[ Thoma is too busy being lost in Ori’s eyes, soft and sunshiney like the manifestation of his emotions, and basking in their closeness that he absolutely does not see that remark coming at all. It strikes him somewhere deep in his chest, sending the clarion call of desire straight through him. ]
Ori-!
[ He doesn’t often blush, but there is certainly more color rising to his cheeks. ]
You can’t just say things like that. [ Unable to resist, he leans in to bury his face into the crook of her neck, pressing a series of heated kisses against her skin. ] You have no idea what that does to me.
[ Or perhaps she does, and she’s suddenly realized just how much power she holds. ]
no subject
Ori-!
[ He doesn’t often blush, but there is certainly more color rising to his cheeks. ]
You can’t just say things like that. [ Unable to resist, he leans in to bury his face into the crook of her neck, pressing a series of heated kisses against her skin. ] You have no idea what that does to me.
[ Or perhaps she does, and she’s suddenly realized just how much power she holds. ]