[At first, Kaworu tries to play hard-to-get, leaning back a little, making Paul work break the barrier of his lips. But once he's through, Kaworu relents completely and melts into the kiss. No barriers between souls for one small moment.]
[ That's sentimentality for you. Paul kisses Kaworu again, to be sure he did it right, and pink-gold light is only a vague suggestion through his closed eyelids. The dawn is already here. They didn't need to go all this way.
But they did, and so Paul should see it through. He pulls back and nestles Kaworu's head against his chest, leaning back and trusting his centre of gravity to anchor him. ]
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Yes.
And I'm not standing on a bucket.
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[ That's sentimentality for you. Paul kisses Kaworu again, to be sure he did it right, and pink-gold light is only a vague suggestion through his closed eyelids. The dawn is already here. They didn't need to go all this way.
But they did, and so Paul should see it through. He pulls back and nestles Kaworu's head against his chest, leaning back and trusting his centre of gravity to anchor him. ]
You're still a better kisser than I am.