[There's a little tingly feeling made by her mouth pressed against his. Certainly it shuts him up, again. And when she's sat back again, the tingle lasts, this light touch that lingers, and stays. Matthias puts the fingertips of his free hand against his mouth, in the wake of that kiss, and manages a dazed--]
Yeah.
[Yeah. They ought to. It's right there, and now that he's thinking of it, the smell of it rises again, citrus and sweet, but--]
Can I, er, kiss you again, first? Just--quick. Once more. That's all, for now. And then pie, definitely.
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Yeah.
[Yeah. They ought to. It's right there, and now that he's thinking of it, the smell of it rises again, citrus and sweet, but--]
Can I, er, kiss you again, first? Just--quick. Once more. That's all, for now. And then pie, definitely.