He could, and most probably would, oblige her in that, once they were settled into a comfort zone of sorts with one another. Right at the moment, his heart was still trying to beat its way out of his chest, and hearing was difficult over the roaring in his ears. He couldn't deny to himself that quite a bit of his time lately had been devoted to not only studying sex manuals, but... doing some imagining of his own. It had been disconcerting at first; he still thought of himself as an AI, a car, first of all and a human a very distant second. Why the human's thoughts should suddenly be so intrusive was uncomfortable for him, but try as he might, they not only persisted but increased the more time he spent with Ruri. Without even realizing it, she was helping him to become more comfortable with the idea of himself as human - and because of that, he felt he was ready for this next step. The time for imagining was over - it was now time for doing.
If only his heart would calm down.
If only the remnants of doubt would fall away.
"I hope I won't." His voice was equally soft as he reached up to gently stroke away some of her hair from her face, his hand then cupping her cheek. The light kiss that she brushed across his lips made him sigh as fire raced through his nerves, every sense heightened by her closeness.
His voice was a whisper, hoarse with anticipation and growing need.
"Until now, I've always known exactly where I was going, everything I needed to do to get where I needed to be. But now, I feel so lost. I have no idea what I'm doing, or where I'm going. I've never felt this way before." He stopped, his fingertips tracing the contour of her cheekbone. "I like this feeling." It was terrifying, yes, but also exhilarating, freeing.
And then she was speaking again, and kissing him, and this time the kiss was slow, and deliberate, and full of promises made long ago. He responded in kind, his hands now free to drop to her back, to pull her closer to him, to feel the heat that rose between them. The bed was right there, waiting for them. Slowly, with trembling fingers, he reached for the hem of her shirt, breaking off the kiss to look for the permission in her eyes before he tugged at it, wanting nothing more than to rip it away and discard it, offended that it was in his way, a barrier between them. He needed it gone, he needed to taste the skin beneath the garment, to lick and suck and claim. She'd lit a fire within him as well, and only she could quench the flame.
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If only his heart would calm down.
If only the remnants of doubt would fall away.
"I hope I won't." His voice was equally soft as he reached up to gently stroke away some of her hair from her face, his hand then cupping her cheek. The light kiss that she brushed across his lips made him sigh as fire raced through his nerves, every sense heightened by her closeness.
His voice was a whisper, hoarse with anticipation and growing need.
"Until now, I've always known exactly where I was going, everything I needed to do to get where I needed to be. But now, I feel so lost. I have no idea what I'm doing, or where I'm going. I've never felt this way before." He stopped, his fingertips tracing the contour of her cheekbone. "I like this feeling." It was terrifying, yes, but also exhilarating, freeing.
And then she was speaking again, and kissing him, and this time the kiss was slow, and deliberate, and full of promises made long ago. He responded in kind, his hands now free to drop to her back, to pull her closer to him, to feel the heat that rose between them. The bed was right there, waiting for them. Slowly, with trembling fingers, he reached for the hem of her shirt, breaking off the kiss to look for the permission in her eyes before he tugged at it, wanting nothing more than to rip it away and discard it, offended that it was in his way, a barrier between them. He needed it gone, he needed to taste the skin beneath the garment, to lick and suck and claim. She'd lit a fire within him as well, and only she could quench the flame.