Cute, little Noel Vermillion didn't know a thing about love. As Hazama held her this close -- so close that it almost felt suffocating -- Noel couldn't help but wonder if there some sort of meaning behind this. A meaning she hadn't quite yet realized.
As their lips parted, moving fervently, and sweet whispers prickling her ears, her heart grew heavy. It didn't truly hit her, not really; that up to this point she'd never been kissed before. She'd never experienced this sort of intimacy, innocent though it may seem. It wasn't the same as her parents kissing her goodnight. It wasn't the same as Makoto creeping into her bed for some platonic cuddling because she looked so "lonely". This was... different. Maybe, for that reason, Noel desperately wanted to trust Hazama just this once. Hope that these actions were for some greater good in his mind.
Noel was lost. Those very same actions that were being thrust upon her left her feeling lost in her own thoughts. The movement of her lips seemed almost mechanical against his own, complying with every little instruction of movement -- like a puppet on strings.
And somehow, as crazy as it seemed, she couldn't help but consider this notion being not as horrifying as she originally suspected. Even in the stifling darkness that surrounded the pair, the arms that secured her against their owner made her feel strangely... safe.
Were her thoughts betraying her? Was Noel that sick for something other than the lifeless interaction she dealt with on a daily basis in the office?
It was not until she felt the very same hand that had her feeling safe move lower and lower that she snapped out of the conflicting thoughts. Again, she began to feel hopelessly unsure. Yet, despite wanting to protest, Hazama seemed rather persistent in shutting her up.
She nearly jumped out of his hold at the feeling of cold fingertips curling around the warmth of her thigh. Noel's eyes shot open, darting around nervously as she began to tug at his clothing. No, no! This is too fast! would be something she would say if she could actually speak.
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Cute, little Noel Vermillion didn't know a thing about love. As Hazama held her this close -- so close that it almost felt suffocating -- Noel couldn't help but wonder if there some sort of meaning behind this. A meaning she hadn't quite yet realized.
As their lips parted, moving fervently, and sweet whispers prickling her ears, her heart grew heavy. It didn't truly hit her, not really; that up to this point she'd never been kissed before. She'd never experienced this sort of intimacy, innocent though it may seem. It wasn't the same as her parents kissing her goodnight. It wasn't the same as Makoto creeping into her bed for some platonic cuddling because she looked so "lonely". This was... different. Maybe, for that reason, Noel desperately wanted to trust Hazama just this once. Hope that these actions were for some greater good in his mind.
Noel was lost. Those very same actions that were being thrust upon her left her feeling lost in her own thoughts. The movement of her lips seemed almost mechanical against his own, complying with every little instruction of movement -- like a puppet on strings.
And somehow, as crazy as it seemed, she couldn't help but consider this notion being not as horrifying as she originally suspected. Even in the stifling darkness that surrounded the pair, the arms that secured her against their owner made her feel strangely... safe.
Were her thoughts betraying her? Was Noel that sick for something other than the lifeless interaction she dealt with on a daily basis in the office?
It was not until she felt the very same hand that had her feeling safe move lower and lower that she snapped out of the conflicting thoughts. Again, she began to feel hopelessly unsure. Yet, despite wanting to protest, Hazama seemed rather persistent in shutting her up.
She nearly jumped out of his hold at the feeling of cold fingertips curling around the warmth of her thigh. Noel's eyes shot open, darting around nervously as she began to tug at his clothing. No, no! This is too fast! would be something she would say if she could actually speak.