She remembers the feeling of relief just to be able to touch someone. Her first Iris cycle, she'd felt like she was about to shrivel up and freeze to death while passing out from heatstroke, overheated and desperate and needing attention, to have some other half to fit to. Then the more primal urges, of course. The need to be mated with like an animal, which only left her deeply embarrassed to have to explain to... anyone. It wasn't pleasant when it caught you off-guard and you didn't initially know what to do. Whether or not something was wrong or it was something to take in stride, or where to even begin.
The fact that he relaxes to her touch and into her arms only has her squeezing him that much closer as she draws him inside, door closed and locked behind him as she slowly separates from him, keeping hold of his hand and the other sliding back from his hair to cup his cheek.
"I'm sure it could be nearly anything, Genji. Perhaps you're simply feeling more comfortable, now, as we grow used to the people we have and the dynamics we've settled into."
There's less sense of indulging in something he "shouldn't have" or "hasn't had", now, so much as that they're simply giving into the affection and accepting that they can deserve it. It's becoming more natural.
"Or perhaps it's entirely something with the moons and not about us at all. Closer orbits, polarization if they pass too close to one another, changes in their surface chemistry or activity beneath the crust."
She shrugs, arm twining with his as she moves to walk back inside and bring him straight to her room where he can get comfortable and climb in bed with her, where it's still warmed through from her sleep.
"You know you never need to thank me; I'm just glad you came. Come on, you. Let's get comfortable and have a look."
There's a bit of mischief in the way her hands find the edges of whatever he's donned just to run down to her room; the temptation to see if he has a little fluffy tail is entirely too strong.
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The fact that he relaxes to her touch and into her arms only has her squeezing him that much closer as she draws him inside, door closed and locked behind him as she slowly separates from him, keeping hold of his hand and the other sliding back from his hair to cup his cheek.
"I'm sure it could be nearly anything, Genji. Perhaps you're simply feeling more comfortable, now, as we grow used to the people we have and the dynamics we've settled into."
There's less sense of indulging in something he "shouldn't have" or "hasn't had", now, so much as that they're simply giving into the affection and accepting that they can deserve it. It's becoming more natural.
"Or perhaps it's entirely something with the moons and not about us at all. Closer orbits, polarization if they pass too close to one another, changes in their surface chemistry or activity beneath the crust."
She shrugs, arm twining with his as she moves to walk back inside and bring him straight to her room where he can get comfortable and climb in bed with her, where it's still warmed through from her sleep.
"You know you never need to thank me; I'm just glad you came. Come on, you. Let's get comfortable and have a look."
There's a bit of mischief in the way her hands find the edges of whatever he's donned just to run down to her room; the temptation to see if he has a little fluffy tail is entirely too strong.