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[ripher]

[ It's all quite adorable. Giles' smile grows. With deliberate care, he leans over to put his own cup of tea on a nearby table that has enough room between the stacks of books. Then he resettles on the couch, a little closer to Grace, and drapes his arm over the back of the couch again.

A moment of consideration. He scooches a bit closer. Reaches up a hand to touch her cheek, tentatively at first, and brushes a lock of hair back behind her ear, gazing into her eyes. He gives her a small, slightly embarrassed smile. Unsure of how to begin, now he's been given the responsibility. ]

You are very attractive, you know.

[rationalism]

I know.

[ her mouth slants into a half smile, teasing, and she winks.

he touches her so gently that warmth unspools in her chest and she wonders if it was unfair to put the onus on him. usually it is so she doesn't come on to strong but his hesitation gives her pause.

should she take the lead? well, maybe it's like hitch. he did the lion's share of the work. she can do the rest.

she closes the distance between them, leaning forward, a hand on his knee. with an exhale, she presses a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before she shifts and kisses him properly. ]

[ripher]

[ There's a moment of cowardly relief, that she's taken the initiative, quickly overtaken by an affectionate warmth, a boyish thrill, as she kisses him. She tastes sweet and slightly smoky from the tea and the cereal she's been eating; her lips are soft, her hand on his knee a gentle pressure.

Giles allows his eyes to slip closed, his hand going to her cheek, combing into her hair and holding her there as the kiss lingers. Then, moving in closer, kissing her again with rising desire, more firmly this time, and again, stroking her hair, his other hand going to her shoulder to encourage her closer still. ]

[rationalism]

[ she hums a soft note, pleased, moves into him like water. her hand slides from his knee to his thigh, warm and steady. ostensibly, it is for support as she shifts closer but grace is more than capable of holding herself up with the cling of her fingers. ]