Winter's Bounty [Aina/Cala]

Cala could never put into words exactly how much they resonated with Aina's decision in that moment. Just as they had displayed themselves as a being of action by kissing her so too did she show the same value by, instead of leading with words and promises, throwing the bottle out the window into the trash. Discarding it entirely over their one expressed concern. Only then did her words come, a promise backed by action and decisiveness, despite her own description of herself as tipsy or loose, and Cala inclined their head forward in understanding.

Though what came next.... that cooing voice and the returned kiss.... perhaps it should not have surprised them, seeing as how she had just shown herself to be a woman of action, but despite being the more analytical of their two halves Cala was still wholly inexperienced when it came to this sort of thing. Their earlier kiss having been a spur of the moment decision and now as she made her own similar decision Cala returned it, savoring her in return and as her hand went to their neck their own hands circled her waist. Something unspoken drawing them closer to her and though they did not see as she did they did meet her eyes with their blind, masked face.

As Aina admitted she too had been surprised and, subsequently, quite swept up in their emotions Cala had to admit to themselves that they now had something closer to an understanding of why their other half struggled so intensely with sorting them out. It was exhilarating, it was terrifying, it was wonderful and it was... overwhelming. They were, perhaps, still the colder of the two as their attention narrowed in on how Aina had phrased her words, but now? Now they would be quite a bit more inclined to argue that their other self was the smarter of the two. If this is how they always felt, emotions rushing all over and mind struggling to keep up, they must be. But, putting all that aside, Cala moved closer to Aina out of instinct, hands resting on the small of her back and chest gently pressing against her own as they leaned in, kissed her cheek, and murmured quietly.

"You did not expect to be kissed like that? When you are so.... wonderful?"

Pulling their head back Cala would keep their head close enough for their breathe to mingle together, nearly for their masked forehead to touch Aina's own, as their low, conflicted tone spoke to her just above a whisper.

"Then what did you expect to be kissed like?"

Cala tilted their head as she question them, about making her gush to death, her own timidity and concern over this so very obvious. At being called wonderful themselves they exhaled softly through their nose, not quite a laugh, but closer to one than this side of them had ever done before. They were curious, however, in what ways they were wonderful as she so insisted. They did not see it, not only for being half a being, but in what they WERE beyond that. In the grand scheme of things they had hardly been sentient for very long and had evolved from nothing short of a true, mindless monster. What, they wondered, could be so wonderful about them?

As Aina explained her inexperience, how the kiss had surprised her, and that is was her first kiss Cala nodded along with her. Agreeing, word for word, with everything she said as it was as true for them as it was for her. Even if they had been the one to initiate the kiss they had hardly planned it, in fact, thinking back they had never even considered romance a possibility. That distinctly dour fact was cast aside, however, as Aina puffed out her cheeks in a manner both amusing and adorable. An act that brought a tiny smile to their lips, fangs glinting softly from behind ever so slightly parted lips, and they would hum a soft, contemplative noise. Slowly shaking their head.

"We have not. This is just as many Firsts for us as it is for you and we are similar in that we both have been, or could be, someone else. "

Staying quiet for a brief moment Cala would not truly know what to do next. A deeply-rooted, gnawing part of them told them to kiss her again, to pull her closer and hold her too tightly to ever let go of, but a distinctly louder voice, not of their other self but of their own conscious, told them to be gentle and savor her and yet that ancient part.... that primal part.... suggested another option. To truly, utterly, make her a part of them, so that her spirit would never, could never, be separate. That thought, which they normally at least considered, revolted them immensely. Their face contorting in... well... disgust for a brief moment before they shook their head again and drew her closer. Not pressing their bodies together firmly, intimately, and they would exhale a heavy, excited breathe.

Cala's demeanor... changed subtly... their grip on her became more firm, claws softly digging into her back, not enough to hurt, but to press the skin. Their breathe was heavier, more labored, and they simply.... stared at her. Wordless. Focused. Only for them to lean in and kiss her again, this time now just as eager as the first, but more purposeful, more hungry, those claws gently roaming her back in small, teasing scrapes that just barely nicked the skin. They had only just begun to truly sink into the kiss, for that bubbling desire to well up enough within them that even their clothing felt too much a restriction when... they froze. That primality, that insatiable need to devour, surged forward and they... pulled away. Detaching from her entirely and stepping back.

Cala seemed.... surprised or perhaps it was more accurate to say subtly frightened. Though they were incredibly neutral in expression their energy turned sharp and severe, their head jerking to the side to 'look' away from her even as their other self's attention was roused from the depths of their consciousness in concern. Their breathing still labored, their claws still tingling with the sensation of holding Aina, they would murmur softly in between two heady pants. Their voice dripping with a low chastisement not of Aina, but themselves.

"How..... unexpected...."

Cala would not know if them having the other's first kiss was romantic or not, they were still entirely new to this concept as things stood, but they did feel a certain amount of... gravity in the fact that Aina was their first kiss. A gravity only reinforced by Aina stating they were in whatever came next together. Was this romance? If so it gave them a lot to think about moving forward or, at least, it would have was their rational mind not entirely on vacation as they swept her up in another series of heated, exploratory kisses. An act that ended as quickly as it began as they felt a new kind of hunger threaten to engulf them, a hunger directed solely at Aina, and one they were not at all accustomed to processing.

Whether she knew it or not the moment Aina pulled Cala's face into her bosom, regardless of her words of taking their own pace, the pace was hardly their own to pick anymore. That heavenly, gentle softness pressing in from al sides upon their face, their mask, their head, it did not blind them like it would others but it did make the soft kiss to the forehead of their Hollow mask seem a much more symbolic gesture. A gesture that, as Cala's self control crumbled, they appreciated with their last few coherent thoughts before their hands slid down Aina's back in soft, gentle motions before gripping her backside in two, if slightly confused, rather eager handfuls.

Any space between the two remaining would vanish as Cala bodily pulled Aina's form the distance between them, pressing into her, pulling her close, their lips trailing over the valley of her chest before Cala's arms encircled Aina like two serpents, holding her tight before lifting her and all but mumbling into her chest.

"My pace....... not anymore. Now...."

Beginning to walk before even finishing speaking Cala husked the one word they knew at least could vaguely convey their intentions.

"Bedroom.~"