[ For someone who didn't have the same number of years on him, Leona sure did have a sense for wisdom, words that Lilia could understand and relate to. Being careful was only part of the equation - Lilia doesn't actually care to be careful, to be cautious in his decisions. More...
He doesn't want to be something that Leona regrets spending so much time with, investing so much energy in.
Oh, but why should he really worry that far about it? Leona was a grown lion, no longer a little cub who was stumbling about and didn't know what he was doing. He knows what he needs, knows how to take care of himself and when to lash out when something isn't going his way. This was something he'd need to let go of, to trust in Leona to know what he wants.
So, that's what he begins to do. To relax somewhat further, expression softening as he watches the beastman. That little touch against the back of his head, cradling it with that one hand-- and here he was, having been ready to ask for something in a completely different vein.
No, now... ]
You might be right. I might not have said it in words, but...
[ He'd already accepted, didn't he? That was a warning, but it wasn't a 'no.' Anyways. ]
... What I want is so very hard to explain in words. I want... [ These gentle touches. Not tentative, yet still so careful. Nothing but love and adoration shown through each one, with a language of their own. ] This. You're already giving me what I want. Just....
[ Lilia leans in, giving Leona a small peck on the cheek, trailing a few kisses down to his lips, pressing one against the corner of his mouth. What he wants is intimacy, in a way he hasn't gotten before. Something he's sure, if he asks for it bluntly, he'd get. Instead, he's hopeful that Leona will get it without him saying it. ]
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He doesn't want to be something that Leona regrets spending so much time with, investing so much energy in.
Oh, but why should he really worry that far about it? Leona was a grown lion, no longer a little cub who was stumbling about and didn't know what he was doing. He knows what he needs, knows how to take care of himself and when to lash out when something isn't going his way. This was something he'd need to let go of, to trust in Leona to know what he wants.
So, that's what he begins to do. To relax somewhat further, expression softening as he watches the beastman. That little touch against the back of his head, cradling it with that one hand-- and here he was, having been ready to ask for something in a completely different vein.
No, now... ]
You might be right. I might not have said it in words, but...
[ He'd already accepted, didn't he? That was a warning, but it wasn't a 'no.' Anyways. ]
... What I want is so very hard to explain in words. I want... [ These gentle touches. Not tentative, yet still so careful. Nothing but love and adoration shown through each one, with a language of their own. ] This. You're already giving me what I want. Just....
[ Lilia leans in, giving Leona a small peck on the cheek, trailing a few kisses down to his lips, pressing one against the corner of his mouth. What he wants is intimacy, in a way he hasn't gotten before. Something he's sure, if he asks for it bluntly, he'd get. Instead, he's hopeful that Leona will get it without him saying it. ]
Kiss me.