If you call yourself ugly again, I'm gonna bite you.
[This lightly sullen from what's quickly becoming her hiding place at the crook of his neck, only slightly mollified by the touch at the back of her head, tentative and so gentle but still — but still. He doesn't really get it, does he, why it's important, not quite. Maybe she can explain it better sometime, how every touch is fear and shock and desperate longing all at once. How his is slowly becoming less of that, but she doesn't know how to make it happen faster. This is nice. She asked for it, and even though she startled him, he gave it to her.]
[Threat made, she's quiet for a few heartbeats — his or hers, she's not sure which she's feeling — before peeking out over his shoulder at the opposite wall.]
You don't get it, do you.
[And she does it again, like she can't help herself, turns her head to rub the other cheek along his shoulder before curling back up against his neck. Her voice sounds somewhere between uncertain and embarrassed, although it's hard to know for sure with her face hidden. Without question, it's not a version of her anyone else has seen.]
I don't care about that. I didn't come up here to get in your pants. I don't like you so I can get in your pants. I'm — I came up here, I like you, because you make me — I don't know—
[With a huff of frustration, her claws tighten fractionally in the back of his shirt.]
Just like a person. Just normal, for once. Like I don't have to be perfect all the time to be okay. You don't have to be perfect, either. Actually, you better not be, you'll make me look bad.
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[This lightly sullen from what's quickly becoming her hiding place at the crook of his neck, only slightly mollified by the touch at the back of her head, tentative and so gentle but still — but still. He doesn't really get it, does he, why it's important, not quite. Maybe she can explain it better sometime, how every touch is fear and shock and desperate longing all at once. How his is slowly becoming less of that, but she doesn't know how to make it happen faster. This is nice. She asked for it, and even though she startled him, he gave it to her.]
[Threat made, she's quiet for a few heartbeats — his or hers, she's not sure which she's feeling — before peeking out over his shoulder at the opposite wall.]
You don't get it, do you.
[And she does it again, like she can't help herself, turns her head to rub the other cheek along his shoulder before curling back up against his neck. Her voice sounds somewhere between uncertain and embarrassed, although it's hard to know for sure with her face hidden. Without question, it's not a version of her anyone else has seen.]
I don't care about that. I didn't come up here to get in your pants. I don't like you so I can get in your pants. I'm — I came up here, I like you, because you make me — I don't know—
[With a huff of frustration, her claws tighten fractionally in the back of his shirt.]
Just like a person. Just normal, for once. Like I don't have to be perfect all the time to be okay. You don't have to be perfect, either. Actually, you better not be, you'll make me look bad.