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Somewhere, deep inside of him, something… well, snaps isn’t the word. He’s not angry <i>at her</i>, he’s angry at <i>himself</i>. He’s angry that he doesn’t know how to navigate this space that the two of them seem to dance through, that others seem to at least be able to pick their way across, the distance between two people a gap that just always remains uncrossed. She’s <i>right there</i>, reaching across it, and all he can do is think <i>this has to be a trap. They must be joking</i>.

Well, if they are, he’s calling their bluff. And if they aren’t…

“Yes.” It’s all he can manage, doesn’t have the suave words to turn this into some kind of knightly proposal. He can’t even keep his eyes from widening slightly at his <i>own audacity</i>. She <i>beams</i> though, gives him a look like he personally just hung the stars and moon just for her and <i>oh</i>, he has time to think, <i>oh this is why people do this</i>, and then her mouth is on his.

It’s not like he thought she would be a <i>bad</i> kisser, of course, but he’s not ready for how her mouth makes him suddenly aware of every nerve ending in his body, the way she doesn’t immediately dive in like he’s seen her do with Guydelot, but slides her lips against his until he’s dizzy with the sensation of it and he’s gasping for more, following her without thinking about it when she starts to pull back. She <i>licks her lips</i>, when they’re done and it’s such an obvious bit of showmanship that he can’t help but laugh in disbelief, even as his cock <i>jumps</i> at the sight. He’s extremely aware that he’s gone from barely consenting to ready to end this entire party right here and now in the course of a conversation and a single kiss, but he can’t find it in himself to be ashamed, not when he’s being smiled at like that.

He does jump though, when someone clears their throat behind him and he whips around, guiltily to stare at Guydelot like a child caught pilfering cookies.

“I thought I sent you over here to get an answer to our question, not to <i>start without me</i>.”

“Now now, I was just getting him warmed up,” she giggles, then gets a look that Sanson knows already means <i>trouble</i>, “You can have a turn if you want.”