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[willing_sheath]

[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.

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[embracethewind]

( the last few days had been a conundrum, trying to reflect on his true feelings since he met kamiya, taking in what he had talked to ana. he was always quite slow and foolish on what other women could feel for him, assuming that everything he did for them was enough or everything to make them happy, without thinking that there would be the slightest chance for any of them to inevitably being the one to win his heart.

only tomoe did it without even realizing, as usual. however, she wasn't like the other girls. she wasn't a daughter of bushi who couldn't understand the importance of duty, what he wanted to achieve by joining the shinsengumi, following his master in difficult times and giving his life for what he believes, embodied in a single man. more than that... she knows he's an oni, a man without a mercy to kill. she understands, since her husband is the same as him, and he knows her heart has been in a dark place out of sadness and grief. he's unable to blame her for doing it out of love too, which if he had met her before without being in duplicity, he would never have understood her reasons in their fullness.

now souji can understand what kamiya tried to do so many times just to be close to him. it's the same emotion he's going through right now as they kiss. )

[willing_sheath]

[She felt like she could stay with him like that forever, wrapped in his arms, getting lost in his gentle kisses. She sighs against his lips, wrapping her arms around him to pull closer, feeling as though they couldn't possibly get close enough in that moment.]

[embracethewind]

( if they could kiss as they breath all the same, they would do that forever. instead, souji disengages from their kissing to let a hand drop, lower the zipper and unbutton his pants. the need of being inside her is too much that he shifts a little on his seat to take down his pants and boxers a few inches, his cock coming out and having a hold of it to stroke hastily. his eyelids are lowered looking at her in a plea for tomoe to do the same with her undergarments, him trying to feel erect for the deed. )

[willing_sheath]

[She exhales lightly as he shifts, color finding her cheeks. She lifts herself up so that her weight doesn't impede his ability to adjust his clothing. She leans in and presses her face his neck, shifting herself to allow her to pull her skirt up and out of the way so that the fabric wouldn't block him. She pulls close again, setting her forehead to his temple, watching him in that too-close manner again before setting her fingertips to his mouth, pressing lightly on his bottom lip to ask for entry.]

[embracethewind]

( it was obvious what they wanted, after everything had fallen apart between them that night. he missed – gods, he missed being inside of her, he wanted to know if she had missed him too by doing this. lovingly, he grinds his forehead against hers, a peachy color on his cheeks. a hand takes hers, spreading her fingers with his own before taking one with his mouth, sucking and licking gently, almost sensuous, enough to keep it on the next one, doing the same, taking his time with each, and the last one, to moist the three of them for her to use. )

[willing_sheath]

[She presses back, almost nuzzling and exhales slowly as he takes her fingers into his mouth, her color rising faster with the feel of his tongue roaming over each digit in turn and heat pooling quickly in her belly. When he releases her fingers she replaces them with her lips, kissing him deeply as she reaches between her thighs to help lubricate herself, stroking between her folds and down to her entrance, dipping first one then two fingers inside to spread that wetness.]