( shinobu doesn't mind him taking the time to treat precious things as they deserve. she would be a hypocrite if she did- and besides, it gives her time to admire him more. one is allowed to eat the eye candy, after all.
as he closes the distance again, she spreads her legs for him, knowing it leaves the damp spot on her panties visible. he's barely touched her but every gesture has set her on fire. and now that he's bare before her, she can return the favor. delicate hands trace up his chest.
scars are hard to look at, sometimes. the one from his death, especially. and yet they're also beautiful declarations of survival. she herself has some deep cuts and clawmarks along her arms arms, and the cuts of doma's fans linger too, she knows. both have some hard truths etched into their bodies. )
... Would you rather I not touch certain scars, love?
[When he catches her looking he is, admittedly, flooded with a sense of near bashfulness. It's a strange feeling. He is a prideful thing under most circumstances, but something about her gaze – raw and loving, yet charged all the same — fills him with something else entirely. His gaze drops for a moment, even as he shifts to allow her to drink her fill of his appearance.
But he does join her, gaze briefly flicking between her legs before settling on her face. As he fingers trace along his skin, his own come to rest against her face. He leans in to steal a kiss, deep but fleeting, before tilting back.]
All except the center most one. [They know which one. And while before he really would not have minded any affection being administered there, it's... a bit of a problem now. The last thing he wants is witnesses to their sacred meeting, especially once as, ah... controversial, as Akaza.]
And you?
[His fingers fall to the outside edge of the ones left by the demon who ruined her. Or at least, he thinks it's his. He wasn't exactly familiar with her body before, but these still seem newer.]
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( shinobu doesn't mind him taking the time to treat precious things as they deserve. she would be a hypocrite if she did- and besides, it gives her time to admire him more. one is allowed to eat the eye candy, after all.
as he closes the distance again, she spreads her legs for him, knowing it leaves the damp spot on her panties visible. he's barely touched her but every gesture has set her on fire. and now that he's bare before her, she can return the favor. delicate hands trace up his chest.
scars are hard to look at, sometimes. the one from his death, especially. and yet they're also beautiful declarations of survival. she herself has some deep cuts and clawmarks along her arms arms, and the cuts of doma's fans linger too, she knows. both have some hard truths etched into their bodies. )
... Would you rather I not touch certain scars, love?
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But he does join her, gaze briefly flicking between her legs before settling on her face. As he fingers trace along his skin, his own come to rest against her face. He leans in to steal a kiss, deep but fleeting, before tilting back.]
All except the center most one. [They know which one. And while before he really would not have minded any affection being administered there, it's... a bit of a problem now. The last thing he wants is witnesses to their sacred meeting, especially once as, ah... controversial, as Akaza.]
And you?
[His fingers fall to the outside edge of the ones left by the demon who ruined her. Or at least, he thinks it's his. He wasn't exactly familiar with her body before, but these still seem newer.]