He wants to say she breaks down his defenses; the ones that keep everyone that safe distance he needs them to be. It's not impossible to wear them down, believe it or not. Chewbacca did it. But it's not as if she wore them down, so much as he had no defense for her at all.
He's okay with that.
It's going to be a vicious cycle of her leaning all close to him and him not wanting to let her go, isn't it? The golden strands of her hair pressing against his cheek remind him exactly of how soft all of her features are when they're juxtaposed to his own. Where he smells of man-made cleansers that were mass produced somewhere, she smells like a field of wildflowers after a gentle rain.
The contact reminds him of how good she felt with him.
"Oh, it's clear that the rain found you, sweetheart." He murmurs again in the velvet tones he has when he speaks low and softly. "I just got this feeling we might end up doing things that will make a mouth dry."
He does kinda have to let her go to get that drink, though. Oh well. He'll have to count on her letting him pick up where they left off later. He gestures to the stool, if she wants to sit, he did end up pushing it out from the bar a little bit when he saw her. In the meantime, he'll get his self standing up tall and making eye contact with the bartender so that he can get his lady a lemonade.
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Date: 2016-07-07 03:52 pm (UTC)He's okay with that.
It's going to be a vicious cycle of her leaning all close to him and him not wanting to let her go, isn't it? The golden strands of her hair pressing against his cheek remind him exactly of how soft all of her features are when they're juxtaposed to his own. Where he smells of man-made cleansers that were mass produced somewhere, she smells like a field of wildflowers after a gentle rain.
The contact reminds him of how good she felt with him.
"Oh, it's clear that the rain found you, sweetheart." He murmurs again in the velvet tones he has when he speaks low and softly. "I just got this feeling we might end up doing things that will make a mouth dry."
He does kinda have to let her go to get that drink, though. Oh well. He'll have to count on her letting him pick up where they left off later. He gestures to the stool, if she wants to sit, he did end up pushing it out from the bar a little bit when he saw her. In the meantime, he'll get his self standing up tall and making eye contact with the bartender so that he can get his lady a lemonade.