( And there it is again: a gently kind of tentativeness that Nico wouldn't expect of someone who'd done much of this before. Hubert's touch is barely-there, his lips move only to match her own movements, and Nico can't help but smile into the kiss as she realises that he really is untried in the ways of kissing. Too busy orchestrating wars and serving Lady Edelgard, no doubt, although at the very least this puts to rest any niggling ideas that maybe she and he were something ... more.
She licks his lower lip gently, just to see how he might react, before pulling away just enough so that she can speak again. )
You can touch me, y'know. If you want.
( One hand moves to his wrist, guiding his hand down from where it settles against her own to touch the curve of her waist. )
... I'd, uh. I'd like it if you did.
( Another experiment: Hubert seems to respond well to her suggestions, whether he's begrudging about them or no, and it isn't too far a stretch to imagine a life as a retainer means he feels comfortable receiving instruction. If that's the case? Well, Nico is more than happy to oblige. She kisses him again, this time letting her own hand move to the warm of Hubert's chest, where she splays her palm against his sternum as their lips slot together again. )
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( And there it is again: a gently kind of tentativeness that Nico wouldn't expect of someone who'd done much of this before. Hubert's touch is barely-there, his lips move only to match her own movements, and Nico can't help but smile into the kiss as she realises that he really is untried in the ways of kissing. Too busy orchestrating wars and serving Lady Edelgard, no doubt, although at the very least this puts to rest any niggling ideas that maybe she and he were something ... more.
She licks his lower lip gently, just to see how he might react, before pulling away just enough so that she can speak again. )
You can touch me, y'know. If you want.
( One hand moves to his wrist, guiding his hand down from where it settles against her own to touch the curve of her waist. )
... I'd, uh. I'd like it if you did.
( Another experiment: Hubert seems to respond well to her suggestions, whether he's begrudging about them or no, and it isn't too far a stretch to imagine a life as a retainer means he feels comfortable receiving instruction. If that's the case? Well, Nico is more than happy to oblige. She kisses him again, this time letting her own hand move to the warm of Hubert's chest, where she splays her palm against his sternum as their lips slot together again. )