"Yes you are."

"Also on you, was this by design or happy accident?"

"It seemed like a good place for you. Was I wrong?"

"I don't think you were," she murmurs, and then she kisses him.

Mmmmmm, kiss. What a good idea.

Ivethis has nonzero experience in this area, but it's not actually a lot of experience. This lack of experience makes her feel vaguely self conscious about her kissing skills, but he seems to be enjoying himself. She certainly is. So she doesn't worry about it.

Siran has kissed people before in his life! He has never been this deeply personally enthusiastic about them. It's a big improvement.

Somehow during the kissing she ends up just sort of draped across him, pulling him closer and entwining her fingers in his hair. She is not sure how this happened, but she observes that it has. Also that she's kind of lightheaded. Is she forgetting to breathe? She might be forgetting to breathe. Hey, small percentage of her head that's not devoted to the glory of kissing, is she kind of short of breath? ... Yes. Yes she is.

"Breathing is so hard," she mumbles into his lips, pulling away far enough to focus a bit more on breathing. C'mon, she can breathe through her nose while kissing, it's not like it's mechanically difficult.

He giggles and hugs her.

She giggles too, and then she decides to give kissing him another shot. This time: breathing. Through the nose. It is possible and she will do it.

Mmmmkiss.

She successfully figures out the breathing through nose trick. It is not mechanically difficult. Success!

They can be there for a while, can't they? He's immortal, she's... whatever she is... they can just make out for a little while, that sounds like an excellent use of their time.

It sounds like the best use of their time!

... Over the course of the kissing she graduates to making quiet understated sounds. And squirming a little. Kissing him is nice.

Ooooh. These are positive developments.

She thinks so, too!

After longer like this, when she's started getting a little bit shivery, she pulls away enough to mumble. "I, I'm having way more of a reaction to this than I e-ever expected to. How, how far do we want to take this, here...?"

"...I don't know," he says. "I like kissing you. I bet I'd like other things even more. What do you want?"

She giggles a slightly airy giggly, then she takes a deep breath and collects her scattered thoughts. "I, mm. If we take this into other things territory I want to make sure that there won't be, um. Consequences nine months later, or anything. Once that's handled I - think I want to just continue and see where we end up?"

"—um," he says. "Yeah. - I could probably figure something out with magic, for, uh, that problem."

"How reliably? There's a plant that's supposed to work okay if I take it regularly, but I'm not sure how reliable that is, and I accordingly hesitate to rely on it."

"Magic would be really reliable if I managed it at all!"

"Well, that sounds promising. It'd be reversible, and not likely to go horribly horribly wrong if you couldn't manage it?"

"Yeah - I'd be careful, I wouldn't let it get close to fraying, if it wasn't working I just wouldn't do it."

Snuggle. "All right, then we can try that."

Hug. "All right, let's see..."

He closes his eyes and thinks for a minute. There's a feeling of pressure in the air, a subtle sense of power being used.

Then he opens his eyes. "Okay, I won't be having any kids until I take that spell off, and I can do the same for you if you want to be extra sure."