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[Delvin jeth]

Nitya Xeraic

He rode the of emotions their kiss produced the intense emotions where something he wasn't used to feeling but he didn't hide from them. As the arkanian felt her touch part of him didn't want the feeling or this moment to end but he knew it would it would have to.

The feeling of their bodies so close was electric and warm but when she pulled away he understood completely "I'm not usually this forward like this with words yes but not intimately like this" he admitted his lips also curled abit from his honesty. But also from how this had gone I'm usually more restrained then this" he said being honest as he felt her touch and saw her sight lower to her lips. He listened to her speak felt her touch and knew he hd been to forward and had let emotions run to high.

Something he would have to work on as his hands rested on nityas hips as he looked into her eyes "I'll remember that and keep it in mind" he said his voice carrying consideration he would definitely keep that in mind going forward.

He smiled as she said she wasn't going anywhere and neither should he "I'll stay until you tell me to leave" he said as he gave her a soft and quick kiss on the lips not nearly as intense as the first two or as long but still a kiss.

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

Nitya felt the shift in him before he ever spoke it aloud — the way his hands rested more carefully at her hips, the way his voice softened, grounded not by distance but by consideration. When his quick, gentler kiss touched her lips, she accepted it without hesitation, her mouth responding naturally, warmly, before she eased back just enough to look at him fully.

There was no disappointment in her expression. No retreat. Only a quiet understanding.

"I can tell," she said softly, her voice low and steady, carrying reassurance rather than judgment. "You aren't reckless. You're… honest. Sometimes honesty moves faster than intention." Her hands remained on him, one resting at his side, the other lightly against his chest, fingers splayed where she could feel the steady strength beneath. She didn't push him away — instead, she let the contact linger, letting him know his awareness hadn't broken the moment of it.

"You didn't frighten me," she added gently, meeting his gaze without flinching. "And you didn't cross a line I wasn't willing to stand near." Her thumb traced a slow, grounding circle where her hand rested, a quiet, calming gesture meant as much for him as for herself. "I appreciate that you listened," she continued. "That you slowed when I asked you to. That matters to me."

When he said he would stay until she told him to leave, something warm flickered through her eyes — not possession, not expectation, but acceptance. "Then stay," she said.

She leaned in then, closing the space on her own terms this time, brushing her forehead lightly against his, a softer intimacy than the kisses before — deliberate, unhurried, and sincere. "We don't have to decide anything tonight," she murmured. "We don't have to name this or rush it or test its limits." Her breath warmed his cheek as she spoke, her lips close enough to promise more without demanding it.

"But I am glad you're here, Delvin. And I would like to see where this goes… one moment at a time." She drew back just enough to smile at him — small, genuine, and quietly hopeful. "For now," she added softly, "we were going to make tea."

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[Delvin jeth]

Nitya Xeraic

Delvin wasn't a man who was used to these type of scenarios he preferred his lab and his experiments to dealing with other people. But what this was how it felt he would see it through as they stood there together her hands on his chest and waist him holding her waist as his eyes looked into hers as he listened feeling her so close to him it stirred something within him that he suppressed for her since she wanted to take this slow feel it out and see where it whent.

"Slow with no expectations i can do that" he said as his hands remained on her hips he smiled as she rested her forehead against his he wouldn't push this further than she was comfortable with he didn't want to name it but he liked the feeling. This elicited in him as he stood there shirtless his toned muscular upper body there for her to see. "Tea sounds amazing although I'll leave making it to you I'm not very good at it" he said honesty. As he pulled away slightly and let her begin making tea.

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

Nitya felt the moment settle as he stepped back, not as a loss but as a deliberate pause. The warmth of him lingered even as his hands left her waist, and she didn't rush to fill the space. Instead, she watched him for a heartbeat longer than necessary — not with hunger alone, but with curiosity, with the quiet recognition of someone unused to moments like this choosing to stay present anyway.

"That's all I'm asking," she said softly. "Slow doesn't mean uncertain. It just means… intentional."

She turned toward the small kitchen alcove, gathering herself as much as the cups, but she didn't shut him out of the moment. She could feel his gaze on her back, the awareness of his presence following her as surely as the lamplight did. When she reached for the kettle, she glanced back at him, golden eyes lingering briefly on his bare shoulders, the lines of muscle and strength he wasn't trying to display — simply existing as he was.

A faint smile touched her lips.

"You can stay right there," she added lightly, a hint of warmth beneath the calm. "You've done enough for tonight."

She busied herself with the tea, movements unhurried and practiced, the quiet domestic rhythm grounding after the intensity they'd shared. As the water began to warm, she spoke again, her voice easy, unguarded. "I'm glad you didn't retreat," she said without looking back yet. "A lot of people do when things feel unfamiliar. You didn't."

She turned then, setting two cups out, meeting his eyes once more. "That tells me more than any bold gesture could."

She handed him a cup when the tea was ready, her fingers brushing his briefly — a small, deliberate touch that echoed the closeness they hadn't abandoned, only tempered.

"For now," she said gently, "this is enough." And in the quiet that followed, it truly was.

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