The tiniest squeak, barely audible. Peridot doesn't move to correct where Lapis's hand lands next. But she does stiffen, nearly imperceptibly, and her wings tremble ever so slightly.
What's more telling is that the scales beneath the other gem's palm flush warm with the heat of Peridot's embarrassment. The feeling is tangible over their bond, too... Along with a distinct sense of fear, and an aching longing that she's trying and failing to mask. She's worried that she may have taken this a step too fast and too far, and that maybe Lapis doesn't want that kind of intimacy with her.
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The tiniest squeak, barely audible. Peridot doesn't move to correct where Lapis's hand lands next. But she does stiffen, nearly imperceptibly, and her wings tremble ever so slightly.
What's more telling is that the scales beneath the other gem's palm flush warm with the heat of Peridot's embarrassment. The feeling is tangible over their bond, too... Along with a distinct sense of fear, and an aching longing that she's trying and failing to mask. She's worried that she may have taken this a step too fast and too far, and that maybe Lapis doesn't want that kind of intimacy with her.