[Dimitri was rather stunned himself to find Rose standing at his door. He really shouldn't have been, given everything, but as her eyes rather obviously roamed down his body. Instead of feeling like something under a microscope, however, it actually affected him in a very...primitive way, which didn't dissipate once she opened her mouth.
He blinked once at her first outburst, surprised by it's intensity.
And then she shoved him back into the room, and he simply allowed it, somewhat relieved when the door shut behind her.
He simply stood there and listened as she began to rant at him, over all the things that he'd regretted telling her since they'd left the training room. Things that he'd poured over in his head, and somewhat kicked himself for.
After they'd parted ways, he couldn't convince himself that it had been the right decision. He'd even thought about going to find her himself. She'd simply jumped on the idea first, which he also didn't find surprising.]
Your hair is beautiful.
[Because it was the first thing he could think to say, the last question that she'd given him. And it was true. He took a step toward her, so that she was withing reaching distance, and lifted a lock of it from her shoulder between his fingers, marveling at it's softness.
And then he knew that everything she'd said was correct, that he hadn't been imagining how either of them had felt, because she had been all he'd thought about. His hand slipped further through her hair, cupping the back of her head so that he could pull her closer and lean down to fit his lips perfectly against hers.
Because what else could he say when this would say it so much better.]
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He blinked once at her first outburst, surprised by it's intensity.
And then she shoved him back into the room, and he simply allowed it, somewhat relieved when the door shut behind her.
He simply stood there and listened as she began to rant at him, over all the things that he'd regretted telling her since they'd left the training room. Things that he'd poured over in his head, and somewhat kicked himself for.
After they'd parted ways, he couldn't convince himself that it had been the right decision. He'd even thought about going to find her himself. She'd simply jumped on the idea first, which he also didn't find surprising.]
Your hair is beautiful.
[Because it was the first thing he could think to say, the last question that she'd given him. And it was true. He took a step toward her, so that she was withing reaching distance, and lifted a lock of it from her shoulder between his fingers, marveling at it's softness.
And then he knew that everything she'd said was correct, that he hadn't been imagining how either of them had felt, because she had been all he'd thought about. His hand slipped further through her hair, cupping the back of her head so that he could pull her closer and lean down to fit his lips perfectly against hers.
Because what else could he say when this would say it so much better.]