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[A standard pre-recorded message starts:]

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. [There are a few long moments of dead silence before someone draws a breath speaks in a stiff, uncomfortable tone:] Himura Tomoe... [and another long few seconds of silence where she apparently didn't realize how to stop the recording.] is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you have finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options. To leave a callback number, press five.

[BEEP]

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Don't get mad, but I think I'm about to be arrested. Please come bail me out?

[...]

What did you do?

[ he can feel the infinite difference as her barriers were passed through. this is a side of her he wanted to see for so long it didn't matter if only him or a few could witness such precious vulnerability.

a low jest — ]

Meanie...

[ you know, that still doesn't make up for the consequences of being with tomoe in this case. he lets go of her so she can serve him properly wherever they plan to eat dinner. ]

What if he bites me too? I never did that to my brother-in-law and Hijikata-san... well, even if I wanted to when he was Toshizo-san...

What? Nothing? Why? What have you heard? Are you trying to get me to admit to something???!!! [Someone isn't aware an old message was sent out.]

[She offers him a bowl with two duck rice balls perched in the curry before dishing up her own. She gives him a look, quirking a brow.]

I think you'll survive. Enishi is only nine, after all... [Though she trails off a little at that. He had been nine when she died... over two years ago.] He was a handful...

[She leads him over to the built in ledge along the main wall that could serve as a table, desk or work space, depending on the need. There were two chairs there already.]

What would you like to drink?

[...]

You just asked me to bail you out.

[ he's not convinced, and the upcoming pout proves it as he takes the bowl in his hands. ]

If he bites me I'll bite him back...

[ maybe. maybe not. not a sharp bite but one that tells the little brat who he's messing with. nothing that will make enishi run to her bitching and crying... hopefully.

seated in that simulated table against the wall, as much as he's starving, he rather wait for tomoe to sit and eat with him with a smile. ]

Whatever you have, thank you!

_______

[ dinner had been delicious and filling tomoe could see utter satisfaction with a sigh as he relaxed against the back of the chair, his wings fluttering slight and content with the change of mood — ah. he's starting to feel an itch on his left pleading edge, unfortunately he can't reach as much as he would like.

that makes him pout again. ]

Haaaa! My wings feel itchy I want to scratch them! I can't touch them myself!

[Tomoe sets the dishes together after dinner, putting the leftovers away for later use. She doesn't go as far as to actually do the dishes yet (though normally she would if she did not have company--she hated having her kitchen cluttered or dirty). She looks over to him as he complains, drying her hands on a towel before hanging it on the front of the oven, then comes to where he is sitting.]

Let me...

[It isn't complete altruism... because she very much wanted to touch the wings, had wanted to the moment she saw them on the video. She stands behind him and very carefully runs her fingers over the wing in question, feeling the sort of internal glee that a child might at finally getting to pet an elusive cat while watching his reaction to make sure it is ok.]

[ souji looks at her as a child would to a mother doing kitchen stuff, as he once did when he lived with his blood family, before the tingling was felt and tomoe approached him once again. clueless as to what will happen, he lets her touch him knowing she will get rid of the itch after some light scratching — ]

--?!

[ the sensation of her fingers over his wingbars triggered in him a noticeable shivering that causes a shaky moan out of him. it's like she's touching his —

a... aah...

[ o-oops!... that brings a hand to cover his mouth in abashment. with a sound like that which wasn't intended his face colors in red an awful lot. ]

[She huffs an amused laugh at the reaction. She can't even say that it is unexpected--it is Duplicity after all. Keeping her eyes trained on him she very carefully runs her fingers along the outer feathers, almost combing out to the tips of the guard feathers.]

... that sensitive...?

[They are soft, almost velvety in places. She continues to preen, tracing the edges of the guard feathers and straightening them out against others... and loving his reaction to her touch.]

[ a sound of want follows to the preening of his feathers, that he holds himself as the trembling continues to overcome his body. ]

To... mo... n-no--!

[ is she doing this on purpose? she's mean after all. this is too much as he feels the growing tingling not only on his wings but... down there. it's too embarrassing. ]

Edited 2021-04-13 01:32 (UTC)

[When she had been adorned with her feline attributes before her first Tumenalia she certainly remembered how sensitive they were... and the affect someone touching them had... And she also remembers how powerful she'd felt then... when she had 'caught her prey'... and had them under her control.]

[She grazed the edge of the wing one more time before setting her hand flat between them against his back, the other moving to his shoulder as she leans forward to speak near his ear.]

I'm sorry... should I stop...?

[She didn't really want to... but she didn't wish to make him uncomfortable... Well. At least not without knowing he was willingly surrendering to the discomfort, anyway... She certainly hadn't planned this... but. Well. Here they were.]

[ at that moment he didn't want her to stop, albeit the tingling sensation did overwhelmed him plenty. if tomoe's sharp-sighted she will notice his ears and what's most visible of his face flushed and perspiring. her voice against one of his ears just fueled the desire he tried to contain since his arrival to the loft. ]

N-No, it's--

[ how to say what he felt when she was caressing him? his wings retract in shyness. ]

When you did that--

[ his hands hide his groin late as she might have seen a glimpse of how it looked. his voice sounded strained. ]

It... felt, like you were touching me there.

I see... [she murmurs in response, her lips brushing the edge of his ear.] So... what you're saying is... don't stop...? [And to punctuate that question the hand between his wings slowly slides to the other wing, stroking the downy feathers at the base of the appendage where it emerged from his back before tracing along the bow of the wing to the tip of the first guard feather.]

[ with that tone in her voice his face and ears flush some more, eyelids lowered heavily, a shaky breath audible as he arches forward and head tilted back since her touch felt so fucking good on his wings. his fingers grip at the edges of the chair and tiny buds of sweat fall down his temple. ]

M-M... M-Mean--!

[ it's this torture he can enjoy and joke around with all the want that runs through his body. ]

[She leans in as he arches his back and bares his throat to her, kissing his pulse as she carefully traces the feathers of the other wing, offering up the same attention as she'd given its twin. She huffs a laugh against his skin, letting the hand at his shoulder slip below her shawl to fan out against his chest.]

How am I mean... for helping you with an itch...? [She murmurs against his throat, nipping his skin before drawing on it but not enough to leave a mark.]

[ ah... he had wanted her to do this so badly, since that christmas day when he denied her and lied to her face about not being able to give her what she wanted; when he returned home, he seeked constance instead... because he couldn't have both the girls he loved so ardently at the time. now he doesn't want to scare tomoe away, not when she's stirring his desire up with great passion with that kiss on the side of his neck.

that — that laugh... he never thought she could do this to him: at the mercy of her tease, weak, trembling, flushed and aroused. for a smile like the one he has seen in her, this switch of roles is certainly unexpected.

at her soft-spoken tone, his head tilts to the side towards her kissing, eyes shut, a shaky gasp escapes him with how her teeth grazed gently to catch that little skin spot. a hand settles atop hers on his chest, digging his nails on the back without hurting her. he feels his groin aching, wishes he could open the zip of his jeans to release what's bothering him but he's too focused on what she's doing to him.

it's like a dream come true, the memory of his body and the effect of the wings delighted for her touch and how tonight is when they are most happy together.

is this who she truly is behind that overcoming sadness? ]

[This was the sort of intimacy she craved. Easy and close... without expectation. Whatever would happen would happen and it would happen naturally--not because they were told but because it was what they wanted. Her almost-smile pulls at her lips against his neck as he leans toward her and catches her hand. A moment more and she shifts up to kiss him, skipping the chaste embrace entirely to run her tongue along his lips before dipping into his mouth. Her hand slides lower, fingers fanned out against his chest and then his abs and up again, causing the shawl she'd draped around him earlier to begin to fall away. Her hand leaves his wing then to help it pulling the fabric away entirely to leave it draped on the chair.]

[ most important, because she wanted it, as much as he did for so long. with eyes slight open, he realizes her changing position when a tiny sigh of her name is met with her tongue exploring his lips and next into his mouth. it was their first kiss, and he never imagined in his wildest dreams how such could turn him on so successfully. if her hands explore some more his chest and abs feel different after an intense sword training since back home, his nipples awakened to her touch they become hard and sensitive. the hand that freed hers goes up to cradle the back of her head, fingers laced between her blackest strands.

for this moment, he doesn't care about the shawl until she decides to take it off him, feeling the cool air of the room. he can't stop kissing her, his tongue seeking and meeting hers exhaustively, why would he after craving a kiss from her thinking they would never be intimate again? there's bliss in his kissing with a soft, childish sound at the back of his throat. ]

[She makes a small, pleased sound in the back of her throat as his fingers lace into her hair, always loving the feel of her hair being combed... or pulled. She has become a decent kisser after two years in Duplicity, not as fumbling as she had been at first. She slides her tongue against his, exploring his mouth and inviting him to do the same. Her arm wraps around him once the shawl has been removed and holds him close when she finally breaks away to catch her breath, pressing her temple to his. After a few moments more she straightens, tugging at his arm to get him to follow her the sparse few steps to the sofa.]

No I didn't. And why would I text you? They wouldn't let me go with you. I'd have to ask Knives to get me.

[ she had the longest, most precious and gorgeous hair of all, sometime later he might take an interest in pulling at it a little. souji's not an expert kisser either though being with constance and a few other girls has helped a lot with how he wants to kiss tomoe. many times he tried to think of how to ask for a kiss, afraid that she could step back for his nerve of doing so. tonight, he will make sure to kiss every part of her with how much he loves her. the invitation is taken, no hesitation or doubts get in the way to feel her lips and tongue being bold. he craves for her touch, that she touches and kisses him everywhere, bring him close to her as she does now, but they need to part to catch their breaths with a satisfied sigh after such a passionate kiss. and so he follows her lead to the sofa, on the verge of arousal for what's to come next. being with her like this is what he always wanted since christmas. ]

[She pulls close to him before they sit, her arms wrapping under his, her hands fanning against his back to pull him in as she presses her body to his bare chest, lamenting that her own sweater was still in place preventing skin-on-skin contact... but that would happen soon enough. For the time being she arches up to kiss him again, still pulling him close, as if she would be perfectly content to melt right into him. After a moment her hands creep up his spine until her fingers find the base of his wings again, carefully stroking at the base before gliding up along the underside of the primary feathers in a barely there touch.]

I have absolutely no idea, I was wondering the same thing.

[And here's a screenshot of her phone just to prove she isn't crazy. That sure is DonutDevourer saying "Don't get mad, but I think I'm about to be arrested. Please come bail me out?" followed by the rest of their conversation.]

Did you send this to anyone?

[It wouldn't be the first time messages had gone to the wrong people... but it didn't sound like this was even current.]

No! I haven't been arrested in... I think a month? So I haven't needed to text that in awhile.

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