[ It lasts entirely too long. Much longer than Ai means it to. She keeps telling herself to pull back for a breath, for any excuse at all but she can't quite make herself do it. Maybe because the moment it ends, she'll have to reckon with just how quickly this stopped being about transferring mana, if it was ever even the point in the first place.
She's anchored in place by his arms, but she doesn't feel trapped at all. She feels alarmingly steady, frighteningly comfortable and it's a little to easy to imagine staying here for a little too long.
It's out of pure necessity when she at last pulls back for a breath. It shudders into her lungs and as she goes, her gaze drops again. Her face is burning all the way up to the roots of her hair. She can't let him see her making... whatever face that would be. ]
... you really are horrible.
[ When it's that breathy, it's hard to take it as an insult. ]
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She's anchored in place by his arms, but she doesn't feel trapped at all. She feels alarmingly steady, frighteningly comfortable and it's a little to easy to imagine staying here for a little too long.
It's out of pure necessity when she at last pulls back for a breath. It shudders into her lungs and as she goes, her gaze drops again. Her face is burning all the way up to the roots of her hair. She can't let him see her making... whatever face that would be. ]
... you really are horrible.
[ When it's that breathy, it's hard to take it as an insult. ]
You have way too much fun bullying me.
[ Or as disapproval. ]