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Third Floor Commonroom - Tuesday, afternoon - 9/02

The fact that he was in the kitchen probably surprised no one, but what he was doing probably looked a little funny. The candy thermometer, the multiple pots, all the cleaning...

Summer ice was not an easy thing to make. He still had a few faint lines on his arms from when he'd first tried to make it after Sarima's sisters had been taken.

That said, the scent of rosewater and lemon and sugar was high on the air and everything was going smoothly. He already had his first batch on the counter, the second in the fridge and the last he was just finishing up.

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"Well, as I've told you before, you're always welcome to visit," he said, smiling just a little wider than usual as he leaned up into her hand a little like a cat. His hair was very thick but oddly soft; he'd gotten it from his mother though he'd probably never know.

It was nice and Amber didn't mind twirling her fingers in amongst the soft curls for a moment. "You have very nice hair, Liir."

He was utterly still other than the slight leaning of his head to her fingers. His eyes slipped closed and a content little smile settled on his face.

Wait, she'd said something.

"Hmm? Oh. Thank you. It never listens."

"It's beautiful.." she murmured, watching her fingers twirl and twine. "I must get this from my ma; playing with hair. I could touch yours for hours."

It was a little pathetic, a voice said within, how eager he was for such a simple piece of human contact.

He meant to say something clever, or perhaps just agree with her, but it came out more of a happy sigh.

The sigh made her smile and she threaded her fingers back further through his hair. She wouldn't stop, not until he finally pulled back. She knew what it was like to have her hair touched and even though this was a little different, she knew he had to like it, else the happy sigh never would have escaped.

He slumped a little against the counter and his head moved a little as her fingers shifted in his hair. The usual tension, the tightness of muscles, the almost stilted way he had about him... that was gone, relaxed into the pleasant sensation of someone else's affection.

The likelihood of him pulling back was very low. Falling over from tripping on his own feet since he couldn't be bothered to keep track of them at the moment?

Eminently probable. He was only lucky that there was a counter.

Amber felt him relax and it made her feel good that he was that comfortable with her. It almost made her aware of their situation and with a slight shift of her body, well, more than slight, she sort of scooted down some on the counter, closer to him that if he wanted, he could lean into her. Her other hand reached up to join the first and her eyes swept over his face. He seemed so peaceful. "You're so beautiful," she whispered very lightly.

A little smile. He'd heard her.

And he didn't say anything, because he didn't want to wreck things, even if he didn't understand how she could say it. Some things, he'd learned, you weren't supposed to understand.

He was careful and put his elbow on the counter now before curving it, should she want to, well, erm, it wasn't quite a hug, but it was some manner of cuddle.

As he did, he attempted speech. Somewhat blissed out of his usual patterns, what he said was a bit odd.

"Thank you."

She giggled a little. Softly. Tenderly, and moved into the cuddle while still keeping one hand to his head, her fingers through his hair. Her other hand went to his shoulder, wrapping around him in a way so that he could come in against her. "You're welcome."

His shoulder shook a little, though he didn't so much move as curl up against her as he could with her on the counter and him standing.

"This is rather an awkward place for this sort of thing. I hope you don't mind."

"It's very awkward," she giggled some more, thinking it was funny.

He did too, really.

"Not terribly. Though somewhat public."

"Pfft. I don't care about the public. What would they see? Us hugging awkwardly? That's nothing. Now if we were kissing..." Amber shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't care then either."

He tipped his head back a little to look up at her and chuckled just a little.

"Oh, don't tempt me."

And then he blinked as he realized how she might take that and hoped he hadn't insulted her.

Amber stared at him, into his eyes, then at his mouth. And she leaned forward, just barely, but enough to make her intention clear. Liir shouldn't have said that, because kiss him she would if he allowed her to.

He leaned up and finished the strange, wonderful circuit, the world switching on brighter and warmer than it had been even at so light a brush.

Dizzy. He was definitely dizzy. Warm and bright and swimming, just a little.

Her hand found his cheek and she caressed gently with her fingers, his mouth soft and warm against hers. Amber realized in that moment that she's wanted to kiss him for a very long time.

He leaned up, pressing with the balls of his feet to boost himself just a little and realizing that she wanted him to kiss her, did.

Her lips parted, slightly, but not much as somewhere in the back of her mind was the word 'public'. Still, she was as good as her word. She didn't care, not really. Wanting to kiss Liir mattered more than that.

Liir cared about Amber, though, and he knew that sometimes she did get flustered over things. He leaned in a little to deepen the kiss before needing to breath.

He pulled back only so much as required.

"That was... surprising. And wonderful."

As romantic lines went, it wasn't much of a winner, but his head was still swimming and he was doing everything he could to block out the rest of the signals he was getting from his senses. How warm she felt, the weight of her against his arm, her hand still in his hair, the scent of her so close; even the touch of her shadow over him from the light seemed to hold a presence, something tangible.

Breathing was good and when he pulled back, she did just that. But she also did it while blushing. The kiss was spontaneous even though she had mentioned it and she hoped she hadn't forced it on him.

Surprising. Wonderful. Amber squeed a little inside. She gave one last sweep through his hair before she dragged her fingers down his cheek and away, to finally fall in her lap.

"It was wonderful. Thank you."

He swallowed, unwilling to ask for more like an ingrate or a beggar, before nodding.

"Thank you as well."

She smiled at him and couldn't help herself; she leaned forward once again to press her lips to his. Just a quick kiss, but enough of one that she wished, without a doubt, that they were somewhere else.

He didn't begrudge her the kiss in the least. In fact, he rocked forward as if to follow her, though he didn't do so too far as he didn't want to be rude.

"You taste of summer ice," he said intelligently. His cheeks went red.

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