Fujiko doesn't move away or squirm when he does that: she can guess why he was doing it (he had always been ridiculously easy to read). While he did that she took the time to really drink in his presences, the feel of his chest rising and falling against hers, his scent, his face the feel of his hair brushing against her hands...it was all so beautifully familiar that she could scarcely believe this was all real.

"Well?" She asked, tilting her head so that their noses brushed, "Is Fujiko as beautiful as you remember~?"