[ Only Setsuna could do this, she thinks in the split second before he kisses her, get her from screaming furious to supple and sweet in a mere few moments. Whether his incomprehensible acceptance of the less than gentile sides of her or his self-appointed status as her protector, or simply her wanting somewhere to belong -- once his lips touch hers, the reasons no longer matter. She may not need him in the way she wishes she could, but she wants to, and that has to mean something. ]
[ She's never been able to hide from him, not for long, so she kisses back the same way she always is with him -- with all of herself, all her tumbling feelings, all the raw power that she knows he can handle. ]
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[ She's never been able to hide from him, not for long, so she kisses back the same way she always is with him -- with all of herself, all her tumbling feelings, all the raw power that she knows he can handle. ]