Catch-all; Beau

[momming]

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[disreguarded]

[it's so... weird? to get affection like this. simple, easy affection, without any strings. otome's not saying it to get something out of her, to make her do something or convince her. it makes her feel warm, and a little pained. she could lose this so fast. today, even.

otome kisses her palm, and beau leans up to kiss otome proper, and then leans back, expression open and just a touch vulnerable. she shouldn't let herself be, she thinks. it's dangerous.]

... Okay. [beau says, a little breathless.] Yeah.

[momming]

[ Otome gazes back at her, her own expression affectionate but more than a little pensive and sad.

There's no guarantee she'll survive tonight, and she knows they're both aware of it. So maybe it's best to let it go at this. Something gentle before either of them falls any further.

But she cups Beau's cheek with one hand, thumb stroking over a cheekbone. Slowly, like she's trying to commit this to memory. ]

Sorry. [ softly now. ] I'll move in just a second.

[disreguarded]

No.

[beau says, without thinking, putting a hand over otome's. a beat, as she struggles through some measure of embarrassment, and then:]

... No, stay. Please.

[she doesn't ask, very often. but this time she does, resting a hand on otome's thigh and tilting into her hand.]

[momming]

[ Otome continues to gaze at her, her eyes a little dark with an unspoken thought. And then she nods, leaning down to catch her mouth in a kiss as she turns her hand to hold Beau's.

She'll stay. ]