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[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...

[ the most beautiful woman when she's not showing how scary and serious she can be. as beautiful as constance is even when their bodies are completely different.

as with constance, he lights on the fascination in how her nipples pert against his tongue, decides to switch the attention on her breasts, her left nipple gets a bolder treatment with several flicks of the tip. any response to it is a pleasant sign... yet when she rolls her hips against him and utters his name, his first name, a faint cry of bliss brushes on her breast coupled with the ache of his groin inside the fabric of his jeans and underwear. as if possessed by a greatest frenzy, both hands start to roam over her body: his right exploring the lines of her belly, going sideways to her hip and back her left buttock, his left going up slowly to her spine, her back and shoulder blades, later down through the same path to her right buttock. finally, taking an interest across her legs.

the attention to her breasts paused to look at tomoe, his chin resting on her cleavage. a heavy gaze and in a lower voice — ]

I want you to commit my touch to memory, that if I leave again, I loved you more than anything...

[She sighs quietly, as his hands explore her body, loving that simple touch more than anything else with the way it left her skin tingling anywhere his hands passed. Her own hands moved back to trace along the back of his neck and down his chest as she met his gaze.]

I will... [She murmurs, leaning down until she can gently kiss his lips again while her hands continue down his stomach until her fingers find the fastenings of his jeans.] and you should do the same... [Her lips capture his again as she lowers his fly and slips her hand inside to wrap around his cock.]

[ with eyes shut, his expression relishes on her hands touching wherever she can, the wings on his back spreading and drawing in with every prickly sensation on his skin. his smile showed before answering back to her kiss, satisfied with the result of his own touching.

there's nothing in heaven or hell that would prevent him from keeping the memory of her touch and the warmth of her body.

he sighs at the cool touch of her hand on his already hard, warm cock, delighted at last at the freedom she's able to see how much he wants her. she changed him. by the gods, she changed him. unlike sei and constance, tomoe got the nerve and cunning to say what she truly thinks about anything he does, good or bad, and there's no one else except kondō and hijikata who would tell how wrong he is in regards to his behavior. ]

[She hums in response to his sigh, slipping her tongue between his lips while her hand moves over his length, squeezing as she approaches his tip before relaxing as she moves back down.]

[Her other hand comes up again, setting at his shoulder first before sliding back to touch one of the wings again, tracing the lower edges of the primary feathers before gliding her fingers against the back of the entire wing.]

[ a cry breaks the intense kissing between them when she starts the motion of her hand on him, eyes rolled shut and tilting his head back slightly in pleasure.

however, his sounds intensified with her renewed attention to his wing. still... he doesn't wish to stay idle: with great willpower, his hand goes up to desperately seek in between her thighs for her clit to tease messily and rampant, the little nub making tiny lewd noises because of the natural moist. ]

[She nearly smirks at his reaction, nosing along his jaw and to his ear as his head tilts back. Her fingers continue to stroke along his feathers, carefully straightening them even as she moves over his cock.]

[She makes a sound as his over-eager fingers move between her thighs and she nips his earlobe in admonishment, twisting her hips in response.] Slow down... it isn't a race... [She pulls his earlobe into her mouth, sucking lightly against it.]

[ his head turns to her affections, coupled with her stroking on both his feathers and his cock, his body shaking to the increased heat he's undergoing.

his teasing is cut off by an acute gasp at her nip and her low words, a little whine trapped inside his throat to the recklessness of his fingers. his pace softened though becomes more thorough when she moves her hips. ]

I'm sorry, I-- aa... feel that I might... might not have you like this again...

I'm... aa... I'm frightened... to lose you... a-again...

[ doesn't help how she's playing with his ear he feels like everything together will make him faint. ]

All the more reason to make it last... ne...? [She murmurs against his ear before kissing her way down his neck. She couldn't say for sure what would happen in the future. It was one of the reasons she didn't try to look into it...] We're here now... that's what matters...

[And now... she was trying to wreck him and he was making it damn hard to focus... She lets her fingers leave his wing to settle on his shoulder while she moves back until her feet can find the floor again. She kisses her way to his collarbone while her hands go to his pants, tugging at them to pull them down and off of him.]

[ his breath turned shaky with every whisper while she leaves a trail of kisses on his neck skin. she will notice beads of sweat and his face seeking hers in desperation. ]

I-- w-want to... m-make it last... always...

[ — his eyes follow her movements, his fingers left behind and breathing in in fear that she might backpedal on what they are doing, only to relax when she kisses down and freeing him from his jeans and underwear (sure lets her by propel up), completely exposed as she is. ]

To...Tomoe...

[ his voice already weak in want and dread and his hands resting on the sofa's surface. ]

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[She is closely in tune with his reactions, listening to his breath, feeling the sheen of sweat rising on his skin and loving the fact that she was the one causing it.]

Good...

[She kneels down to fully remove his clothing, setting the garments out of the way on the floor before letting her fingers trace up his bare legs and the tops of his thighs, drinking in his reactions. She leans in closer, settled between his legs so that her arms and sides brush against them while her right hand returns to his cock, stroking his length lightly while her left extends higher, running over his stomach and up to his chest and down again.]

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[ at last naked, he lowers his head to her little yet meaningful ministrations, like a king on a throne attended by his daring queen, her frame on bended knee between his legs... crawling like a cat, her fingertips getting goosebumps wherever her touch passed over his warm beige skin. tomoe will notice his cock hard and lightly slick against her hand, he arches his torso against her other hand in a sensual manner as it caressed up and down, small wings stretched out in arousal. an unusual, tiny growl leaves his parted lips at her attention as he bites his lower lip looking heavily at his soon lover. ]

[She is completely unhurried with her motions and although she moves slowly there is no hesitation in her touch. She is biding her time and drinking in the power she has over him in this moment. Her fingers curl as they drag down his torso again, nails lightly scraping his skin while she moves her other hand over his length, pausing to trace his tip with the pad of her thumb, spreading the moisture.]

[She maintains eye contact, her own eyes dark and almost predatory, like the cat about to catch the canary--quite the fitting comparison, all things considered. She wets her lips slowly before leaning in to blow over the slick sensitive skin--and before he has the chance to completely react to the sensation of cold she seals her lips over the head of his cock, her tongue caressing over and around it inside her mouth.]

[ he raises his chin up slightly in a mix of arrogance and desire as he relishes on her touch, not minding how she's using him as a toy for her own delight when at the same time he's doing the same in the purest gesture of love there is with their gazes drawn like magnets. for a brief moment, he believed this would only stay in kissing and touching their bodies between them, but nothing prepared him for what's about to come...

his eyes grow in size with a gasp when she tastes over the foreskin — ]

T-Tomoe... you--

[ — immediately followed by a shaky whimper and a sudden chill that runs inside his belly at her mouth claiming the head and her tongue lapping all over it. his face looks overwhelmed as if not believing that it's her doing this, the woman he least expected to come up with such an act. that earns the touch of his hand over her forehead adorned with longest, black bangs and black locks of hair, the thumb brushing on her brow as delicately.

his wings flap funnily a single time. ]

... yes...

[She drinks in that sound and the look on his face when she turns her eyes back up to him--and she huffs a laugh even with him in her mouth at how flummoxed his expression is. As with everything else she is in no hurry, almost lazily swirling her tongue around his head before taking more and more of him into her mouth, continuing to caress the underside of his shaft with her tongue, applying suction as she raises her head again. Dark eyes turn up to his again as she comes up, her hand holding him upright as she openly runs her tongue over and around the head for him to see this time before blowing that same cool line of air over him while her fingers stroked again.]

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