As he shifts, she moves with him, wincing slightly as the movement pulls at the gashes across her ribs. Her eyes meet his curiosity with a vulnerable honesty. There are things that are often easier to simply not say, however honest she tries to be, but she’s saying them now.. She closes her eyes slowly as Yul speaks, the fierce joy simply too strong and simultaneously fragile to risk showing openly. They open as his lips touch her cheek, and her lips meet his with as much of that feeling as she can convey with the touch, where it’s a message only able to be read between them.
She wears the softest smile when their lips part, and she nods, fingers shifting from his hair to a shoulder, to hold herself steady. “I try to stick to the moment in front of me when I can. I guess it’s...even more important now.” Tension eases beneath his caresses, Mumei pressing into each contact, her own fingers kneading gently, absently, like a contented cat.
“Mmmm, I’d like to hope it’s not the danger you need to keep feeling the joy of a thing, or I might disappoint eventually,” her grin is teasing, as is the movement of her body against him as shes says it--even if the hope matches his own as to the source of his need to pick fights with giant lizards. The hope, and honest curiosity manifest in questions, “You’ve said you love the freedom, but I don’t think that’s all you love about...clipping mountain peaks. I guess...look at what feeds your passion and that might show that it’s danger, or...something else?”
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