My Land, My Rules

"Yeah," Gladio had to agree with the incredible ease and convenience of preparing Cup Noodle^TM with a grin, "but you heat up that water better than anyone."

So, you know, suck on that, Scientia.

But that soft kiss and the gentle touch of his cheek that accompanied Nell's request settled those jocular impulses. And while the idea of Soulwood 'watching over them' initially sent an odd feeling up his spine, he knew how much deeper it ran than that, that there was so many facets to the meaning there.

At first, his only answer was to kiss her again, leaning into it with his arm tight around her so that he could shift their position, just that little bit, easily, comfortably, and full of intention. An intention made even more clear when his hand then trailed down the side of her body, to her waist, to loosen the clothing there enough that his hand could slide under to touch her skin, sliding then to her back. There was a soft groan of appreciation for the contact, although it was hardly anything new. He pulled away to drop his head to send the next few slow kisses along her neck, then returned to her lips for another moment. He pulled back only enough to murmur "It'd be my honor," before kissing her again, but even that return was fleeting, before he was pulling away again to start peeling away her blouse.