@altwoism liked this for a nasty starter (harvey + ayano)
"I told you I'd make it up to you, didn't I? You were right. I was being mean. I'm sorry." The sweetness of her voice is matched with the serene expression on her face, and her fingers are undoing the front of her blouse with ease.
Ayano Kanemaru is about twenty years younger, and she speaks in the only language she knows how to when she says sorry.
She's wearing the lingerie he gifted her a Valentine's Day ago, and she wears her jewelry in perfect symmetry. She had an eye for those kinds of details, one of those things they had in common, and so everything from her clothing to the layout of the apartment when he had walked in was arranged in accordance with them. The food served was his favorite take-out and a wine she opened in front of him-- these are all ways in which she says sorry. But Ayano mostly apologizes with her body, which she assumes is why he still even bothers at all.
Her skirt is removed by fluidly stepping out of it, and she knits their fingers together and rests her head on his chest, swaying the two of them slightly. The lingerie is split half and half between pink and blue, because he had at least tried to get something in her favorite color, but she wore more blue even though she liked it less, which makes things very confusing.
"We can do it however you like, Harvey. I love you." One hand moves to slide up his chest, a silent offer to help him out of his clothing. "I love you a lot."