[ His heart beats fast under their palm, pulse quick and erratic, physical evidence of the impact they have on him, if their time in the Promenade wasn’t enough. A little gasp escapes him when Siffrin shifts, and he drops his hand to settle his hands on his hips, palms warm even through the fabric of his pants.
G’raha knows what it looks like to watch Siffrin’s mind work, for those thoughts to churn through their head, and he tilts his own, curiosity evident in his eyes in spite of his very obviously dilated pupils. He wants to know what’s going through their mind, even as his fingers dig into their hips. What does touch mean to them? What does it mean to feel his heartbeat under their palm? What does it mean for their lips to touch, for them to sit connected like this, hip pressed to hip?
There’s a pause, notable as he considers whether or not he wants to ask for their thoughts. He’ll give into the impulse eventually, they both know that well. ]
Are you certain? I never took you as the sort who would want that.
[ G’raha has his own limits, obviously, but… whenever, wherever.
no subject
G’raha knows what it looks like to watch Siffrin’s mind work, for those thoughts to churn through their head, and he tilts his own, curiosity evident in his eyes in spite of his very obviously dilated pupils. He wants to know what’s going through their mind, even as his fingers dig into their hips. What does touch mean to them? What does it mean to feel his heartbeat under their palm? What does it mean for their lips to touch, for them to sit connected like this, hip pressed to hip?
There’s a pause, notable as he considers whether or not he wants to ask for their thoughts. He’ll give into the impulse eventually, they both know that well. ]
Are you certain? I never took you as the sort who would want that.
[ G’raha has his own limits, obviously, but… whenever, wherever.
Siffrin is giving him too much permission. ]