She felt the same way. She said it back! He was caught up in the moment, perfect joy swelling up in his heart. He reached to cradle the back of her head, to brush his thumb over her ear, to pull her to him so he could press a firm, buoyant kiss to her forehead. His own eyes were watery as he pulled away again, smiling and shaking his head with amused disbelief at her next words. "Jealous? Why? Jealous of whom?" He pulled her to him again, enfolding her into a tight hug, rocking her with him. He couldn't remember any instance where he'd even so much as given another woman a second glance, because his heart belonged to no one else. Ruri had already claimed it long ago, whether she knew it or not. He'd broken through his own programming for her; he might now be considered rogue, defective, malfunctioning - but he didn't care. It was worth it. It was all worth it. He chose who he wanted to belong to, and who he wanted to belong to was her.
"You're the only one too. For so long now." He finally released her from the hug, the air now chilly on his bare skin, gasping softly when her palms made contact, forgetting everything when he kissed her.
And now, he was still staring, made uncomfortably aware of that fact when she spoke again. Her hand on his chest once more, he closed his eyes and licked his lips before answering. "You are. More than I was capable of imagining." He shivered as her lips met his neck, as her bare breasts pressed into his chest. "Everything I am." All for her, for as long as she would have him.
He slid one arm around her waist, caressing her back, working his way down. He was busily kissing her temple, finding his way back around to her lips, murmuring words of love, finding them so easy now - why had they been so hard to admit to before? Their relationship had started so inauspiciously, so coincidentally, who could have imagined it would lead them to this moment, here, right now? His free hand had been busy too, coming between them, cupping her breast with the tentative exploration of inexperience. It wouldn't be perfect, not this first time, but they would learn. His hand on her back had reached her ass, running over it, feeling the firm contours as he gave into his desire to squeeze it, just a little, just to see what she would do. He was terrified, exhilarated, and feeling just a tiny bit playful. Still kissing her, deepening it, his tongue twisting with hers, he brushed his thumb across her nipple, stroking it, feeling it harden against him. That too, was now squeezable, so he did, a tiny pinch. At the same time, he trailed his other hand up to her back again, but this time, he slid his fingers beneath the waistband of her pants, hoping for more bare skin. He had, in his time, and in order to better understand his driver, read numerous books on the subject of love and sex and even several how-to books on the subject, never once dreaming that he'd actually be able to put some of that abstract knowledge he'd gained into practice.
He only hoped he did it right, and didn't disappoint.
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"You're the only one too. For so long now." He finally released her from the hug, the air now chilly on his bare skin, gasping softly when her palms made contact, forgetting everything when he kissed her.
And now, he was still staring, made uncomfortably aware of that fact when she spoke again. Her hand on his chest once more, he closed his eyes and licked his lips before answering. "You are. More than I was capable of imagining." He shivered as her lips met his neck, as her bare breasts pressed into his chest. "Everything I am." All for her, for as long as she would have him.
He slid one arm around her waist, caressing her back, working his way down. He was busily kissing her temple, finding his way back around to her lips, murmuring words of love, finding them so easy now - why had they been so hard to admit to before? Their relationship had started so inauspiciously, so coincidentally, who could have imagined it would lead them to this moment, here, right now? His free hand had been busy too, coming between them, cupping her breast with the tentative exploration of inexperience. It wouldn't be perfect, not this first time, but they would learn. His hand on her back had reached her ass, running over it, feeling the firm contours as he gave into his desire to squeeze it, just a little, just to see what she would do. He was terrified, exhilarated, and feeling just a tiny bit playful. Still kissing her, deepening it, his tongue twisting with hers, he brushed his thumb across her nipple, stroking it, feeling it harden against him. That too, was now squeezable, so he did, a tiny pinch. At the same time, he trailed his other hand up to her back again, but this time, he slid his fingers beneath the waistband of her pants, hoping for more bare skin. He had, in his time, and in order to better understand his driver, read numerous books on the subject of love and sex and even several how-to books on the subject, never once dreaming that he'd actually be able to put some of that abstract knowledge he'd gained into practice.
He only hoped he did it right, and didn't disappoint.