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[ Fastest way to turn Noire from pale to RED in less than three seconds, really. ]

D-don't phrase it like that! It sounds questionable!

You'll... um, conduct activities on me? Acquaint yourself with my person?

[ HE THOUGHT IT WAS PRETTY VAGUE FROM THE START... ]

... Morgan, maybe it's better if we both just... have a silent understanding of it. [ But they're in-- and luckily, there's no one in her room, so Noire sighs quietly. ]

Um, would you like to sit, or...?

[ Silly Noire. ]

Don't mind if I do!

[ He closes the door behind him and promptly sits himself on her bed. They're here!! And. He looks up at her expectantly, for once set on initiating absolutely nothing. ]

I'm all yours.

[ That pulls a smile out of her, one soft and still a little shy-- but it's Morgan, so Noire feels braver about removing her boots and... well, she'd said she could climb into his lap on her own, so she'll perch there now.

And take a deep breath.

Or several.

It's nervewracking, honestly, but she reaches forward to learn by touch first, even with her gloves on. So she traces the curve of an ear, follows a cheekbone, trails a few fingers down the back of his neck as she ponders where to even begin. ]

[ He'll kick off his shoes too (so much simpler than his standard boots) and rest his arms around her as she settles in his lap. She can take her time steeling herself; he doesn't mind in the least, though he has to resist reaching up to her cheek to reassure her.

It pays off when her fingers glide over his jaw and neck, and he gravitates minutely toward her touch with a little smile. ]

Should I close my eyes?

That's really up to you. I... don't know if it's better for you that way?

[ Probably less embarrassing for Noire, but she ducks her head now to leave a neat line of kisses along his jaw. Okay, right, this is scientific research-- ]

Well, I'll give it a shot.

[ He closes his eyes. Their first kiss had been a nice surprise because of it, so this could be a whole bunch of nice surprises?? Research all around. And now he tilts his head to give her a better angle with a low, pleased hum, thumbs tracing little circles into her back. ]

[ He's not rushing her, only encouraging, and the gentleness of his touch bolsters her; she can do this. It really is less embarrassing with his eyes closed where she can gradually move her kisses a little lower, on various spots on his neck without much warning as to where or when she'll do it. ]

[ Oh... ]

Hey, that does feel nice.

[ Said with a dreamy, distracted air. When all he has to focus on is the careful caress of her mouth and the blind anticipation between each kiss, it's hard to care for much else. The blush... it returns. He pulls her a little higher up his lap without much purpose past wanting to be closer to her, heart already beginning to thump away. ]

[ He's really cute when he blushes, and she can smile at him fondly without him noticing, shifting a bit on his lap. ]

Um... anywhere in particular?

[ ...

THAT'S A VERY OPEN-ENDED QUESTION ]

Uh... um, everywhere?

[ That's a safe, all-encompassing answer... right ]

...

Er.

[ HOLD ON. ]

E-everywhere might be a little difficult... like this...

[ yes make him think the positioning is the problem. ]

... ...

[ noire no

HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BE A PART OF THIS CONVERSATION ANYMORE...

So he'll just huff (at himself, mostly) and drop onto his back, pulling her on top of him. And. Bang his head against the wall because tiny beds and not looking behind him. ]

Ack!

M-Morgan?! [ oh no, his poor head, she's already reaching out to pat it. ] Are you hurt??

[ leave him to wallow in his unsmoothness... ]

It's all right. I've had a lot worse. Mostly self-inflicted, actually...

[ with a little sigh, he slumps to fit his head on the bed. Noire's patting does feel nice though, so he'll gladly take more of that. ]

[ She'll change it to more of a stroking motion, soothing down the more unruly strands of hair. ]

I think it might be better if you took a little more care with yourself.

[ As the ache fades away and Noire's careful nursing remains, he opens an eye and cracks a smile at her. ]

I think I can say I've put my intentional head-thumping days behind me. I guess I've been so busy making memories here that I haven't had time to look for the old ones.

I know you want to remember anything, anyway... [ and she smiles back, before her expression turns more considering. ] Maybe when you return, you could ask my mother to work on it? I'm sure if she put her mind to it, she could come up with something to help with your memories.

I'll be sure to ask. And if it ends up working, we can try it with my mother too!

[ Getting to present an actual amnesia cure to his mom... Wouldn't that be fantastic? In any case, his head's feeling fine again and he won't be distracted (for long), so... ]

By the way, you can keep going... if you want to.

... I'd like to, but I'm not exactly sure how to...

[ without dying of embarrassment. ]

[ How...? ... gulp... More open-endedness and the bane that is his imagination. ]

I... I liked what you were doing before! But something different couldn't hurt either. Th-there's always... all this [ he spins a circle around his torso ] to consider too...

[ He's burning red THIS IS ALREADY TOO MUCH ]

Your... [ it's fine she's so far from pale that it's almost alarming. Boy torsos are embarrassing, apparently. ]

... I-I can try. If you don't mind rolling your shirt up.

[ This is said in a very small voice, granted. ]

[ ... Okay!! IT'S GO TIME. He reaches to grab the back of his collar, sits up just enough, and

pulls his entire shirt off with one pull, he'll just get that out of the way for her.

There are the usual scars -- usual for him, anyway. The faint slashing array from Rexcalibur, and the dark, straight-edged dagger slit underarm. It somehow makes the Mark of Naga on his breast look old and battered too, though it's touched by no scar. ]

[ She'd wondered about the Mark of the Exalt, briefly, but now she presses two fingers against it, her eyes only briefly flicking to the scars left from Rexcalibur's onslaught before she closes them with a hint of regret. She had never liked the thought of Morgan dying, but that reminder hurts the most, because that was when they'd fought him to the death. ]

Do any of them still hurt? [ It's barely a whisper. ]

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