving him. Although he could very easily become terrified to the point of fleeing. THAT is a very real possibility for one as messed up as him. But hate? No, never. He does love her, after all, in his own weird, admittedly twisted way.
Once their lips touch, he sighs in relief almost, capturing her in a firm but still soft kiss. It's slow and sweet and nothing at all like his first forced kiss. Everything about it is different, except perhaps the taste of him.
For he is trying to make up for past mistakes, for being callous and rude and a brute. The monster that he knows he is. Or thinks he is.]
Mmm... M'kay. I trust you and your judgement. [He breathes against her lips, stealing a tender kiss now and then, all the while knowing she's likely struggling against his ministrations.] I adore you too, you know...
"PSPSPSPSPS LOOK OVER HERE"
(and the taste, too. both his and hers. that's the same.)
jeanne, ultimately, can't stop her knees from getting weak. as if they haven't had sex and done so much more than kiss a bit. this hardly qualifies under making out. even how he talks into it makes it better. the meaning of those words? not so much.
indeed, she is struggling. visibly. quivering and tense like a spring. clenching her fists on his chest. chasing his mouth when he pulls away so she's closer. chest flush to his. ]
I really, really, really, reallyreallyreally -
https://bleude.dreamwidth.org/file/36557.png LOL
Thankfully he's here to help hold her up, arms wrapping around her to keep her close as they lean against the cracked wall. Tht's a problem for later, after all. Right now, all that exists in this world is the two of them. Everything else is trivial and far away.
The way she chases after him earns a knowing smile, slightly teasing but still full of love. Bumping noses, he kisses her again and again, soft and sweet little pecks that probably don't satisfy, but share his feelings all the same.]
Hmmmm...? [He hums encouragingly, bumping foreheads with her as he gazes into her eyes.]
LMFAo THE DIFFERENCE WITH THE ICON
(that drives her a little mad)
they don't. they don't satisfy her completely. they keep her on the edge, they keep her leaning into him, they keep her pursuing his mouth and his smile as her hands bundle up into tight fists on his chest and her breathing grows more harsh.
louder over the sound of their lips making soft smacks. from vanitas connecting and disconnecting her to him, over and over, so a tiny whine catches in her throat. ]
Reallyreallyreally... really, r-really l- [ almost slipped up. it's those blue eyes breaking her thoughts or the nudge of his forehead. or just vanitas, as he is, warm and so loving in his entirety. ] A-adore. Adore you.
crazy ain't it hahaha
He finds her reactions so deliciously tantalizing, from the way she fists her hands upon him to the chase of his lips for more kisses. She's just as desperate as him, if not more so, actually. It's terribly sweet, heh.
Once her whine pierces the air, he shivers with delight, hugging her that much more to himself as he moves down to kiss her neck.]
Mmhmm... You can say it, you know... [Even if it might make his skin crawl with fear, if she wants to say it, he won't stop her. He longs for her happiness, after all. Moving back up to her lips, they bump foreheads again.] I adore you, too...
what's crazy is i got BASKETBALL CAPTCHA
or doesn't care that he's not hiding it at all.
jeanne can't hide a damn thing. not her love for him and not how her legs grow weak as he trails his kissing down to her throat. it moves with the thickness of her swallow. working down nerves.
can she say it? n-no, she's not supposed to. she can't, if it'll scare him. she can't lose him. with her stress, her breathing isn't just rushed from him kissing her. it's from her own fear. a fusion of anxiety and arousal and her love settling in her stomach.
clenching her eyes shut, she shakes her head back and forth and holds him tighter. ]
S-say wh-what? I, I don't know what you mean.
LMAOOO that's just silly
He feels her tremble, starting from the legs and working their way up until she's like a leaf fluttering in his arms. Yet he holds onto her tight, unwilling to let her go and be free to float away.
She's his, after all. His first love, his current lover, and hopefully to be his last. He doesn't think there's anything that could deter him anymore, not even the dreaded L-word from her. Because... he adores her. Treasures her like no other. She is special in every way. From her fierceness when fighting him to her soft, shy affections, he loves every aspect of her.
And so he kisses her again and again, on the neck, the jaw, cheek and chin. And finally the lips, capturing them and preventing any words from immediately coming out. Until they both need breath.]
...nothing. It's fine. [He won't push anymore. He'll let her keep her peace.]
WHAT ARE THESE NEW CAPTCHAS!!! I'M OLD
but she did all that the other night. their first time together. maybe vanitas wants something else, so she lets him decide their pacing despite her body vibrating with the need to do it all herself. having him inundate her with his affections, how he wants to express them, is better than anything she could do.
and that final kiss? worth waiting for. she melts against him a little more, sagging against his body with a breathy sigh. before she knows it, ]
I'm sorry -
HAHA... VINTAGE CAPTCHAS PLZ.......
Yet her apology comes as a surprise, leaving him looking bewildered and confused. She has nothing to apologize for in his eyes. If anything, she's being smart by not saying that accursed word which so frequently puts him off and scares him. So he takes her face in his hands, cradling her cheeks as he presses against her, pinning her in place.]
What for?
I MISS THE MATH
she always thought she needed to be in charge. to do everything. to take care of vanitas. to stay alert. ]
I want to say it, but I... I can't. Lady Dominique told me you hated it. And, that one time, on our date... your face...
NO MATH 4 U
But he also likes being able to do things for her, even if it's just guide her through the motions for their makeout sessions. It makes him feel in control and not like some helpless child.
At her words, though, he rests a hand upon her cheeks, lifting her face to meet his so they can kiss softly.]
...I know. It frightened me. I'll admit that much. But... I wouldn't hate you for saying it. Never. I just... might not be able to believe it.
BWEASE
this is much softer between them. this is like their moment in the cabin where they shared body heat.
every kiss chases away her uncertainties, bit by bit. so that those three words sit, waiting (im)patiently to be used. ]
But I would mean it! I really would, this time!! Unlike our date...!
[ grabbing his hands on her face and leaning in close to EMPHASIZE HER POINT. ]
But, even then... that date was...
WATCH THEM GIVE ME THE MATH ONES SOB
Even if he eats up every kiss and bite and the warmth of her body pressed against his.
He trembles at little at her admitting as much, that she would mean those three little magic, frightening words. His grip on her tightens, and he leans in to rest their foreheads together.]
...did you enjoy it?
[He asks softly, carefully. Curiosity burning within him.]
NOOOOOOOOOOO MEEeee
YOU CAN HAVE THEM I DON'T WANT EM
WE CAN TRADE U GET BASKETBALL
YAAAAY SPORTS :V
SPORTSBAWL
BETTER THAN A SPORTBRA??
NO THOSE ARE USEFUL
TRU DAT
honestly should've saved this convo for game but HHH THEy