[ Not a second into feeling her slender fingers slip beneath his haori's collar, and he can already feel his skin tingling beneath the layers he wears. In his ordinary uniform, save for the armor on his shoulder and adorning his forearm, all it would take was a tug to pull the tight fabric up and off his lean build. But here? It was yet another procedure, almost ritual-like in the way she disrobes him as he can't help the hum that borders on a groan, as it comes out as a light sigh through his nose. But he perseveres, shoulders broad from intensive training and constant fighting. He spares a glance over his shoulder at her at the same time her fingers graze the back of his neck. Ah...the base of his hair, her touch so hot that he almost wishes he could repeat it all over again. And as quickly as the shiver of anticipation builds within him, it's over just as fast when Ayaka's slipped his jacket off. One less layer that doesn't make it anywhere near enough...
Yet when she walks over to the other side of the room, Cloud has to put a mental stamp on himself to hold still. Was she supposed to stop at just his haori? And...did he do the same thing to her? Everything's so up in the air, yet he can't dare look away when she smooths the fabric on the oki. She's right there...even now as her words speak so purely to him. That's exactly what Ayaka felt like to him. ]
Yeah. It's not bad.
[ Pure. She's smart, kind, charming, beautiful, strong... But there's a purity to her, as crisp as morning frost and mesmerizing as the fall of a cherry blossom. And the longer he gets to know her...no matter where these feelings lead them, there's a part of him that wants to preserve this image. But the longer he waits, the more aware of his beating heart he becomes, the longer he has to look at her back without touching her as his imagination runs wild...
The other side of him wanted nothing more than to watch Kamisato Ayaka's purity come undone, all throughout the night and past the break of dawn.
The little heron that was on the brink of flying away would be stopped as he can't recall when he closed that gap between them, his gaze caught on her ponytail and the hairtie that keeps it up as he lifts her hair. Cloud can't take it anymore. But if she needed to finish smoothing the haori she admired on him so much...he hopes she doesn't mind if he returns the favor. See how long it takes for her to crumble as he did as he presses against her from behind, hairtie worked and undone as it falls around their feet. Leaning down, he sighs softly against the side of her neck, peppering it with kisses as he gradually lets go of her now loosened ponytail, fingers threading through icy blue locks as it drapes her back. ]
Ayaka...
[ He's not even sorry. Not for anything with her as he sucks gently where he lavishes her neck with those kisses, burning hotter with each passing moment while his hands glide up the front of her kimono, up to the swell of her chest as they give a firm, more direct squeeze of her breasts. Just that bold act alone was enough to get his mind churning and moving forward on the next step from this. She wasn't the only one who was thinking of removing every layer. ]
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Yet when she walks over to the other side of the room, Cloud has to put a mental stamp on himself to hold still. Was she supposed to stop at just his haori? And...did he do the same thing to her? Everything's so up in the air, yet he can't dare look away when she smooths the fabric on the oki. She's right there...even now as her words speak so purely to him. That's exactly what Ayaka felt like to him. ]
Yeah. It's not bad.
[ Pure. She's smart, kind, charming, beautiful, strong... But there's a purity to her, as crisp as morning frost and mesmerizing as the fall of a cherry blossom. And the longer he gets to know her...no matter where these feelings lead them, there's a part of him that wants to preserve this image. But the longer he waits, the more aware of his beating heart he becomes, the longer he has to look at her back without touching her as his imagination runs wild...
The other side of him wanted nothing more than to watch Kamisato Ayaka's purity come undone, all throughout the night and past the break of dawn.
The little heron that was on the brink of flying away would be stopped as he can't recall when he closed that gap between them, his gaze caught on her ponytail and the hairtie that keeps it up as he lifts her hair. Cloud can't take it anymore. But if she needed to finish smoothing the haori she admired on him so much...he hopes she doesn't mind if he returns the favor. See how long it takes for her to crumble as he did as he presses against her from behind, hairtie worked and undone as it falls around their feet. Leaning down, he sighs softly against the side of her neck, peppering it with kisses as he gradually lets go of her now loosened ponytail, fingers threading through icy blue locks as it drapes her back. ]
Ayaka...
[ He's not even sorry. Not for anything with her as he sucks gently where he lavishes her neck with those kisses, burning hotter with each passing moment while his hands glide up the front of her kimono, up to the swell of her chest as they give a firm, more direct squeeze of her breasts. Just that bold act alone was enough to get his mind churning and moving forward on the next step from this. She wasn't the only one who was thinking of removing every layer. ]