[There's only a moment of hesitation - shyness, more than anything - before that permission he's seeking is indeed granted. It's easy for her to go along with how he pulls her in towards him with the pressure of his hands at her back and she rests up against his chest, pushing the hand at his cheek up into his soft hair instead.
Her fingers play idly with the little 'wing' she finds there.
The fluttering in the pit of her stomach is far more of an encouragement than anything that might persuade her to stop. If there was any doubt that she had the same idea as Hypnos perhaps it would be dismissed by the way she so readily leans her entire body into him.]
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Her fingers play idly with the little 'wing' she finds there.
The fluttering in the pit of her stomach is far more of an encouragement than anything that might persuade her to stop. If there was any doubt that she had the same idea as Hypnos perhaps it would be dismissed by the way she so readily leans her entire body into him.]