with @evcrsio & continued from here!
“Don’t apologize.” Yaten huffs, eyes lingering upon Hotaru’s arm before finally meeting her darkly hued gaze. “It’s not like you did it on purpose.” Perhaps it is due to the fact that she isn’t prone to lapses of clumsiness that he is taken so off-guard ( the concern initially experienced still palpable, somehow, in his chest ). Regardless of the truth, he still catches the subtle wince which travels through her lithe frame when she presses against the area in question. Hesitation blooms for a moment before Yaten’s lips press together firmly. “Ice isn’t necessary.”
Catching her fingertips in his own, he raises their hands to chest level. With a quiet breath, he slides his fingers just beneath the sleeve of Hotaru’s sweater, the feel of the fabric barely noticed. “Just — hold still.” The last syllable leaving the tip of Yaten’s tongue, a soft current, a sensation of something akin to electricity, fairly buzzes his through his veins and down his arms. He allows his eyes to close, fixating his attentions on directing his energy towards her.
It has been so long since he last initiated prolonged physical contact with another person, yet his stubborn tendencies shove such thoughts to the side to be dealt with later. Silver eyelashes fluttering against pale skin, Yaten can sense when the touch has been just enough. An exhalation laced with finality uttered, he pulls both of his hands back from her. “There.” Then, fingers interlocking behind his head, he continued, “Now, we should get going. I don’t want to wait too long and get stuck touring the museum with a crowd of other people.”
