"Hmm?"

"Oh, um." She looks down, shyly. "... I was considering kissing you."

"Oh."

(Ee.)

"Do you, um." Snuggle. "Want to?"

"I—yes."

Snuggle.

Well, all right then.

She kisses him.

He kisses back, carefully, tentatively.

She's pretty clearly inexperienced, and similarly tentative, but she's quite sincere. And he's nice to kiss.

Oh what a good idea this was.

Such a good idea. She hums happily and slowly becomes less tentative about kissing him.

Better and better!

Definitely.

She's content to kiss him for a long while. Gently, slowly, patiently.

She can do other things while also kissing him. Not things that require any sort of thought or creativity, granted, but she can organize and distribute motes to investigate other dimensions and gather information for her to sort through later. The invisible stalker mote can be split to watch humanity some more, so she can later figure out how best to help them. Collecting data is easy, it doesn't require her attention once she's given her motes parameters to follow. And then once they're floating around she can just - give him the focus he deserves. Mm.

She is so cozy and kissable and soft and good and. Like kissing rain, like tasting sunlight. He wants to snuggle her forever. He wants—

—well. Some things. (The shadow-limbs wrapped around her curl a little tighter.)

... Yvette is just going to quietly put the tasks her motes are doing in the background on hold. That seems like the kind of thing that she should be doing right now.

She squirms in his grasp and kisses him with a bit more hunger. She might want some things too, she's been awfully alone for a very long time.

Oh. Good. That's a good thing. That is a very very good thing. More kisses are also good things, and more of touching her, very much more of touching her, so much of that—he is glad she likes his shadow-limbs, they like her too—

She feels so liked, and it's intoxicating - she's touch starved and has attention to spare and he's proving to be very, very good at holding all of it.

In the back of her throat, or perhaps from somewhere else, she makes a strange little echoey whine that sounds like wind through a canyon and ice cracking and shifting but mostly like a woman who's enjoying herself very much and doesn't want him to stop. She touches the shadow-limbs affectionately with a hand, caressing them and pulling them closer and gently leading them to where she would like to be touched. Her other arm is devoted to pulling him closer, because it's very important that she be as close as possible to him. She doesn't need to breathe, but she does need to be kissing him - he's so good he's so good there's so much of him and she wants to experience all of it -

He wants to wrap her up and never let go, wants to hold her and touch her and kiss her and cover her in shadows and make her make that sound again... the shadows that were serving him as clothing unspin themselves and merge with the half-substantial tendrils wrapped around her.

Oh, are they ditching their clothes now? Sounds good to her. Hers can turn to voidspace that fluidly moves to snuggle the tendrils around her to pepper them in affectionate and snuggly night-kisses, before dissipating entirely. She's tempted to keep them around, but she thinks that for her first time she'd like to keep things relatively simple. Let's just have it be this one body. Later they can explore the available possibilities. For now they can just - explore this. Exploring this is pretty great.

A marble throne is not the right place for this. The stone shifts and softens and reshapes itself into a nest of pillows, and Saikirei continues his attempt to have as much of himself touching as much of Yvette as possible.

This is a good goal to have, and she is so supportive of it. He can touch as much of her as he likes. She'll even make more little echoey otherworldly-but-still-human-like noises, just for him.

Good.

She's very - encouraging. And hard to break. It's clear that she enjoys his attention very much.

He isn't trying to break her!

...but it's nice that he can't.

She enjoys his attention so very much.

Her body doesn't get tired, precisely, but she can get tired. Of a sorts, anyway. She can be exhausted mentally and emotionally, and enjoying his attention this much is definitely exhausting. In all of the best ways. She absolutely wants to be reduced to incoherent adoration. It isn't long until she has her wish. He reduces her to incoherent mewling and appreciative whimpering with a bit of sustained effort. Her body isn't the sort of thing to collapse into nightgoo without her sustained attention, but wow, if it were, she would be such a happy puddle.

He snuggles her amid the nest of pillows, petting her hair and wrapping her gently in shadows.