[Matt does not have an aura - at least, not one that Pyrrha can recognize - but if he did she is absolutely certain it would be beautiful. Instead, she'll have to know him another way, and her free hand runs through Matt's hair, nails dragging gently along his scalp. They're embracing each other fully, a luxury Pyrrha doesn't have with many people - and Matt, even less so.
Pyrrha inhales a soft, shuddering breath when Matt pulls back, noses brushing. She smiles, letting her palm lay flat, over his heart. A steady thump-thump that almost feels like a battle drum.]
Only if it will not aggravate your injuries. [She steals another soft kiss from the corner of Matt's mouth.]
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Pyrrha inhales a soft, shuddering breath when Matt pulls back, noses brushing. She smiles, letting her palm lay flat, over his heart. A steady thump-thump that almost feels like a battle drum.]
Only if it will not aggravate your injuries. [She steals another soft kiss from the corner of Matt's mouth.]