"would you like some help getting rid of that kimono?" (suggestive or not, whatever you're feeling more ;3)
𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒚 , 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 . while perusing the stalls of the grand bazaar with aether she had come across an ensemble of clothing she’d bought on impulse . the dress was one of the many purchases she had made that day , but she’d been having too much fun with aether to even realize just how much she’d bought to bring back to inazuma . lips quirk as she examines the dress . the earth tones were a stark contrast from the colors she normally wears , but she doesn’t necessarily dislike it . she’s not quite sure how the olive green fabric would look on her but that’s the least of her worries . the problem at hand is that ayaka has no idea how to undo the layers of her kimono . the obi and obi - ita are difficult for her to remove , and usually she has attendants to help her with such things . but here in sumeru she doesn’t have the luxury of attendants to help her and so she debates on the struggle of getting out of it . the two of them would be late attending the sabzeruz festival if she postpones it any longer but as if reading her mind at that very moment she hears aether’s voice from the other side of the door .
" would you like some help getting rid of that kimono ? "
he’s observant , she’ll give him that . ayaka smiles to herself before heading to the door , fingers reaching for the knob and propping it open just enough to look at him . she always had had a soft spot for aether ; aside from ayato and thoma he was one of the few she trusted . blue doe eyes meet his gaze , her cheeks painted a soft pink as they stand there in an understanding silence . the door cracks open a bit wider so she can allow him passage inside . ❛ i’d like that very much , ❜ she replies softly as she turns away for him to follow her deeper inside the room . the soft click of the door closing makes her heart race and it’s only when she feels his presence behind her that she feels her nerves addled with nervousness .
fingers undo the obi at her waist , the fabric of her kimono spilling downwards and splitting at the front to expose the fabric of her juban . the white is sheer and meant to be breathable , but as aether helps remove the outer part of the kimono she feels practically exposed . her skin pebbles at the barest touch of his hands against her and though it is only a soft brush made against her she feels like she’s on fire . the warmth of him hovers at her backside and she can feels the nearness of his lips on the back of her neck as he undoes the front of the juban at her shoulder . ❛ we’ll be late , ❜ she says quietly , almost breathlessly . her chest rises sharply at the contact of his lips against the nape of her neck and shoulder and she stifles the soft gasp threatening to escape . ❛ then we’ll be late , ❜ she hears him breathe into her skin as his hands wrap around her front selfishly .
all of her feels like it’s on fire , wildfire running across her skin as he brands her with his touch . carnal exploration is made with precision as his fingers rest beneath the swell of her breasts . the fabric concealing her falls at her feet until she’s entirely bare before him and while she’d be embarrassed by such a thing she feels nothing but unbridled desire as he looks at her . aether guides her to turn around until they’re face to face . she tries to read the expression on his face but he gives nothing away . instead his finger rests at her chin to cant her head upwards . ayaka takes a look at him a real look . he was an apogee of something otherworldly , the highest summit of whatever world he’d come from . how she hopelessly loved him without admitting such a thing aloud . ❛ please … i want this . ❜ her words are a permission to continue and as her eyes thin out she feels his lips against hers . and in that moment she is his entirely , endlessly .
