May | Event: Flowers of Buffoonery

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The month of love is in full swing! But there are some who are probably wondering: why is May the month of love, and why only in the West? Over in Tokyo, no such celebrations are being made, and even the Hanyo of Shitaya aren't gunning up for any major festivals of any sort, despite most of them having come from the West. But it's not because it's a new holiday. Rather, it's simply a Yokai specific one.

Because traditionally, May is the period where a Yokai's sex drive is the strongest. And while for most, this simply manifests as a desire for deep, emotional connections, for others, it's a month-long orgyfest.

And as the mysterious little flowers continue to bloom across Kyoto, something else begins to bloom between the refugees themselves.

The Season of Sex

Towards the middle of the month, refugees are sure to notice a change in the way the Yokai are behaving, particularly the group known as the "beast Yokai", which includes Kitsune, Bakeneko, and Inu Yokai. As it turns out, these three are among some of the only Yokai who still occasionally undergo a heat-like event, with most of these falling around the month of May.

But what does this have to do with the refugees? As many of them will quickly find out: they also will experience a heat-like state through the rest of the month. Upon contacting the scientists, they explain that because the Yokai were the indigenous people of Nippon, bonding with Nippon seems to have caused the refugees to become part Yokai in a way that differs from the native Hanyo. This is why they're able to use magic, and why many of them grow Yokai body parts when experiencing high levels of Kizuna.

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little heads! Sure, you lot seem to be more afflicted than us Native Yokai, but no one's going to judge you for your... biological needs, teehee!"

As the Yokai researchers explain, heats have become less common in the modern era, so it's entirely possible that some refugees won't experience anything at all. Feel free to use this to opt out of anything that makes you uncomfortable!

You All Know What This Event Is About Maryouku University, Kyoto
When a Yokai goes into heat, they tend to adopt one of three characteristics, known collectively as KSJ. Although most Yokai will always lean more heavily towards one in particular, some may experience all three throughout their heat:

Daikoh (大攻) causes Yokai to develop unusually dominant and possessive tendencies. While some may search for a single partner to keep to themself, others may try to gather as many partners as possible. Even passive and friendly Yokai may become inclined towards violence or unusual roughness, including marking their partners. Some may experience an inexplicable desire for passionate romance, while others may feel a desire to breed.

Daishoku (大食) causes Yokai to give off a magic aura that may trigger a heat in those around them. These Yokai are insatiable, seeking endless pleasure from anything and everything they can find, be it food, entertainment, or sex. It's not uncommon for them to have one thing in particular they become fixated on, though others may simply desire everything. They may even find it hard to sleep without some kind of stimulation to calm them down.

Daijuu (大受) causes Yokai to develop unusually submissive and needy tendencies. They crave physical affection to such a powerful degree that going without it may even become painful. It's not uncommon for these Yokai to only feel comfortable when wrapped up in a nest of blankets to simulate being wrapped in the arms of a lover. They may feel a strong desire to be cared for by another, or even impregnated by a mate, regardless of gender.

Obviously any of these would be pretty inconvenient, but perhaps the worst part is they can strike at any time. One might simply wake up in heat, while another may find themselves suddenly overwhelmed upon seeing a familiar face. And the truly unfortunate may find it happening in public, or even on a long train ride.

While most heats tend to be very mild, often to the point where one might not even realize they're going through one, some Yokai have the misfortune of going through an extreme heat, where the effects of KSJ becomes far more pronounced, even to the point of appearing to have a complete personality shift. Daishoku Yokai may fuck until they pass out, Daikoh Yokai may peruse individuals they would never otherwise be interested in, and Daijuu Yokai have been known to crawl into the beds of strangers to satisfy their need to be held. Heats can be as brief as a few hours, or as long as a few weeks, with varying levels of severity throughout. While most only occur once a year, you're free to utilize heats as a Severe Kizuna Effect at any time!

Discount Dildo Emporium Gion, Kyoto
Just in time for the month of love, a new shop has opened up in downtown Kyoto. The elderly owner of Iyarashii Ryuu, an infamous dildo shop in Tokyo's Shinjuku, has partnered up with an equally amorous young Kitsune to open up a sister store in Gion. And if the large painting on the wall is anything to go by, their relationship probably goes beyond business partners... that's one feisty old lady.

Iyarashii Ryuu specializes in every shape, size, and function of dildo one can imagine, but unlike the Tokyo branch, the Gion branch of Iyarashii Ryuu specializes in enchanted dildos. These dildos are capable of moving on their own, growing in size, changing in shape, and even glowing in the dark! Because why not.

However, these are still a very new product, so they're depending on customer feedback to improve the spells! As such, anyone willing to test out a prototype enchanted dildo will both be allowed to keep the prototype, as well as select from any finished dildos in the shop free of charge.

Of course, some may not realize what they're getting into when they agree to test a prototype. One is designed to change size on command, but contains a bug that may cause it to grow larger than intended, and even develop a distinct knot. Another is designed to allow the one wearing it as a strap on to feel sensations as if it were real, but has a bug that instead causes both partners to feel both sensations, resulting in an extreme case of over-stimulation. Another is designed to move independently like a fucking machine, but seems to lack a means of turning it off. And another glows in the dark so brightly that it can be seen from the outside. Which isn't necessarily a bug, but it sure is something worth seeing.

And hey, for all you natural-dildo-havers, they're also testing a line of condoms designed to do the same things, with the added security of safe sex practices. Very sexy! Just watch out for that size-changing one, though. Some have reported feelings of insecurity upon watching their dangle return to its smaller size.

Fickle Flower Petals

In the midst of everything happening this month, refugees will begin to hear rumors of strange symptoms popping up around Kyoto. Flowers growing out of people's hair, sprouting from the ground with every step they take, or even tumbling out of their mouth. It's only then that the people realize what's happened: those little flowers from before weren't entirely harmless. They're sprouts from a Hanahaki, a very rare ayakashi that possesses flowers, named for the curse it inflicts on those who inhale their pollen.

Thankfully, Hanahaki is treatable, and can even be cured without the need of a specialist. But until the sprouts wilt, those living in Kyoto will simply have to bear with the symptoms.

Post Secret Kyoto, Western Kingdom
In its mild form, Hanahaki causes flowers to grow from a person's hair. These flowers range in size and species, and can grow over the course of mere minutes or many days. Those affected will be encouraged to allow the flowers to wilt naturally, as plucking them may cause permanent bald patches.

While this form can seemingly effect anyone, those hiding secret feelings of love or desire may instead develop a form that causes flowers to bloom on every surface around them. Although certainly the most charming, it's also the most conspicuous, with tiny gardens building up around them whenever they stay in one place for too long.

The true extent of the curse will become obvious to anyone riding the trains, as the entire inside of each car has become blanketed in thick green foliage and flowers. Some may discover that the flowers can even sprout on the other side of walls, potentially filling their neighbor's apartment with unwanted greenery. And let's not even get into the personality types that cause a nuruname to bloom. Best stay away from those folks!

So what's the solution? Well, seeing as not everyone is open to the idea of sharing their thoughts and feelings openly, a workaround has been discovered. All around Tokyo, refugees will find small wooden plaques known as ema hanging in populated places. Those affected by the Hanahaki are encouraged to write anonymous confessions on the ema and hang them up where they can be seen. After enough people have seen their confession, the effects of the Hanahaki will begin to go away.

Just make sure you're not seen hanging a confession up, or it'll defeat the purpose of it being anonymous!

To submit play-made secrets for characters to see in Kyoto, please see this post!

Tell No Lies Kyoto, Western Kingdom | cw: This prompt contains Hanahaki-adjacent body horror.
With most cases manifesting as mild, some may be wondering why the curse is referred to as Hanahaki, meaning to spit flowers. In truth, the name is derived from the severe form of the curse: in which flowers begin growing internally.

The most common location is the throat, causing those affected to cough or hiccup flower petals throughout the day. But for those who are especially unlucky, they may grow down into the lungs, causing severe pain, a bloody cough, and trouble breathing. Due to the likelihood of choking in one's sleep, this form is considered the most dangerous.

This form of the curse manifests in those prone to frequently keeping secrets or telling lies, be it intentionally or as a result of being a rather private person. Much like the mild form, it can be treated naturally through open communication. However, the workaround used for the mild form will not work here. Only by opening up about themselves or the secrets they've been keeping will the flowers begin to wilt.

For those who are still opposed to the idea, a healer can forcefully remove the flowers with a spell. However, this method carries a 25% chance of losing whatever memories are tied to those secrets, ranging from the secrets themselves, to all memories of the people they wish to keep in the dark. Surely such a risk isn't worth it, right?

Party Time

Although the Emperor of the West has grown busy these last couple of months, far be it for him to forget his beloved Refugees during the month of love! And so, on the 25th, all refugees will be extended an invitation to an exclusive party in the Uji district of Kyoto.

Those who assisted in clearing it out earlier will be shocked to see the transformation the building has taken in just a few days, as bright and colorful décor can be found on every corner, and the scent of incense hanging in the air.

It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it would be most rude to refuse an invitation from the Emperor himself, wouldn't it?

With a Bang! Uji, Kyoto
Taking place at one of his many private villas, refugees will be met with an extravagant affair, filled with Humans and Yokai alike. During the day, there's no shortage of musical entertainment and dancing, along with free food and drinks, and a large outdoor garden to relax in. But at night, the mood of the party shifts dramatically. After a full day of pheromones tickling their senses, and no shortage of uki to go around, it was time for the main event: an orgy to celebrate the season of love.

"Greetings and salutations, my dearest friends from another world! I am Katsuragi no Mikoto, emperor of the Western Kingdom, and on this day, I invite you all to enjoy the many pleasures our world has to offer! Please, those who are inclined, make merry! And rest assured, this is a safe place to indulge."

The main room of the villa itself is designed with an array of sliding doors that can become walls to quickly close off corners for an illusion of privacy, as well as private and secret rooms for those who desire it. In the upper floors, rooms filled with all sorts of enchanted toys and costumes can be found, in addition to a small outdoor bathing area. And in the basement, there's what can only be called a sex dungeon, filled with all sorts of restraints and gear for whatever one's heart desires.

Any guests who stick around for the orgy will be asked to select from a number of colorful kanzashi they'll pin into their hair to convey what they're looking for:

Pink: Platonic, non-sexual physical affection only.
Red: Bondage, restraints, and sadomasochism.
Yellow: Open to kink negotiation or discussion.
Orange: Toys, magic or supernatural powers during sex, transformations.
Green: Costumes and sexual role play.
Blue: Powerplay: light blue for submissive, dark blue for dominant.
Purple: Public use, anonymous sex, exhibitionism.
Gold: Open to anything and everything.
Silver: No physical contact, watching only.

Outside of the Purple and Gold ribbons, all kanzashi are imbued with a spell that will sound a loud alarm if they person wearing it is touched in a manner they didn't consent to, upon which the one who activated it may find themselves thrown into the cold waters of the pond in the garden out front. Refugees are free to take as few or as many kanzashi as they desire, or swap them out as the evening grows long.

Denouement Engagement Uji, Kyoto
The party lasts well into the next morning, with guests welcome to stay the night with whoever they happened to bond with the night before. A nearby bath house is open exclusively for party guests, which is for the best, given the nature of the festivities. There will be no walks of shame coming from the Emperor's villa!

But those who actually manage to stick around this long will have an opportunity to witness a rare event.

In the garden just outside the villa, Katsuragi can be found seated next to a young man who some will recognize as Karu, the emperor of the East. The former is once more clean and dressed in his finest regalia, while the Eastern emperor appears in more subdued colors, a parasol in hand in some attempt to hide himself. Perhaps most would be giving them some space, but those who sneak closer will be able to overhear their conversation. Katsuragi speaks of uniting the two kingdoms, and supporting Karu as the face of the Emperor, so he may focus on his "continuing recovery". For his part, Karu is almost completely silent, though it doesn't seem to impede on their conversation.

But one doesn't need to be eavesdropping to realize what's happening when Katsuragi gets down on one knee and gently takes Karu's hand into his own, prompting the latter to drop the parasol in shock.

What happens next, unfortunately, is just between the two of them. A snap of his fingers, and both Katsuragi and Karu vanish in the blink of an eye. Did he notice they was being watched? Or was he intentionally letting them see that much?

OOC Notes
Welcome to Jikan's May event! Please direct any questions to the Question Thread in the OOC Plotting post.

• As with all Kizuna effects, you are free to opt out of any of the KSJ effects as well, or simply utilize the ones you are interested in. A Daijuu yokai could simply desire being held, with no sexual or breeding-related connotations, for example. Likewise, as this is inspired A/B/O tropes, you are welcome to use Kizuna as an excuse to utilize any additional tropes not included in KSJ.

• Feel free to mix the effects of the prototype enchanted dildos to include multiple effects at once, or create your own magical effects! With magic, the only limit is your imagination!

• Although not necessary, Japanese does have it's own language of flowers if you would like the flowers your character sprouts/spits up to have greater symbolism. A wider list of plant symbolism can also be found here!

• Hanahaki can produce native plants to Nippon, but cannot produce plant-like Ayakashi. So they can grow Uki in their hair, but cannot cough out a Higanbana.

• In case you missed it, the post for submitting IC secrets is over here!

• Players are welcome to handwave their character sleeping with the Western Emperor himself at the orgy, but don't expect him to remember their name the next day. The Eastern Emperor will not be present until the next day.

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[sultanofsquat]

[ She laughs... She laughs, and he knows why. Even Cloud really can't play dumb anymore. Not after a month of so many "distracting" firsts for him. For as crass as he could be to the right (or wrong) people...he also had something in common with Ayaka. They both seemed pretty keen on dancing around what they've been thinking about. Even when she agrees with him, and he commits her little nod to memory. Yet even when she has to hide her face and look away... ]

...

[ "I shouldn't be, right?" ]

[ Cloud didn't know how to answer at first, the silence between them growing. Was it because he felt awkward? No...if that were the case, he wouldn't have been the one to close that gap. He wouldn't still be holding her hand. The longest he's ever held someone's hand like this... ]

I am. [ A little embarrassed, he admits. Yet while she's the one looking away... Cloud still hasn't stopped. He hasn't stopped listening to her when he says, ] But... I still wanted to.

[ Keep his eyes on her. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ It doesn't show so much how surprised she is when Cloud admits that, but she does blink rapidly a couple of times as it all sinks in. Each second that passes where there's nothing but silence between them, she feels her heart beat faster and faster. She's nervous, and she gives his hand a squeeze when she takes a deep breath.

Ayaka's embarrassed. So is Cloud. He did what he wanted to do, and she got what she wanted a while ago. If she keeps being embarrassed and shy about things, though, then it wouldn't be fair. ]

Would you... [ Her voice softens and she trails off. She's not looking at him, but when she finally tells herself to be courageous? She does find his gaze, and the smile on her face is more embarrassed at how silly she is for this. Heheh. ] Would you do it again?

[ Kiss her. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Cloud still didn't know what he was doing. Not entirely, anyway. There's a side of him that used to be so much louder; it would tell him he needed to step back and be cold, that he couldn't let himself be distracted from a current mission on hand. Whether he was tersely shutting Wedge, Biggs and Jessie out on his first mission with them- saying once he got his money, he was done. Brushing off Aerith's attempts to get beneath that Ex-SOLDIER exterior for the sake of getting back to Sector 7. Or even here when he first arrived, already focused on what it was going to take to break the time loop and get back home.

But...that was just it. What was the mission? What was so important that he needed to shut everything and everyone out to achieve it? Nothing. Even when he thought he was succeeding in keeping his distance from someone like Aerith, or connecting with Avalanche, Cloud was doing the exact opposite. He got closer. He became intertwined with their fates, for better or for worse... And now that he was here, on the other side of the revelations that Zack brought to him...he's got some of the pieces back together. More than anything?

He was lost.

Cloud didn't know what he was supposed to do. Or where he was supposed to go. Or how he was supposed to feel. His default emotion was cold and aloof, a coping mechanism that held as much weight as ether now. Yet here he was now, what he first thought were distractions and acquaintanceships...crumbled to dust and thrown to the wind when Ayaka squeezes his hand and finally finds his gaze. It all went away when, on a fateful night and thanks to an old friend that helped him come back, a boy named Cloud Strife nervously took a chance.

He takes a leap, even now, still not knowing where he may land. But no matter where that may be, one thing never changed,

"Would you do it again?"

He never took his eyes off her. Not even when he wordlessly leans in once more, to relive that first moment and stretch it into what felt like eternity. His lips brush against hers, bolder and more certain now as he gently presses more at her side. And when he feels like drawing away? It's for a fleeting breath against her soft lips, hand never letting go as the serenity of this gazebo remains undisturbed, before he's back to kissing her again. Yet it never escalates, only the rising heat in his cheeks and throughout his body changing as fireworks pop in his head. Every lingering press of his lips against hers, the need to breath warring with the need to not stop, until finally...

Cloud opens his eyes, only drawing away enough that he can see her if she were to do the same. When he finally comes back to reality and recoils from the dizzying sensation. He can still feel her on his lips, a moment that'd be imprinted in his memories. Of all the things he wish would loop in time... ]

...

[ Would he do it again? With a shaky huff and a shy smile, ]

Yep.

[mistsplitter]

[ Oh! He did it again! Ayaka's is finding more and more confidence in herself as seconds pass. Not only did her way of getting him to kiss her again worked, but she doesn't feel so nervous anymore! Sure, she's excited and is finding all these happy emotions to be a little overwhelming, but she's growing more and more comfortable.

It feels like her head is spinning after Cloud pulls away from kissing her again and again. She could never think this a bad thing, not only because it feels so good, but it feels like her wishes have come true. She could never ask Cloud what he's thinking now, only hoping that none of this is because she asked him to, or because of what's been happening this month. If anything, these yokai traits having effects on refugees only boosts how she feels at this time, and nothing more. ]

You really did it. [ Ha ha! Congratulations! Now, she leans in initiate, this time being the one to kiss him. He's done his part, and if she can be herself around him, then she has nothing to be afraid of. She wants to kiss him, too, and not just be kissed. So she does just that, pressing her lips against his, lips slightly parted because she has no intention of this just being a peck.

Ah— she does it! But... She also bumped her nose against his. She pulls away, a little embarrassed. That wasn't how Cloud did it! ]

M- My apologies!

[ Maybe she's still nervous, after all. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Ever since he accepted the yokai traits and stopped actively fighting them, Cloud found himself having better control of what he wanted to say and do. Maybe it was a placebo effect, but perhaps these rather forthcoming traits were all a bid to nudge someone to being more honest with themselves. Confused as Cloud had been about himself before and after arriving in Nippon, this is the clearest his head has felt in a long time. Thankfully for Ayaka? The Daikoh and Daishoku influences that awoke in Cloud were boosting those feelings that he's suppressed for one reason or another.

The compulsion to actually be brave and take a chance on going after someone. The nerve-wracking yet equally exciting prospect of not letting go of someone, not even thinking of when or how it would end.

The consequences and everything that came with were for future Cloud to think about. Right now? He wants to spend the rest of the night with Ayaka for himself. No one else. He committed to that before he even found her at the palace. ]

That okay?

[ A rhetorical question at best, because she's already taking her turn to close the distance. Something about being on the receiving end of it gets his cheeks flaring hotter. Their lips meet, and just when he can feel her lips parting in the kiss as his mind scrambles to catch up and tell him something dangerous...

Deepen it. ]

Mmuh—

[ Bump go their noses. It wasn't Ayaka's fault. He forgot to tilt his head to avoid the nose tickles. afsdjkh ]

Wait, no, you were... I was supposed to—

[ Realizing he's starting to stammer, he halts himself. His shoulders rise with his breath before they slouch comfortably with his exhale. At the end of it all, he looks to her with a softened expression. A wordless, teasing question directed at both of them.

(What are you doing to me?) ]

Guess we're both still learning.

[mistsplitter]

Hehe, I suppose. [ That's her agreeing! Though now she has to ask, because of her mistake— ] I didn't hurt you, did I?

[ She didn't want her inexperience to hurt him! And she would keep apologising if he did. Still, this would be another memory to think about during times when she's idle. A good memory, so much better than what happened at the actual palace grounds.

Just in case she did hurt him? She gives the tip of his nose a gentle peck this time around. No more nose bumping this time! She's learning.]

I'm sorry if I did.

[ She sits back down properly after that, her cheeks ripe red from, well, everything. Today started off with her doubting who she truly is, battling with her thoughts that don't usually dwell in her mind. She's trying to accept them, but it still feels a little awkward. Despite all that, she went to a party because she loves gatherings! And even though she wasn't able to make the most out of the festivities?

This is the best party she's ever been to. And she thinks that to herself as she irons out her skirt with her free hand.

Not long after, though, with the festivities coming to an end (the orgy is probably still ongoing, though), various areas in Kyoto begin sending fireworks in the sky. They're of all kinds of shapes and colours, some easy to see from the gazebo the two of them are sitting in. This is the best way to end a celebration, she thinks to herself. And after seeing some flowers pop in the sky, she looks at the person she's with to see if he's enjoying the sight just as much as she is. ]

[sultanofsquat]

Nah. Was just a little bump...

[ Just when he brushes it off (it actually didn't hurt! Just felt awkward because both of them screwed up. ...or he was supposed to cant HIS head. Either or,) he blinks rapidly a couple times when the white heron gives the tip of his nose another gentle peck. That did more than just set his cheeks ablaze. He suddenly felt very nervous, but...in an exciting way. The warmth in his heart spreads, and he finds himself swallowing because what she did just now?

It was very charming. It's as bold as he's ever seen her. Hell, both of them were taking leaps tonight. And it just so happened they kept catching one another at the end of the fall. Cloud shakes his head and does the same thing, sitting back beside her fully and letting the moment sink in. To say this was a whirlwind month was something of an understatement. And while he refused to take back anything he had to deal with (minus one fight. thank god for healing materia. fdajkslh), he's also taking his time accepting the nature of this world. A part of him may always feel awkward about having those more vivid thoughts. But...when he finds himself with people like Ayaka? ]

All better.

[ Maybe it wasn't so bad. To let his mind wander, both for the sweeter things and—

Oh! Fireworks. Sure enough, if Ayaka does look over, she'll find his mako-infused eyes lit up by the various sparkling pops that kiss the night sky. Yet with one hand still in hers, he can feel her eyes on him, leading to him looking back down. The soft rumble of fireworks from their gazebo casts equally soft flashes of light on the young Kamisato from behind. Honestly... He huffs a soft laugh, shaking his head as his gaze looks out to the distant lights of the street they walked off from. Some of the vendors were beginning to close up shop, whilst some food stalls remained open. Sooner or later, they too would get ready to call it a night as the fireworks became less and less frequent. ]

✿ 凶 ✿

[ It's too late to take the train back to Tokyo, especially since, given the rather intimate festivities? There was a good chance that the supposed "party" train would have even less chill. No amount of restraint over his yokai self could handle being around that all night... Not when his thoughts were already flickering back to the gazebo at the palace, the gazebo off the beaten path in Ukiyo. How soft her lips felt, the tease of a taste and the squeeze of her slender hand in his. Thoughts that no doubt would leave him having a hard time sleeping. But at least he could go to bed tonight (and many more to come), having memories instead of fantasies.

As they drew closer and closer to her place in Kyoto, however, he looked...reluctant. Like he wasn't so sure he wanted to go. But the other part of him, the rational end? Said that he would probably see her tomorrow anyways! He was staying here tonight anyway. Cloud was going to take her home safely, find a hotel room to stay in since he was still hunting for a place himself, and that would be the end of that.

Even if he did say he'd keep the party going for them...guess it had to come to an end at some point. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ Even after leaving the gazebo, Ayaka still feels as if she's there, repeatedly playing everything that's recently happened in her head. They walk farther and farther from where it happened, but it doesn't feel any different. With Cloud next to her, holding her hand, she can't help but inch closer to him as they pass people by. They're minding their own business, and Ayaka is having fun, but why can she feel her heart sink as each second passes?

They're by the dorms, and Ayaka walks a little slower. If Cloud follows, then what seems like a five minute walk past the other dorms and apartments would be a lot longer. To make up for it, she tells Cloud of the streets and where she saw a white cat once. It was a lovely cat, friendly and so graceful as it hopped from the fence down to the ground. She fed it a biscuit, which isn't something worth sharing, but she shares it anyway. 'Til eventually, the story comes to an end, and they're by the dorms now. It's quiet, as it is late night already and they're at the residential areas.

Before anything else, before they part—she wishes they did not have to—she can't help but point out... ]

Now you know where my brother and I are currently living in, either here or in Tokyo. Please visit whenever you'd like. [ A smile, the usual one that's so sweet replaced by something bittersweet. She'd been so excited since they met, but to have him leave... It's not like they wouldn't see each other again! But...

The impending loneliness is slowly eating her inside. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ It would have been so easy to just say that these conflicted feelings and urges began from the gazebo at the palace. But the truth ran so much deeper, far earlier... Even if Cloud didn't quite realize it, too afraid to try and put words to it all. But the day they started walking to the teahouse and spent the rest of the day together, the feeling of her smaller frame so affectionately nestled against him as the uki weed dared them to get closer, to the train ride that carried them into the night and back to taking her home... Cloud was new to all this. Yet even when both the dominant Daikoh and hungering Daishoku sent his body into a tizzy, every beginning thought of Ayaka remained the same.

He wanted to see her again. Not because he needed to discuss the play, or any other business. It was just her- the girl who finally had the chance to show herself to him. And not just the Shirasagi Himegimi. And every time he would think of her, his thoughts running a mile a minute every time he had to throw that script away, the more explicit thoughts bled their way into his mind. Until he was tossing and turning, heatedly sighing in frustration when he could hear a fantasy of her airy sigh in his ear. His body tingled, burning up from the pit of his loins to the rest of his body. In the end...he felt the same thing that she did. That this was all weird. That having these spontaneous thoughts weren't right and that they could throw a wrench into what he already had.

And yet, the very instant he found her again, when he took her hand and vowed that the party wouldn't end at the palace? When she shared with him a deep and sacred part of herself in that dance...

Cloud knew that he made a mistake. He made a mistake when he thought avoiding everyone he knew was the answer. He didn't want the first thing he did when he found her again to be listening to her beg in his ear while the thrum of enticing music bounced off the palace walls. Because the way he looked at her? That was real. Taking that leap of faith when he asked himself the burning question, "What does Cloud want?" That was real. And finally...the kiss that came from that answer. ]

I will.

[ Slowly, his hold on her hand loosens, oh-so-reluctantly as he can feel his own heart weigh heavier in his chest, on the brink of dropping. ]

Well... I should...

[ The look in Cloud's eyes was also something bittersweet as he reluctantly begins looking away. This had been an unforgettable night. One that he didn't want to end. Even when the inner yokai within him was clawing and fighting to breach the surface and make him completely let go. To take. Claim. Mark and never stop even when the sun rose on a new day. But on the other hand? Maybe he should let her go for the night, so as to not put more pressure on her than he already did with his presence. The longer he stays with her, the longer he wants to keep holding her hand. The longer he wants to go back to kissing her again. The longer her wants to finally...

Finally give everything to her.

Even still, he thinks he should go. ]

...

[ So then why was he still holding her hand? Why was his head throbbing, his breath shorter and heated as he didn't move a single step away? Cloud looks back down to her. ]

[mistsplitter]

Um...

[ If only she said something more, then Cloud wouldn't just be saying "I will". Is she not as interesting as she thought she was, that this conversation and this day would end now? Thoughts Ayaka's never had before begin to take over, thoughts of inadequacy when she was feeling so confident and on top of the world just early this evening. Now she's not quite sure what to do or what to say, and instead bows her head.

If Cloud lets go, then that's that. It shouldn't feel like such a bad thing, because it truly isn't! Her chest feels like it's being squeezed, though, a tight feeling there when she's reminded that no— Cloud won't stay. He'll leave, and she'll be alone. The person she'd kept thinking about in hopes of talking to him these past weeks will leave. Fate was so kind enough to bring them together tonight. Even just for a few hours should have been enough, should have made her content, and should have made her happy. Why was this not enough?

Please...

She lets out a shaky breath, as if she wants to call his name. Ayaka does not, but a soft sound reminiscent of a whimper escapes. Barely audible, but definitely there. She is not the type of beg, or to plead, but if she could make yet another wish tonight.

Cloud may have loosened his hold on her hand, but he'll feel Ayaka's hold on his hand tighten. The squeeze of his hand should not hurt when that is the farthest thing Ayaka would like to do to him. She's putting her thoughts into one simple action. She wants to keep him here with her, if he would allow it.

I wish you didn't have to go so soon... ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ It was taking anything and everything for Cloud to maintain his focus. To not cross that line like he had before. For all the thoughts and desires that ran amok in his head over these past weeks, the strongest desire of them all had been to just see her again. To thank her properly for the little things she did. She couldn't be any farther from the truth; she wasn't uninteresting. The more vivid thoughts that kept him up at night? Passing and fleeting. Whenever this month passed and the damned heat that made him into a euphoric mess was an afterthought? Cloud still wanted to see Ayaka. He still wanted to take her back to the teahouse, or try and handle an entire ceremony like he promised.

The one...two steps he takes makes his heart feel like it's about to plummet. They had a magical evening, and even Cloud would think back on it to himself and be kept up at night for all the right reasons. But something inside of him was telling him, screaming at him, to not let go. That if he still let go of her hand tonight, then things just wouldn't be the same. So then...the "same" as in what? What was he so worried about that he needed to protect her from himself? When Ayaka faintly whimpers, he makes a strained noise in the back of his throat.

Last chance...in either direction— ]

!

[ She tightens her hold on his hand. Before he even needed to look back and see her, bangs veiling her eyes from where he stood with her head bowed, he got his answer. Everything he thought about? How he should go? How this was enough? A lie. A lie that broke away with a single shot, shattering the glass. And on the other side, he can see the person whose been on his mind for days.

The burning desire of a Daikoh, the alluring and hungering endurance of the Daishoku, Cloud's very own pure and impure urges... It didn't matter what or where these feelings came from. It's all him at his core.

Ayaka's all he sees.

Ayaka's all he wants when he impulsively, passionately closes what little distance remains to crush his lips to hers, surrendering away his doubts.

A wish came true...only it wasn't just hers. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ One small step felt like such a big deal for Ayaka. To hold back this long because she was scared of what may happen. Scared of what she's feeling. Her own brother advised her to embrace her feelings, and as embarrassing as that was? Here she is now, tugging on the hand of the person she seeks attention from most at this time. The one person who's been in her thoughts the past weeks, if only because she wanted to spend more time with him, eating and sharing stories at a teahouse or otherwise.

She kisses him back, letting go of his hand to close the distance between them, both hands holding onto the haori of his kimono. If she's allowed to be her true self, Kamisato Ayaka in his presence, then she can do this. She can take a step back and pull him away from the public and closer to the door to the dorm she'll be staying in tonight. The soft clack of her geta against the wooden floor feels so loud.

That said... ]

It may be selfish of me, but... won't you stay here instead?

[ The heron whispers it in the wind, breathless. Time stands still when she poses her question. It's picturesque— a young maiden pouring her heart out and making a wish in front of a man who's captured her attention. Her hold on his haori loosens, but she does not completely let go. The Daijuu may have little effect on her now as she's embraced how she really feels, but it doesn't mean that Ayaka doesn't want any of this. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ At the end of this night, Cloud may still feel like there's a lot he needs to figure out. About how he should go about his life in this city. On this new planet. In contrast to Ayaka, the blond was more reclusive about his own embarrassments and feelings. But...maybe he didn't need help, after all. Maybe stumbling was a part of life, learning what it was like to actually get someone's attention and to seek it in return. Feeling her hands hold onto his haori, his one hand cradles the side of her face, thumb strumming along her cheek while his arm slips around her waist, below the ribbon holding her kimono. He might be figuring out who he was, but that person was still Cloud Strife. Just like their moment in the teahouse, or under the gazebo when he finally gave into what he wanted and kissed her,

The Ex-SOLDIER was nowhere to be found. Her geta clacks across the wooden floor, while his own slides as he refuses to break off this kiss. Before he can part his lips, she whispers breathlessly upon a broken kiss for him to stay. The hand on the clock only moves when he rests his forehead to hers, feeling her heat resonate and fuel his own desires. Cloud's own choices and risks take over. If the Daikoh and Daishoku within him do anything? They only embolden his decision as his hand lays flat against the doorway to her dorm. He presses himself more against her, pinning her smaller body beneath his. ]

Yeah... I wanna.

[ This time, when he leans in to kiss her again, it's with an added heat to it, his magic giving off something more akin to pheromones as he hums with a sense of want in his throat. They'll need to get in the door soon, but right now, Cloud wants to keep kissing her. Wants to keep holding her close as he feels his cheeks sting when he parts his lips to deepen the kiss. A conscious yet bold choice, one that he knew would only thrill him even more if she were to answer him. She's driving him crazy...leaving her with everything she wanted. His eyes were on her. Nowhere or no one else. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ She was afraid of ruining their friendship— ruining memories wherein they were getting to know each other in their own corner in a teahouse. Giving in and accepting how she feels and what she wants, though, she also decides to put her trust in Cloud. She hopes he'll still see her and want to do things with her after all this, because she doesn't think she could ever try to avoid him again after this.

Her back hits the door, and she should probably rush to open it so that they can go inside. It's a conflicting feeling— reason and her desire to keep kissing him and be kissed in turn fighting one another.

While not one to fumble, her one hand does so in search of the doorknob. Past this door and these walls, they'll have their privacy. What she didn't want seen by people at the palace earlier, she can keep it all to herself. Cloud said he wants to say, and that means Ayaka can keep him all to herself tonight, as well.

The door to the dorm opens, quaint and simple, barely lived in. Ayaka pulls Cloud inside as gently as she would when tugging on his hand. Snow falls with such grace and elegance onto the ground, and Ayaka does not lose her composure at this moment. Each movement is with careful thought and grace, like she's dancing with her eyes closed. But as soon as she door shuts close, locked or not, she wraps her arms around his neck again, opening her mouth some more to let him kiss her deeper. If drowning felt like this, then she would prefer not to be saved. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ He can hear the click of the door behind her opening, and for a fleeting moment, he draws away from the kiss so that they can take those dancelike steps through. One of his sandals slips off when he lifts his leg up behind him, only faintly registering the need to shut the door behind them. And despite their size difference, it felt like Ayaka was the one leading him. He's the one whose usually so rough & tumble, but if there's one thing he could secretly pride himself on, it was his ability to adapt. He needed to dance? He'd dance with every sway of his hips and glide of his feet. He needed to take things nice and slow? He'd follow their lead if it meant staying within the moment.

And while he's not quite as good at it as Ayaka was, her Daijuu-like nature was quelling the more aggressive beast begging to be unleashed as they entered her dorm. It's no different from the one that he currently lives in, a small but temporary living space that served its purpose. It'd do the same for them tonight, containing these feelings that blossom within these walls for the two to share in. The only thing was...he wasn't so sure how or when he was going to stop kissing her. Or touching her. Or letting those bolder fantasies that ran amok in his brain wane. Not with the way he heard the door shut behind them like a trigger being pulled. He feels Ayaka's arms wrap around his neck, and he lets out a far more deep and commanding hum in his throat when she parts her lips for him.

They'll drown...and they'll keep going deeper and deeper like this as his one hand slides down her side, holding her by the curve of her hip as his tongue slips against hers. Just that alone was enough to intensify the fire in his stomach, his head swimming despite the fact he can see and think very clearly about what he wanted to do. She tastes sweet to him...and he can't help crave even more of her. Before his hands dare grow bolder as they step further into her dorm, a chair, cushioning, her bedroom, anywhere as long as they didn't have to stop... ]

Haa...~ [ he draws back, the soft glow of his eyes hazed over with need for her behind heavy lids as he wets his lips. ] Hot...

[ He feels hot. She's hot. And tonight he plans on rectifying that little 'game' they played. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ Ayaka's ideas past the door to the dorms are all jumbled up at this point. She wants nothing more than to keep being with Cloud— the specifics of it are up in the air. Cloud can be the one to decide what he would like to do, because Ayaka...

She would be more than happy to do anything and everything with him, in the confines of this small dormitory.

Blue eyes are on him, a pure and delicate gaze, thanking him for making her wish come true. With a gentle smile, she looks away. Honestly, she wants to keep kissing him, but... it feels a bit unbecoming to do so at this point. She's become bold enough to invite him in, to ask him to stay. She's going to need a little more courage this time for more. ]

We will share my room. The other one is, um, Ayato's... [ ... ah, the implications when she says that! Her face is red and she can't help but have her thoughts go out of control. Instead of stammer or get flustered by her own words, she takes his hand and leads him further in. Her own geta are removed to stay by the entranceway, with her feet barely covered by cloth as she leads him in.

It's a rather small dorm, sliding doors covering the receiving area which doubles as a living room, dining, and kitchen. One leads to Ayaka's room, one to Ayato's, and one to the bathroom. If he's hot, it must not be because of the open windows that carry a nice breeze into the dorm. Must be...

Ayaka slides the door to her room, a small low bed the only furniture in it besides a closet and a bedside table. When she looks back at him, she realises yet again what showing her room might seem like! She only wants to be hospitable and make him feel comfortable, so...

She walks closer to him, blushing so wildly as she gestures to his haori. Still, it's impossible not to smile right now, nervous as she is. Cloud is staying, after all. She feels hot, too, but she could never dare let her thoughts get the better of her. If... she'll spend tonight with Cloud, then she would like to do it as herself above all else. ]

May I?

[sultanofsquat]

[ Despite his minimal yet very awakening experiences here, Cloud...honestly couldn't say he was any better off than the younger Kamisato. This would be the first time he really felt he was making a choice for himself. When he felt something inside him finally give way? It wasn't to reckless abandon and yokai heatwaves. Despite how hungry he seemed on the surface, it was Cloud that was in the driver seat behind his needs. Which meant that when he's greeted to her gentle smile, it's Cloud who has to deal with the nerves that tell him to figure out what was the right pace. He's the one who has to deal with how red his face was. One would have thought they were drunk by how flush the two were... ]

A-Ah... [ He felt a shiver down his spine as he moves in just a little closer to her, his deeper blue eyes scoping around as he's lead to her bedroom. Of course the question is on his mind. ] He's not...

[ Here. Right now. Is he? Because the shameful part about all of this is that he wasn't so sure he had it in him to...leave...even if he was. Just the implications and thought of that was enough to make him squeeze her hand a little tighter. If they weren't in such a hurry to get to her room, he would have linked their fingers again as he swallows a nervous lump in his throat. What the hell... He's technically done something like this before. And he's become used to what the Daikoh and Daishoku waves of desire felt like that they were still present and bolstering him...

Yet his excitement grows in a unique way when they do finally make it to her room. Simplistic, just like his was. Only the only decoration his room had was his sword if he ever decided to keep it at home. Like now. His mouth is still agape with a sense of awe, keeping his eyes on her as promised even when she looks back at him and gestures to his haori. He can feel his body itching, yearning to shed layers and selfishly peel away hers, but when she asks so tenderly...

How the hell was he supposed to resist? Her purity is something that leaves him torn. How did you preserve something so precious...yet want it all to come undone in his hold at once? His breath catches for a beat, exercising patience as he gets what she's implying when he warmly sighs. ]

Mm.

[ He nods, returning her smile with a shy one of his own. Cloud wants her. But he's not desperate. He can wait. He can be patient. ...he thinks. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ She's nervous. Ever so nervous when she slowly slips her fingers underneath the collar of his haori. If Cloud stands still, she circles him, goes behind him to properly slip off the haori from his shoulders. It's like a ceremony, done with expertise and grace. She barely touches him, fingers grazing his skin through the fabric of his kimono, only making some contact when her fingers accidentally touch the back of his neck.

Her touch is scorching hot, drawing a moth to her flame. She doesn't seem to notice this herself, but to her, it feels as if Cloud is the one who's burning her up.

With the haori slipped off, she proceeds to walk to one side of the room, to hang it on the oki. She's so nervous, even taking a small detour to switch the lamp on and dim the lights of the room. ]

Would you wear something like this again? It looked very nice on you.

[ She already said so earlier, but... as she smooths out the fabric with her fingers, she imagines him in something a bit more formal, with more design. How good it would look on him.

And how she would remove layer by layer if she's allowed to.

Her heart just keep racing, never stopping. If Cloud said anything now, his words would feel so loud. While they've gotten this far, he's going to need to calm this heron down, bring her back, else she may escape and fly away. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ 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. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ Perhaps it is because she's gotten what she wanted that she wants to prolong this moment, just the company of someone she yearns for more than anything else. She understands what she said at the doorway— she invited him to stay with her tonight, and she did so for a purpose. In this little room, it feels as if she's forgotten, anxious of what's to come.

What is she nervous about? She asks herself that now. Is she embarrassed for what she's done? She's about to tell herself that she is, when she remembers advice given to her. Her own eyes widen when she remembers to embrace this feeling, and she would have turned around to tend to Cloud and assist him in undressing further, but before she could do so? He's already making his presence known to her ever so closely.

Her breath hitches, and an incoherent sound leaves her in surprise. The hairs on her nape stand, and she's forced to let go of the haori. Fingers stay in the air for a few seconds, and she hears him sigh against her ear and she breaks. Ayaka surrenders, hands lowering with each passing second, nails lightly scratching the fabric before her as if she's clinging to it.

She isn't naked, but she feels bare like this, with her hair down and with Cloud being so close. He says her name, kisses her and sucks on her neck, and she can't help the little mewl that leaves her lips. She would say his name, but she instead cants her head to the side as her eyes close. Will he try to mark her neck like this? ]

Cloud... [ ... she would like that. She would like that very much. To be marked. To be claimed. Whatever anxiety she may have tonight, she surrenders it all to him. She trusts that he'll be patient with her, to guide her when her inexperience and her shyness shows. ] Ah...

[ The layers she wears feel like they're weighing her down, now. Despite how thick her kimono may be, it still feels like he's touching her directly when he gives her breasts a squeeze. She can only imagine how it would feel if he actually did— once they've disrobed and his hands would be on her again. Would her dreams be the same as reality, or would the latter be a sweeter memory to remember?

Her hands find his on her chest, but not to pull them away. She would like to encourage him to touch her more, despite her initial shyness. One hand guides his lower, so that they may start with removing the obi together. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Though Cloud's nerves were pushed to the wayside, that didn't leave him with much more experience either. Everything he does, the way he moves, the way he succumbs to his urges, it's all instinct and listening to the feeling in his gut. He wasn't so sure that things would have went so fast if they'd met under different circumstances, let alone a different world. But if there's one thing he's learned in the time spent on this planet...was that at his core? He wouldn't change a thing about meeting Ayaka. They've only known one another for little over a month, and she's already more than earned his trust and loyalty. And if these past weeks have been telling enough...she's earned far more than that as he tells himself to take a leap. ]

Couldn't wait...

[ He breathes somewhere between a sigh and moan, spurred by the airier, sweeter little mewl he earns from the younger Kamisato. When she cants her head for him, he can't help but move in closer, taking the open invite as he draws deep of her scent. The Daishoku in him was the one that gave off the magical waves that spurred others' heat, but it's like Ayaka was the one drawing him further in, the Daikoh encouraging him to be a little more assertive knowing she's crumbling for him. There's hardly any pressure behind the graze of his teeth, a faint pinch before he continues to suck a little harder against her flawless skin. Sooth and indulge, she's giving him more than enough to keep him busy while he learns just what makes her tick.

The petite swordswoman was curvier than he would have thought beneath her practical armor, the thicker layers of her kimono leaving him hungering for more. Even his own top and hakama were feeling like too much, but all good things came in time. Not to mention this was the first time that he's tried to disrobea kimono. It takes some work, clumsiness on his part but patience as they work together in tugging and loosening the sash around her waist, but it didn't take long for the couple to succeed. There's pauses inbetween his kisses along her neck because of this, but it wasn't long before he was back at it again, working to leave his mark now that her kimono was looser. The hand that'd been groping her breast through those layers glides up the front of her outfit, up the side as he helps pull the material up and off one of her shoulders. Until half of her top was shrugged and hanging down her side. ]

That okay?

[ Quite the question to ask when your hand was moving right back over her chest, Cloud. There's still more layers, which is why between caresses, his fingers shift and search for where the folds are so that he could effectively start peeling them further back. He can feel his lower abdomen clenching with anticipation, but he paces himself so as to not just start ripping her outfit open. At this rate, he really was going to mark her...

And if he had it his way, he wasn't going to settle for just her neck. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ It does take some time, even just from removing the obi. Piece by piece, Ayaka's wardrobe falls to the floor, until she's left with her nagajuban, satin, pure white, and shining from the moonlight and the light from the lamp in Ayaka's room. Beneath it are her panties, and nothing more, and Cloud would be successful in getting the Shirasagi Himegimi to fully bare herself to him.

She doesn't mind, she thinks... this is what she wants. His kisses elicit more and more sounds of pleasure from her, all soft and contained, because she doesn't think she could ever be loud in the midst of intimacy. Shirasagi Himegimi or Ayaka— she just can't.

The cold breeze touches her shoulders, but what makes her shudder are the hands on her breasts, nipples hardening by the second from being touched. Ayaka gives an affirmative "mm" when she nods, acknowledging that this is okay. There is nothing about this that she doesn't want, despite her prolonging getting to where they are now in the first place.

She takes his hand if only to make him pause. She tells herself not to turn his back on him at this important time, facing him for the first time looking like this.

Her hair is down and loose, the shape of her face being accentuated because of this. She's looking at him with awe in her gaze, lips red and swollen from all the kissing. If he's going to undress her, then... she thinks it is only proper to see how he would react to her body. A side of her neck's already started to get red, just a little more and he definitely would be able to make a mark that would stay until morning comes. ]

Please take care of me, Cloud.

[ She lets out a shaky breath after saying that, finding herself... amused with what she said. It's not that she doesn't trust Cloud, but... it's her way of saying that he can do whatever he would like to her tonight, or should they share another moment like this in the future...

Guiding his hands again to the ribbon that keeps the robe she has on together, it becomes easier to slip out of the last piece of clothing she has on. If he lets go, it creates a pile on the floor with nothing but Kamisato Ayaka for Cloud Strife to witness. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ She wasn't alone. Even when he thinks that his voice may spill out louder, it's a more wanting growl when fully riled up, or hushed airy sighs as he's so used to handling any frustrations by himself. A quiet, not-so-intimate affair if he ever needed to take the edge off. But this wasn't time spent alone. These were what those restless nights, tossing and turning and thinking of her during these waves of heat had built to. Moments before his ministrations could start growing in fervor, his kisses along the side of her neck becoming bolder as he fights the urge to just grind against her back as his own arousal starts building...she stops him. The hand over his on her chest grants him pause, and he obeys when she finally turns around to face him.

Ayaka didn't even need to drop the nagajuban yet for his lust-laden gaze to temper at the sight of her. This is the first time he's seen her with her hair down, not quite realizing just how much she had until it was free from her hairpiece. It wasn't a common word in his vocabulary, but when he thinks of her while she's dressed for the day...the ponytail adds another element to her charm. She's cute when her ponytail is up. And she's always been beautiful, something he knows she prides herself on. Seeing her as she is now, lips begging to be kissed again and her purer blue eyes capturing his,

She's breathtaking. He never would have found himself staring so long or so longingly before...but if this world was meant to be an awakening for him? He's sure as hell glad he can realize just how lucky he was to have this chance with her.

Even if a moment like this didn't come again for some time...it's a good thing she couldn't read his thoughts. Because everything to come was going to be living rent free in his head on the more lonely nights. He can't help but let out a shaky, albeit heated huff when she asks him to take care of her, the hand that'd once been on her chest moving down to the curve of her hip. In his peripheral, her white robe got loosened some as her layers were removed, unable to help the tease of her cleavage as he realizes that she's bare beneath it all.

She's really depending on him...and he gets her message loud and clear. Cloud's experienced what it's like to lose control, to not care about how rough or how long he would go for when the Daishoku waves were in full swing, but for her...he was going to continue reminding himself when and where to pace himself. Until the night carries on past midnight, the longer his eyes drink her body rocking against his, he becomes more and more crazy for the younger Kamisato. If he could do whatever he wanted with her tonight, than he was going to take good care of her while letting himself indulge.

Rather than answer her verbally however, he can feel the last piece of ribbon tying her fall free as she guides his hand... The final piece of clothing pools behind her, and he can hear the illusory voice in his head tell him to get set.

Pure, beautiful, invitingly soft in all the right places as the dim lighting of the room makes her that much more desirable. Try as he might to hold her gaze, he's seen what his hands have done in working her over, pink nipples pebbled from his affection, the soft red mark on her neck so close to staying... Cloud turns up the heat, skipping a couple steps on the way there as he hungrily claims her lips with another kiss, thinking less and acting on feel.

Go. ]

— — —

[ By the time Cloud set Ayaka down on the bed, he'd been less ceremonious in getting out of his own clothes, the only thing to remain by the time he was between her legs and slowly grinding his hips being his own juban hanging off him. That and his own briefs, straining painfully tight and not leaving much to the imagination as he sighs against her neck between little love bites. He holds one of her hands in his, fingers laced and squeezing when he hums his approval to this friction. The other was again caressing her full breast, fingers digging and sinking with each squeeze as they work themselves up into a frenzy. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ These sensations are dizzying. Were Ayaka still standing, her knees would have given up on her and she would have surrendered completely. Cloud holding her hand and squeezing it now is what anchors her to stay in the moment, to revel in this feeling of intimacy between the two of them.

Her lips are parted, unable to close them when each passing second gets her to mewl and moan with the little love bites she's given. Ayaka does not squirm, but the tickling sensation she feels does make her move around a little. She's trying her best not to be too loud, when she imagines that would turn Cloud off. Even her breathing is heavy, but why wouldn't it be?

Her clit is constantly pulsing, begging for more friction; her panties are damp because of how wet she is from her arousal. If she weren't moving her hips in time with his, she knows she'd be starting to feel pain. Each squeeze Cloud gives to her breasts gets her shivering, her toes curl as she folds her legs up. ]

Ah... Yes...

[ Gods, how it would feel if they didn't have anything on left. It feels so good as is, but she knows... the butterflies in her stomach would flutter about even more with what's to come next. She awaits with eager anticipation, body ready for more. Ayaka wants Cloud to make love to her tonight, to be with her in a fit of passion, slow at first as they get to know each other. But she's imagined for days... she's pictured going at it again, more than once on a special night such as this. She's imagined being so tired at the end of it all, sweat covering her bangs and she can no longer speak. She's imagined what it would be like to fall asleep in his arms when she can't handle more, not even having the energy to dress up properly. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Had Cloud left her on her feet in his possessive arms, the domineering Daikoh in him might have indulged in her submissive state. Another vivid flash of a fantasy that he tried discarding before, picturing Ayaka slumping to her knees for him, breath hot along his heavy crotch as he imagines her pulling his waistband down... But it's a good thing that those urges were only bolstering his own feelings, wanting nothing more than to just be closer to the white heron. Not to cage her, but to make her feel safe without the need to fly away.

He continues to rub against her damp panties, his hips rolling slow yet rhythmic, catching on her clit through her soaked crotch. If this was the loudest Ayaka got tonight, he could revel in it for how cute she was being. Adorable trying to keep hold of her purity even in the throes of passion. Then again...wasn't Cloud doing the same thing? Tempering himself as he sucks harder on the red mark he'd started till he tenderly bruised her? Had Cloud surrendered himself to his inner bestial desires, she wouldn't have made it to the bed before he had her leg hoisted whilst standing, spread for him while he desperately pounded into her. Or on the floor beside her bed, hungering over her smaller frame from behind. Going at it again and again, coaxing her even when her energy wanes.

But she guides him, unknowingly, with her actions and her voice as she breathes a solitary yes. Pulling away from the slickened side of her neck with a small little 'pop' as he stops sucking as he pushes himself more upright on his knees, admiring her body as he keeps one hand in hers. As for the other? It doesn't even bother with trying to slip her panties off, too close to want to even move away for a second as he lightly tugs the front of them aside. His fingers stick with glistening wet strings from just brushing her exposed pussy, before reaching for the waistband of his own briefs, swallowing that nervous lump in his throat when he pulls them down just enough for his cock to spring free. The layers of his kimono hid it well earlier, but now that it fully hits him as to what they're about to do, there's nothing hiding him from her as his broad underside slides along her outer folds before resting along her front.

He's inexperienced, and he didn't dare ask what Ayaka's specifically experienced either; but so long as he kept holding her hand... ]

Haa... Ah—

[ He'll take things nice and slow. Especially if he wanted to revel in this as he shifts his hips and lines himself up with her tight entrance before rolling forward. And with enough pressure, he fulfils one of the first steps of the fantasies that kept them both up at night, his cockhead disappearing inside her before he began sliding more of his dick into her. His breath catches in his throat, resting his hand atop her soft thigh as he drinks the view of her in, her insides hot around him as he waits before going any deeper. ]