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[ if he'd told her his feelings on how small she was, she'd probably have to roll her eyes and push at him lightly with a quip about how size doesn't matter, so it's better that they're silent, so that she can enjoy how he envelops her gently, enjoy these quiet moments, so different from their normal flirting. he's like no guy she's ever met before, which may have to do with the fact that he's a god, but possibly more that he treats her like something precious. it's new to her, and she breathes it in, loving it.

the kiss sends shimmers of sensation down her spine, balanced by the feeling of his hand at her back, his hand warm and broad through her shirt. she'll never mind the boldness, as she'll meet it head-on with boldness of her own as she tilts her head up to press slow kisses along his jawline. ]