The physical affirmation of her nuzzling back was good enough for Anko, as the words barely were heard over her own heart and labored breaths. Almost to the point of being overwhelming, Anko nudges her head against Kurenai again. Moving lower until her face was slotted nicely against her neck, nuzzling and gently kissing the skin there. " Regret this? Heh, why... " She hummed, another deep breath taken to try and steady herself. " Why else do you think I'm so okay with you touching me? "
In truth, Anko didn't let many people touch her unprompted. While she may show affection and love through physical touch more than anything, seldom does she allow others to reciprocate. Yet Kurenai had never been met with the blade of her kunai when coming in for a hug, nor was her hand bitten whenever she wished to brush it through Anko's hair. She trusted her.
Being a genjutsu master, Kurenai knew all too well like Anko how difficult the real world and illusion can be. Whether it be by suffering through nightmares, and Kurenai crafting them, they both lived their lives in a constant fight between reality and delusion.











