[ w o r t h i t. He likes the way she blushes. It turns out he likes it even better than when she had been steadfast about not caring for him. And then she's back up close, and his arm wraps around her again, shifting up her back, while with the other hand he brushes the hair away from her neck. It's an exercise in restraint not to kiss her when she's hovering so close he can feel her breath against his lips. His heart races, and he isn't sure it ever has for something like this with anyone but her, doesn't care to examine his memories for it either. ]
Oh, you guess?
[ In the end, Kol has never been good at restraining himself. So he leans in and kisses her, slowly but firmly. He doesn't pull away until he has no other choice, and even then not by much. With her so close, his voice is quiet, pitched low. ]
Suppose I'll have to climb out of here eventually.
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Oh, you guess?
[ In the end, Kol has never been good at restraining himself. So he leans in and kisses her, slowly but firmly. He doesn't pull away until he has no other choice, and even then not by much. With her so close, his voice is quiet, pitched low. ]
Suppose I'll have to climb out of here eventually.