Half of him had been set on waiting for her to make the next move, but neither of them is a master of patience. Action suits them both better than contemplation or conversation, so here he is. Extremely premeditated, but only because he wants the space to be spontaneous without worrying about interruption.
The way she bites her lip is shy but not hesitant, and overwhelmingly charming. He kisses her greedily, far more interested in this than the wine, lifting his other hand to cup her cheek. It's good wine-- wouldn't be much use if it wasn't-- but (if he can be melodramatic and sappy for a moment in the space of his own mind) the taste doesn't compare to her lips.
"Leia."
He pulls away just enough to breathe her name, soft and fervent. She ought to know just what she does to him. If he could think of any fitting words, maybe he'd say them, but he just takes a moment to search her face like he needs to commit the moment to memory, and then he kisses her again.
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The way she bites her lip is shy but not hesitant, and overwhelmingly charming. He kisses her greedily, far more interested in this than the wine, lifting his other hand to cup her cheek. It's good wine-- wouldn't be much use if it wasn't-- but (if he can be melodramatic and sappy for a moment in the space of his own mind) the taste doesn't compare to her lips.
"Leia."
He pulls away just enough to breathe her name, soft and fervent. She ought to know just what she does to him. If he could think of any fitting words, maybe he'd say them, but he just takes a moment to search her face like he needs to commit the moment to memory, and then he kisses her again.