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[She loved his touch, loved being held--just the warm, gentle appreciation. She had spent so long keeping people at arm's length, her thoughts and emotions hidden while her father and her brother leaned on her for support that having someone bypass those barriers so effectively simply astounded her. She all but melted into such embraces.]

Mm--I have little sympathy for it. [In his own words, she was 'mean', after all]

[She huffs a small laugh at that]

He was alright. I did admonish Enishi after the second time...

[ 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...

[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?

[ 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.]

[ 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.]

[ his heavy gaze doesn't leave hers as they bring themselves against each other once more, disappointed indeed how their skin can't meet with her clothing in the way scratching on his chest. his kissing become desperate and hungry for tomoe at the fear of not being able to have a night like this with her again. he's so afraid that she could go back to treat him at arm's length, and he doesn't like the possible result. to be one with her, it's what he wishes right in that moment.

a jolt shakes off his current thoughts when a choked gasp finds her breath in between kisses because of her unexpected touch, his hands go down to each side of her waist to curl his fingers to the edge lines of her sweater. he wants to see her body, he wants her to see his body completely. ]

[She moans quietly into his mouth as his ardor spikes, pulling against him even more. And when he gasps in response to her touch her lips pull into a self-satisfied smile, pressed directly against his own. She half laughs with the way her arms are caught below his as he grasps at her waist. With another slow stroke of his primary feathers she pulls her arms free and cups his face to kiss him again. It has been such a long time since she's felt so relaxed with him--and she was almost certain she had never felt this comfortable initiating anything. Even when they were together before their relationship had been strained her ghosts were hanging over her head.]

[She huffs a smiling laugh against his lips again and nudges him the rest of the way to the sofa to sit--and once he does so she doesn't move to sit beside him but pulls her skirt up enough to straddle his lap before moving in for another deep kiss.]

[ she... she's so wonderful! her smile and her laughter are so wonderful. he would die to protect that mirth in them.

it's that exhalation where all his prayers had been heared that all he ever wanted was to see and feel her smile, that there's more to what she lets others to see through the stoic, cold and tragic demeanor. another shudder before she melts into kissing him more with his face held in her hands. the bliss intensified realizing how happy and open she's being with him.

like tomoe, an amused and loving laughter mirrors against her lips as he lets her sit him on the sofa — a soft sound finding himself straddled by her, hands acting on their own to unbutton and unzip behind her skirt and trying to pull up her sweater to take it off. ]

[She doesn't say anything to his fingers finding the fastenings of her clothes, in fact she shifts forward to make it easier for him to reach while sweeping her tongue into his mouth again before nipping at his bottom lip as she pulls back. She sets her hands over his briefly, guiding them up to show her consent in him undressing her before raising her arms so that he might pull the sweater off of her completely.]

[Beneath, her skin is a light cream, her breasts small but pert and her nipples taut from the brush of fabric and temperature change. But she had not warned him of her scar, still bright and angry against her pale skin, running from her right shoulder all the way down to her navel, mirrored down her back as well in an unmistakably fatal sword wound.]

[ when she lifts herself up before him, he's able to bring down the waist fold of her skirt as skillfully once open, pull more of it and take it off her legs. her acceptance of his undressing her more as she guides him is encouraged when her hands are placed on the back of his own to get rid of the sweater, and so he does without hesitation.

his face is in awe at how she looks underneath that boring clothing, admiring her clear skin, the shape of her breasts, how they react to the heat of the moment...

...

... his gaze settled on the long scar that crossed her torso along with the tattoo inked from her neck to her intimate parts. an ugly scar worse than the small one sei has below her right shoulder, a scar inflicted by a bushi sword. his face draws closer to press his lips against the starting scar from her shoulder down in small and soft open-mouthed kisses. down... down... until they reach her cleavage, a turn of his head so his lips capture her right nipple, licking and sucking to his heart's content while his opposite hand strokes on her other breast, the wings free of his back leaned against the sofa perked up excitedly to what he's feeling. ]

[Color rises on her cheeks with the way he looks at her and it makes her feel truly beautiful. Her hands find his shoulders, one sliding up and into his hair, the other sliding down his spine between the wings as he kisses along her scar and makes his way to her breasts. She sighs in response, moaning quietly as he kisses and caresses her breasts, her nipples becoming hard and taught while heat quickly spreads low in her belly. She drops her head, nosing into his hair and rocking her hips in his lap.]

Souji...

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