@cosmosin wrote: ' you are more beautiful than i imagined. ' / cough kyo and fuyumi cough
an exclamation of awe whispered so softly she almost hadn't heard it. hands come to rest at her side, fingers curling into the bedsheets below her, suddenly very aware the state she's have found herself in. red and silver locks tumble lazily down her back, the blue silks of her kimono shimmering in the lamplight like a pool of water outlining her naked form. there is nothing between them, her body is laid out as bare for him as her heart the night they shared their first kiss.
this is a logical escalation, the forgone conclusion of any relationship, and yet for all its inevitability, it never occurred to her that he might imagine her the same way she so often conjured thoughts of him. in quiet, intimate moments, when the world seemed to stand still. hands drifting along aching skin, creeping beneath the waistband of his pants to draw pleasure and relief with her name on his lips-
she hadn't thought it possible for her cheeks to grow any darker, but somehow the thought causes an even more intense heat to rise to her face.
" i... " it's a struggle to keep her hands from lifting to cover herself, heart hammering so quickly in her chest that there is a small part of her that's worried she'll fall unconscious before he can even touch her. and there is nothing but sincerity and adoration and hunger in his eyes. nothing she can grasp onto to deflect from the intensity of the moment.
at last, her hands rise, shakily reaching out to grab hold of the front of his uniform. she struggles somewhat with each button, steadily unfastening each one until the garment hangs uselessly from his shoulders. her hands come to rest on his stomach, fingers spread across his skin, resting just above the waistband of his trousers. " i want to be yours, kyojuro. please. "
