[ she stares at him for a long, tense moment. if she were mechanical still, she'd be like a sculpture, completely still-- but like this, her shoulders rise and fall slightly with her breathing, her eyelashes beating against her cheeks with every blink.
finally, she lifts one hand to tilt his face towards her, tipping her head to kiss him. she's warm and yearning and a little angry, a little rough-- not cold, not unyielding like her real form might suggest. she wants him, and it's real, tangible. ]
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finally, she lifts one hand to tilt his face towards her, tipping her head to kiss him. she's warm and yearning and a little angry, a little rough-- not cold, not unyielding like her real form might suggest. she wants him, and it's real, tangible. ]