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15/9/14 22:14 (UTC)[Just really bad at reading people. Asuka leaned closer to Samantha and let herself be led to the bedroom. It was always felt nice when someone else could take the lead for once, and take the weight of the world from her shoulders, if just for a moment.]
Me to. It feels...safe? I guess? [Even if it really wasn't completely safe. It sure felt that way to be so close to another person.]
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16/9/14 18:09 (UTC)Personally, I'd hope those wouldn't be so terrible.
I really need more blushing icons for when these two are together.
16/9/14 22:46 (UTC)Asuka followed Samanatha's stride and would head towards the bed as quickly as she could. Laying down was her top priority at the moment, with cuddling being a close second.]
I'm ok with that... [Asuka yawned.] Just go easy on me tonight, I'm really tired.
It's a natural state for them
17/9/14 02:10 (UTC)indeed it is
17/9/14 02:45 (UTC)I know, you've been really good to me ever since we first met. I'm not [Asuka's voice was tired but content as she rolled on her side, inviting the other girl to join her.] Just get over here so we can get started.
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17/9/14 04:47 (UTC)Just get comfortable and I'll fix you breakfast in the morning, silly.
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17/9/14 05:10 (UTC)It would take her some squirming and rolling a bit before she finally settled into a position she could feel comfortable in.]
[Once more the eva pilot let loose a mildly happy sounding noise from between her lips.]
I'd like that... just nothing to spicy! I don't want my mouth to catch fire the first morning in my new place.
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17/9/14 05:27 (UTC)(no subject)
17/9/14 05:42 (UTC)[A part of Asuka was worried that Samantha would disappear over night, like that one particularly painful night she had spent over. But she also had to learn to trust, and that not everyone would abandon her like her mother had.
She would squeeze Samantha's hand if she could. You know, just for good measure. ]
Good night.