Kisa is a trembling mess beneath his teeth and tongue. When Seokga’s hands tug questioningly at the hem of her shirt, she nods almost frantically. Yes. Yes. Nerves swarm in her belly as he gently lifts the shirt over her head, but they’re the good sort of nerves, she supposes. The kind that has her making embarrassingly incoherent sounds as her head falls back and Seokga’s lips trail a path toward her cleavage, one finger sliding a bra strap from her shoulder. Kisa squirms under his mouth, wanting more, and shakily unhooks the clasp. Seokga’s eyes darken with lust as she drops her bra to the floor next to the bed. Underneath his gaze, her nipples peak in desire and she bites her lip as Seokga stills, his breathing shallow.

Has she gone too far, too fast? She’s never done anything like this before. Perhaps that’s why she’s been so quick to bare herself to him, having (to a bit of her own disappointment) died without ever being intimate with anybody. Kisa hesitates.

Or perhaps Seokga’s remembering Hani’s perfect breasts…Kisa’s are smaller, and she’s fairly certain that they might be a bit, well, uneven. She was only following what her body longed for, but maybe she should have waited…

“Fuck, Kisa,” her god whispers, head dropping forward. “You’re perfect.”

—she’s—everything—

She flushes in pleasure at the praise.

“Kisa,” he continues, “I don’t know…if I start, I don’t know if I can stop…”

“So don’t stop,” she tells him, barely recognizing the huskiness of her voice. She wants it all, tonight. Before the cruise ship resumes its course, before she’s faced with an impossible decision.

“Are you sure?” the god asks, and she realizes he’s trembling with restraint, the veins in his arms standing visible as he holds himself up above her. The red thread between them is shaking with anticipation, and as Kisa gazes up at him, it carries her red lust down its length toward Seokga.

“Just go slow,” she whispers, and he nods, his expression so tender as he closes his mouth against one pointed peak and sucks. Kisa’s entire body tautens like a bow as he bites the underside of her breast with an almost contradictory tenderness and plays with the other, squeezing and pinching as he kisses her stomach. “Wait,” Kisa whispers as his fingers dip underneath the hem of her pants. “You first.”