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As most would say, females had the uncanny ability to interpret situations presented to them in whichever way they saw fit. Lilin was no exception - if anything, she had mastered the art doing so as an ego defence mechanism. It was better to brace oneself for negativity and not be caught by surprise, as opposed to having high expectations and consequently be victim to frequent heartaches. A flawed reasoning, perhaps, but it had saved her on many occasions. As an added bonus to all of her womanly traits, heated discussions very easily ignited her histrionic sense of pride. Saul's overall demeanor generally appeased her soul, providing the peace of mind needed for her to keep calm. In situations like this, however, where he too found it difficult to remain impassive; Lilin instinctively responded with the same level of irritation he exerted.
His growl was greeted with the parting of her maw, half-revealing her above row of pearly whites as a physical retort to his reaction. It wasn't enough to even be considered a snarl; her lip had barely curled and it twitched lightly with the flurry of emotions seen in his green irises. Her jaw quivered and closed when an explanation reached her receivers, one she assimilated in silence as he pivoted her body in his direction. She allowed him to do so without protest, although her gaze remained defiant. Determination allowed her to hold it there; even if his proclamation nearly caused it to falter and divert away. They were both young, filled with foolish strength of will. She remained silent for a moment, struggling to find a suitable reply. Anything she could have said was redundant, in a way. He knew the feeling was mutual; she wanted him too.
The icy tinge in her eyes melted with the unexpected brush of his tongue against the tip of her nose. She recoiled momentarily, unsure of how to bounce back from the surprise brought about by his touch. Lilin thanked him then and accepted his nod; it was the closure needed for them to move on and she wouldn't push it further. A shaky exhale abolished the last remnants of her frustration and she responded to his soft caresses by furtively giving his chest a compliant lick. ''Are you up for an evening swim?''
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