Sage sort of just gaped over at the girl as she kept talking, moving to half heartedly whack her shoulder. He could reach that without hurting too much, and he didn't exactly want to whack her face, so a shoulder was fine. Though, he doubted he could hurt her in this state even if he tried and did hit her face.

"No," he sort of squeaked when she mentioned him liking the teasing. He managed a sort of sputter when she teased about him wanting a kiss....mostly because all of a sudden, now that she was so close, and bringing it up....he sort of did. No, that was a lie. Now he really did want her to kiss him, but he couldn't just admit that. She wasn't even sure he was her friend, they were trying to to figure that out. She wasn't going to actually do it. Right? His mind was spinning but in all honesty, he couldn't form words. This was taking too much brain power.

He knew he needed to respond, but he couldnt really form an entire sentence....he was just staring at her, gaping, face flamming. He needed to look away and respond ...but he couldn't. Fuck. Shit. Oh hell no. Oh hell yes. This was ....a slight issue. But he wasn't sure he minded entirely.

Sage had froze when she came closer, breath catching in his throat slightly. Was he that obvious? Or was she just messing around, hoping for a reaction? Probably a little bit of both, given the fact that she kept pressing closer to him. Well. He was efficiently fucked. Now she knew what to do if she ever wanted to fluster him.

When she tilted his chin up, he felt his breath hitch, eyes widening slightly. His hands sort of froze on her arms, not pushing her away but no longer sure of what to do with himself. He could feel her heat....her breath swirling down his neck. Dammit.....he wasn't getting out of this easily, was he? But if he admitted he wanted it what would she think? Would she retreat? Would it ruin what they had, make it awkward?

When she spoke up again though, softly, he sort of just shook his head slightly, wordlessly. "What do I even say," he sort of breathed after a moment, a slight chuckle adding to it. He aort of left the option up to her....he hoped she'd make the move. He wasn't sure he could. He'd been used too many times to reach out that way. But he could accept her hand, if that's what she wanted.

Sage felt his face flare up again when she moved closer, tilting his head up towards her. He hadn't exposed his throat like this in years, if ever....even when he was in bed with other women, forced or a drunken stupor....he'd never given him anywhere vulnerable to get at. But her? He sort of liked the vulnerability that came with it.

Her fingers left burning lines on his skin, but it felt nice. It all felt nice....and he had to admit he was getting a little impatient. He shuddered slightly when she whispered in his ear, breath letting out a soft hiss at the sound.

When she leaned in, he let her, moving to linger by her lips, practically shaking by then. But he rather liked it. He didn't need to act strong around her...he could just be himself. And she....maybe sort of....loved him for it. For him, not just his body. Though, if that was what she wanted, he'd give it to her. Simply because he's take what he could get. But he did hope she loved him, because he was sort of thinking he loved her.

Jora gave Sage a second, a moment to retreat or push her away, a moment to tell her he did not want this. When he did not move away, she lowered her lips onto his, her eyelashes fluttering closed. It was a soft touch, barely there. Jora felt electricity spark through her veins and ignite a fire under her skin. She then pulled away, unsure how he would react. She never kissed anyone before, and was sure she was terrible at it. She trailed kisses down his neck, soft and feather-like. "You're amazing" she says after a moment, "Surpassed my expectations" she added, opening her eyes to meet his before wrapping her arms around his neck.

Sage appreciated the pause...it was clear Jora wanted this as much as he did, but she gave him the choice to back out of it. It was such a simple thing, and get it proved to him how much she did like him. Love him, even. If all she'd wanted was his body, she'd have made a move before he was hurt anyway. But this showed him that she'd rather back away if he'd gotten uncomfortable than do what she wanted. And that was important to him.

He did want her though, and met her lips happily, eyes closing after a moment, a soft hum coming from his throat. A sort of breathy one, like something in his chest had melted.

He kept his eyes closed when her lips moved down his skin, though he did tilt his head slightly so she had plenty of room. His whole body felt like it was on fire ..and he was sort of annoyed he was hurt this badly. Not that either of them were necessarily ready to jump into bed right away ...at least, he knew he wasn't....but still.

He let out a breathless chuckle at her comment, wrapping his arms around her gingerly, in an attempt to not hurt himself. "I still think you're nuts," he chuckled. "Howd I manage to seduce you with drooling in a blood deprive stupor and a trauma dump," he half teased, though he was rather curious about that one.

(lol, ik. Sage doesn't know what to do with himself poor baby xD)

If sage had known that's what this feeling was ...maybe he would've tried to figure it all out sooner. Maybe he would've done something rash. Though, that could have been both ways. If someone had told him he'd fall in love with someone on that ship before he's gone in for supplies, he probably wouldn't have let himself meet anyone. He'd have sent her back right away. Or....maybe not. Maybe he'd have accepted it sooner. Maybe they could have had this conversation when he wasn't so weak. The adrenaline rush was the only thing keeping him awake right now, after all.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly in response to her comments, though, grinning even though he knew she would give able to see his face. "Well, who am I to judge," he mused after a moment, mind circling back to some of the things he'd told her about.

Was she really ok being with someone who was essentially a hooker? A whore? It appeared so. He couldn't understand it all ....or any of it really....but he was just glad she felt the way she did.

He was keenly aware of her fingers on his skin...the warmth of her body pressed close to him. And how he still had nothing on his torso but a few bandages. Her hands were on his skin....and he had to admit he quite liked the feeling. "I can't give you much right now," he noted softly after a moment, sort of feeling guilty about it. He didn't know how much she wanted right now....the way she was still kissing his neck and moving her hands along his skin indicated she wanted more than just a kiss. But he couldnt do that, mentally or physically. And he felt bad about it. Which was probably stupid but ...the only times he'd slept with someone's was because they wanted his body. This was different....she had actual feelings for him. But still, how much would she want that? Would his hesitation drive her off? He hoped not. He'd sleep with her to keep her there, but he doubted she'd want that either.