She laughed, rolling her eyes a little as she rested her forehead against his. “You can’t sway me that easily. You were suffering.”
He frowned slightly, looking up at her. "Hey. No more of that. You know that isn't how I meant it at all, O."
She faltered a little, looking surprised at his assertiveness but nodding after a moment. “I know,” she told him quietly. “You would tell me, right?”
He flushed slightly, kissing her back slowly. He broke the kiss for a moment, his nose brushing hers. "I love you."
She was breathless, blushing as well. “I love you too,” she said gently, glancing over at the bed. “We... we shouldn’t, right? We should be pacing ourselves and not let this be all at once...”
"I think it'll be okay," he said quietly, glancing back thoughtfully. "I'll do whatever you'd like to do."
She considered this before her focus returned to him, her fingers hovering at the hem of his shirt gently. “Well,” she mused slowly. “I did say I’d make it up to you...”
She laughed breathlessly, her eyes fluttering closed. “I must’ve done something right,” she murmured gently. “I must have done something really right to get to be with you...”
She shook her head a little, cupping his jaw with her hands. "I don't know," she murmured, kissing him gently. "I don't want to question it..."
He laughed, and went to kiss her again. (Zoop!) It was a bit later, Abel was running his hand through her hair, playing with it a bit.
It had come loose from her braid, and it was slipping through his fingers gently. Ophelia herself was half-asleep, her head nodding slowly as she was drifting off, her hand curled against his chest.
