i want you, do you want me, too

[icevi]

i really like you

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dan heng & march 7th

march 7th helps dan heng decompress after he goes full high elder sicko dragon mode with unexpected consequences. including deciding that if they're going to fool around they have to do it in march's room because dan heng's floor bed isn't comfortable for long-term cuddles.

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[exuviage]

[ He wasn't planning on doing something impulsive like that—but that's the definition of impulsive, isn't it? Not behaving as planned. Part of him wants to process things, but at the same time, another part of him is resistant to the idea of thinking at all. ]

Okay. [ With the feeling of March's mouth still fresh on his own, her cold hand on the back of his neck, he tries to think about what he wants. What he wants to do. ]

I'd... [ March looks up at him again, a familiar smile. And Dan Heng realizes, suddenly, like it's the most normal thing in the world, that he'd like to kiss her again. But he'd also like to stick his face in her hair, and take a deep breath. ]

[icevi]

( Huh? He wants what? March is silent for a little bit, in case Dan Heng wants to fill it in on his own, but when he doesn't she pokes his cheek with a cold finger, attempting to prompt him. )

You'd? Don't keep me waiting, Dan Heng!

( She's not actually that impatient, as full of a smile and good cheer as she is. Instead she focuses on making her fingers still cold, her nose as cold when she presses it against his. )

[exuviage]

[ Oh, finger... For a second, he's extra distracted, watching her digit enter his personal space slackjawed. It'd be easy to nip it. He'd like to nip it. The impulse rises in him, and he almost turns his head properly to catch her— when what he's doing finally hits him. This is bad. He can't bite March? Dan Heng's expression scrunches into a grimace of consternation, the bright pink flush creeping over his cheeks somehow increasing in intensity. His ears, in particular, are bright red, his mouth puckered into a tiny scowl. ]

I... I think I am becoming ill.

[ But he doesn't move his face away from hers, loath to abandon the comforting chill of her nose, her fingers on his cheek. ]

Please be... careful with your fingers... near my mouth...