He chuckles at the joke, even as she points out that it is one, and lets her turn his hands over as she likes. When she tarts kissing his fingers, his brows lift, but he makes exactly no move to pull away. She wants him and, for a moment, he's not entirely sure what to say--nobody ever wants him. But...what did Beleth have to gain by lying about it?
He looks a little starstruck as he watches her and there's only a quick pause, about the span of a thudding heartbeat, before he reaches his free hand up and smooths his thumb across her cheek. His smile is less roguish than stupid as he leans in and presses his lips to hers. It's probably a shit idea, she's one of his best friends these days, but Varric is nothing but a connoisseur of shit ideas.
Beleth is no stranger to terrible ideas herself, and she's acutely aware of the various terrible ways that this could go wrong. But it is extraordinarily hard to recall them, or particularly care, when Varric is looking at her like that, and touching her so softly. And then he kisses her, and all the worries crowding her head go silent all at once. This may be a shitty idea, but it certainly feels good.
The kiss is returned with enthusiasm, as Beleth tries not to grin like an idiot into it. Play it cool, bard. You're supposed to be super smooth. Or at least try to act like it.
She pulls just slightly away from him, and softly bumps her forehead to his. "I should be the one telling you that you can do better, you know. You're taking all my lines." While she speaks, her free hand idly rests on his shoulder, then begins to drift down towards his chest. Because you can only have so much willpower when it comes to certain things, particularly when the other person likes flaunting it so much.
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26/12/17 15:39 (UTC)He looks a little starstruck as he watches her and there's only a quick pause, about the span of a thudding heartbeat, before he reaches his free hand up and smooths his thumb across her cheek. His smile is less roguish than stupid as he leans in and presses his lips to hers. It's probably a shit idea, she's one of his best friends these days, but Varric is nothing but a connoisseur of shit ideas.
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26/12/17 22:29 (UTC)The kiss is returned with enthusiasm, as Beleth tries not to grin like an idiot into it. Play it cool, bard. You're supposed to be super smooth. Or at least try to act like it.
She pulls just slightly away from him, and softly bumps her forehead to his. "I should be the one telling you that you can do better, you know. You're taking all my lines." While she speaks, her free hand idly rests on his shoulder, then begins to drift down towards his chest. Because you can only have so much willpower when it comes to certain things, particularly when the other person likes flaunting it so much.