[ he hums softly into the kiss, returning it with the utmost laziness before he shifts his weight, exhaling slowly against her. the touch, and interaction, feels electrifying, somehow . . . in a way that feels dangerous, but not enough to make him stop.
if lotor were the self-reflecting sort, he would realize that that was 99% of his problem. not being able to stop. but once he finds the safe place between overwhelmed and wanting more, he shifts his weight to hover over her, rather than lying by her side, and he grins a little, shifting his knees to properly be on top of her.
careful, as always, not to kneel or step on her hair. ]
You suppose.
[ it's murmured, amused, as he dips down for another kiss, continuing to speak between the kiss. ]
I'm always more than happy to be in your presence, your Highness.
no subject
if lotor were the self-reflecting sort, he would realize that that was 99% of his problem. not being able to stop. but once he finds the safe place between overwhelmed and wanting more, he shifts his weight to hover over her, rather than lying by her side, and he grins a little, shifting his knees to properly be on top of her.
careful, as always, not to kneel or step on her hair. ]
You suppose.
[ it's murmured, amused, as he dips down for another kiss, continuing to speak between the kiss. ]
I'm always more than happy to be in your presence, your Highness.
[ it's part-serious and part-teasing. ]