[She returns that kiss hungrily, her eyes closing as she leans into it. It's been four months since she's gotten to be kissed, and right now, Rosalind is eager to indulge herself. She's been looking at Majima since that night in the lagoon (and even before then; it's hard not to look when your first sight of a man is him slick with sweat and blood, triumphant and so vibrantly alive in a fight ring), and heaven knows she's liked what she's seen.
So yes, she's certain. But she doesn't know if he's asking out of hesitance for himself or her.]
I'm old enough to know what I want.
[She says it firmly, but not scoldingly. This isn't a reprimand. She brushes her hand through his hair, sweeping it back, and adds:]
no subject
So yes, she's certain. But she doesn't know if he's asking out of hesitance for himself or her.]
I'm old enough to know what I want.
[She says it firmly, but not scoldingly. This isn't a reprimand. She brushes her hand through his hair, sweeping it back, and adds:]
But we can leave it at this, if you'd like.