"I'm so sorry, this is fine, I'll be fine eventually, it's only this is functionally not very much compatibility and this is worse than I get in a typical dungeon and a typical dungeon takes me four to six hours to recover from with my usual partner with about just this much contact and lots of compatibility, I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight - I'm sorry, that's, that shouldn't be your problem -"

"-yes."

"It is nice to be in agreement about that but can I maybe have more than one word at a time please at least until I'm back at levels I have more practice handling -"

"-yes you can kiss me, it just took me a while to figure that out since I was so surprised at the request but it seems reasonable under the circumstances for you to do so and would be silly of me to refuse, especially given how much time I've already spent thinking that it would be nice to hug you."

"- oh," he says, and then he's lunging forward to kiss her, one hand still in hers and the other flying up to the back of her neck to track how she's moving her head.

Lucette really has no idea how to do this, but she can try to mimic what he's doing or something of that nature???? It's amazing how much easier it was the last time, when she couldn't think coherently herself.

That's okay! The technical competence of this kiss doesn't matter as long as it's okay that he's got his tongue in her mouth!

Sure, it's after all totally normal for an unmarried woman to have the tongue of her unmarried house guest in her mouth while she embraces him. Which she apparently started doing without noticing.

He has to breathe, eventually, and he can mostly do this through his nose but eventually he's going to need to gasp, because it's been a rough last fifteen minutes of his life. While he's in a position to speak: "Probably we should keep our clothes on?" But his voice is kind of cracking while he says it.

"-um. Uh. Sorry, I am having trouble with words due to being distracted by picturing you without your clothes."

"Well you don't have to merely imagine it if you don't want to I was just assuming." ...he's going to kiss her again before she can answer that.

So many things are happening! 

... what if her hand went and pulled at his shirt until it could get underneath it.

Why, he would moan into her mouth and sag against her gratefully, that's what would happen. Hypothetically. Why, is she a precognitive?

No, so she'll just have to discover it empirically.

- that sure is a good reaction. He should do more of that and less of having a shirt on. 

Yes absolutely please. "I don't know if I can figure out how anything you're wearing comes off," he mumbles against her cheek, "if that matters," and back to kissing.

"- do you want things I'm wearing to come off?" Lucette asks, while taking her own break to respond to Haru and also try to look at his newly revealed abs without moving her face too far away from his face.

"Mmmmmm uh I mean it's your business but yes."

Well, it's.... only fair.... or something of that nature, heavens, she did not realize abs could be that distracting.

She reaches behind her back to attempt to undo a button and almost immediately sends them both tumbling to the floor.

Well he would have caught them but he's already very backlashed and doesn't want to pile on a split second of flight on there. "Ow."

"-sorry I can't get my clothes off while this otherwise occupied."

"I can try, I just don't even normally wear complicated things from my own milieu -" It's just undoing buttons? He can undo buttons.

The first layer is just undoing buttons, and then the second one requries her pulling something over her head, and then she realizes that she was in night clothes so that was all the layers and now she's completely naked.

Haru wraps his arms around her and presses her to himself desperately and kisses her some more.

Oh wow that's really good and she can feel his entire torso against her and it's amazing and she almost but not quite forgets to feel incredibly embarrassed about all of this. Also she moans, like someone who is determined to make herself feel even more embarrassed and vulnerable than she thought possible.

If she can moan maybe he isn't kissing her hard enough. He can probably kiss her harder.