[Never in his wildest imagination could he of placed himself here with Ayaka in a pool with her clinging to him so closely. He wouldn't let such thoughts cross his mind, knowing his place within the Kamisato clan and respecting both Ayaka and Ayato. They were close friends, sure, but at the same time there was a line he didn't dare to cross.
A line that he can feel blur, his mind having fallen completely to the spell of the drinks they'd had and Ayaka's own body language that pulls him towards her in a way that he didn't even think would or could be allowed.
Thoma really doesn't know what overcomes him in this moment, whether it be the look of longing and need on his lady's face, or his own desires bubbling to the surface. All he knows is that Ayaka seems to want the same thing he does, and the comfort of realizing that allows the housekeeper to give into the haze that tells him to indulge in himself, and her. He holds her tightly to him, his head moving to meet her own. A moment that seems to take forever, and yet doesn't seem long enough.
He finds his head tilting to the side to give himself better access, his lips slowly capturing hers in a brief and hesitant kiss. He can taste the strawberry of her drinks upon them, feeling intoxicated from that alone, feeling a need to continue growing inside of him. But the housekeeper keeps himself from indulging any further, breaking from her in what feels like far too soon to gaze back at Ayaka with heavily lidded eyes, taking in the full sight of her every feature. The curve of her cheeks, her cute nose, the gentleness of her blue eyes, her full lips that he's just caressed.]
I...that...
[It hasn't fully hit him what he'd just done, face still hovering close.]
...that was really nice, [he admits, the words falling out, desire winning out over his logic no thanks to some magic drinks. Ah, but he just kissed her, didn't he? That realization now dawns on him, and while he's sure she's not going to reprimand him for it, it's still only proper to apologize in a way.]
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A line that he can feel blur, his mind having fallen completely to the spell of the drinks they'd had and Ayaka's own body language that pulls him towards her in a way that he didn't even think would or could be allowed.
Thoma really doesn't know what overcomes him in this moment, whether it be the look of longing and need on his lady's face, or his own desires bubbling to the surface. All he knows is that Ayaka seems to want the same thing he does, and the comfort of realizing that allows the housekeeper to give into the haze that tells him to indulge in himself, and her. He holds her tightly to him, his head moving to meet her own. A moment that seems to take forever, and yet doesn't seem long enough.
He finds his head tilting to the side to give himself better access, his lips slowly capturing hers in a brief and hesitant kiss. He can taste the strawberry of her drinks upon them, feeling intoxicated from that alone, feeling a need to continue growing inside of him. But the housekeeper keeps himself from indulging any further, breaking from her in what feels like far too soon to gaze back at Ayaka with heavily lidded eyes, taking in the full sight of her every feature. The curve of her cheeks, her cute nose, the gentleness of her blue eyes, her full lips that he's just caressed.]
I...that...
[It hasn't fully hit him what he'd just done, face still hovering close.]
...that was really nice, [he admits, the words falling out, desire winning out over his logic no thanks to some magic drinks. Ah, but he just kissed her, didn't he? That realization now dawns on him, and while he's sure she's not going to reprimand him for it, it's still only proper to apologize in a way.]
I hope I haven't overstepped any boundaries....