[PAST] Breaking Your Resolve — Like a Siren in the Deep

Nairn hadn't had a chance to respond, to her jest that she was easy to find (this statement is very much a true statement and there's a brief look of shame in his eyes, prior to tripping). As they tripped, and she fell on top of him... he was studying her, carefully from this new angle.

I'm f-fine, he didn't sound very convincing, but the look in his eye was anything but nervous, though she was scrambling to get off of him. When he realized this, slow because of all the alcohol he had consumed, he grabbed her hip. Mmm, don't go. 'nother hic kiss. He suggested, the hand not gripping her hip reached for her braids, gathering them in his hand to pull her back down.

This time, his kiss was more certain. Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps it was simply the fact she was as nervous as him. It didn't change the fact this kiss was slow, not as rushed. It didn't change his hand on her hip had wandered, taking his time feeling her up. When the kiss ended, he exhaled softly, and squeezed her hip again.

Mm-more than f-fine. He decided, tugging her braids gently, S-stay? He wasn't clear if he was asking permission to stay, or asking her to stay, and if he was asking her to stay, in what way did he mean? Stay right as they were right now? Stay in the same room?

@Megara Fern