[There was a quiet catch of breath as he said her name, as he looks at her with a little more of his barrier removed. She's in awe of his face, how wonderful it is to see his honest feelings. She leans into his hand when he touches her, savoring the warmth of his touch and of the part of himself that he's showing her.]
[A soft exclamation of contentment leaves her lips ever so slightly parted when he meets her. Lacus doesn't move beyond her eyes slipping shut, wanting this to be Lockon showing her, for once, what he wanted. A spark of warmth rises with the recognition that this is genuine. He's still holding back, but she doesn't mind at all -- this gives her hope that someday, she will be gifted with seeing his true self, all of it. For now, though, this is more than she would have thought possible, and for that she is grateful.]
[She won't be the one who pulls back; she will accept as much as he wishes to offer, and so she brushes her lips over his slowly, gently, accepting his feelings and offering her own in return.]