Their tongues were not the only dancers in this waltz. By Ai's machinations, their bodies were brought closer. Gone were her hands from Solomon's chest, those arms used instead to ensnare his neck after making the trip up both shoulders. No negative reaction would come from Solomon. Ah, but there remained a reaction of sorts nonetheless. With neither opening nor desire to retreat, he pushed forward. A hand formerly held against the bookshelf was moved. Soon enough, both his forearm and Ai's back would be against the books instead.
From there, it seemed there was no end in sight. All dances came to an end, but this would not be doing so any time soon. There were some very short breaks triggered by Solomon, though the sole purpose for each was breathing. That 'steam' Ai gave consideration to felt somewhat real to Solomon. Of course, the likely culprit was warm breath from his own mouth bouncing back against his own face during those pauses. It was always the most interesting thing, feeling one's own mana after ricocheting off a compatible partner. This was the sort of simplicity his father always spoke of ─ little things that one only noticed in the heat of a moment, yet things that could make a world of difference when realized.
From there, it seemed there was no end in sight. All dances came to an end, but this would not be doing so any time soon. There were some very short breaks triggered by Solomon, though the sole purpose for each was breathing. That 'steam' Ai gave consideration to felt somewhat real to Solomon. Of course, the likely culprit was warm breath from his own mouth bouncing back against his own face during those pauses. It was always the most interesting thing, feeling one's own mana after ricocheting off a compatible partner. This was the sort of simplicity his father always spoke of ─ little things that one only noticed in the heat of a moment, yet things that could make a world of difference when realized.
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