[One day, he and Mitsuru will have a perfectly nice conversation that isn't in a car. Maybe they can grab lunch together somewhere. Or just coffee. Hell, maybe just sitting around at the Vale. Just anything away from being stuck in a car and he normally likes cars!
But as she leans forward, feeling the warmth of her breath against him, Scott can't help but shove all those noisy complaints away. Hell, that song fades to the background for him. His eyes slip shut from behind his sunglasses, at least for a moment, before he closes their remaining distance, plush lips pressing against her own. Gently, at first, and still keeping that simple touch, even as he tilts his head just slightly to give them a better angle.
Her lips are soft, his mind supplies. And he wants to continue, his own subtly moving against hers. Should he check that the car's doors have unlocked yet? Give him a moment.]
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But as she leans forward, feeling the warmth of her breath against him, Scott can't help but shove all those noisy complaints away. Hell, that song fades to the background for him. His eyes slip shut from behind his sunglasses, at least for a moment, before he closes their remaining distance, plush lips pressing against her own. Gently, at first, and still keeping that simple touch, even as he tilts his head just slightly to give them a better angle.
Her lips are soft, his mind supplies. And he wants to continue, his own subtly moving against hers. Should he check that the car's doors have unlocked yet? Give him a moment.]