you won't survive this winter . selective side-blog for HARUMI HASASHI of mortal kombat franchise ; will follow back from . frozenbreath .
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you won't survive this winter . selective side-blog for HARUMI HASASHI of mortal kombat franchise ; will follow back from . frozenbreath .
@biiingchu . cont.
we all try to slither back to our first skin and who knows how we've stepped on to the world . as a free bird ; as a slithering little snake ; as a tree or an ocean ! she thinks , skin to skin , rotting and rotting and learning to lose things to become a woman at last . finally learning to cover up the wings with shoulder blades , oh she's glad her gums don't hurt from smiling too much at the strangers she's glad they accepted them . aren't stories better with bright faced and dull minded girls , isn't world a better place if you can rest between the legs of a willing woman ? her pale legs carry her to the top of the spiral stairs with a soft frown upon fair features after hearing the screams and crashes . a bloodied , dirty man stands amongst the pile of bodies with knowing eyes and panting chest . ' he did it all by himself ? ' perhaps all those skins haven't taught her to keep the instincts hidden inside her , perhaps all she learned was to pretend to be a woman and not a fierce little being that gently allows the stranger pull her into his warmth as her long lashes touch her pink cheeks with a small twitch of her red lips . what a confident man , her gaze instead moves to a dead body and lingers on it .
❛ i think you broke more than ' fucking ice ' here . ❜ rules , glass , tables , bones . insults seem so wrong on her tender tongue , that brushes along her bottom lip , aiming to wet it before she raises the elegant glass of champagne she's carried with herself to them to take a small sip . it's not cool enough anymore but it'll do its job . ❛ harumi . ❜ simple , noble , daddy's little girl . thrown into life of business a little too soon . she places her glass on the counter and brushes her thumb and index against tip of her small nose , it smells like blood here , her most abhorred scent in the world but for some reason the one on HIM doesn't bother him . one long finger hooks inside the space between one button and the one beneath it , brings him back closer to herself . noses brush , his neck might ache with how he's tilting to reach her height , she doesn't exactly care . ❛ who are you ? ❜
@tsumaa gets a starter.
❄️ || Legs intertwining, heartbeat racing, his breath the only thing in the still air as the wrecked havoc of the world of Shirai Ryu goes quiet. Is this real, or just a dream? If Kuai Liang lets go of everything he had known, maybe then he will disappear, fade into that secret part of the brain where one keeps all the perfect lost things. As the defector of the Lin Kuei serving the Shirai Ryu to overturn the corrupt criminality of the clan which former Tundra used to dedicate his blood, heart, and soul to - only became the most barbaric, crude beasts upon the rival’s compound, as once mellowing hopes to solidify their allegiance had scornfully turned into the Shirai Ryu’s vicious massacre. How Kuai Liang wishes to bring light into the impenetrable darkness of the corrupted Lin Kuei that resides deep in the brine. How the lack of humanity and humility had become the feast for the ravenous flies that usurped them to commit such heinous crimes as he refused to sacrilegiously taint his hand in this.
This stifling inferno blazing behind them had made a ghost of them; Harumi Hasashi and Kuai Liang should be considered dead, long perished beneath the demon tendrils of gnawing conflagration that would have long suffocated their lives and rendered them into nothing more than cinder and dust beneath the collapsed rubble of the village. How the silence devastates, as Kuai Liang’s long gaze, nearly a thousand yard stare honed upon this unmarked grave. This melancholic sorrow and hopelessness has worn him down, and in this wilderness of it all, he accepts that he is lost. Perhaps he was meant to be, beneath the tides of borrowed time. The verdant, fathomless forest goes on and on for no end, and with Harumi’s hand in his, Kuai Liang sprints, leading her towards the labyrinth, as he leads her to a shack where Hanzo Hasashi tipped him in advance to use as their safe house.
“Does Satoshi know of this location?” The chambers of his lungs threaten to burst out from his steady, broadened cage, as his cool fingers seek purchase against Harumi’s dampened warmth. Beneath his proverbial, pragmatic calmness, there is an inkling of desperation etching, as his bubbling blood surges and colors him rubicund red, offsetting his light olive skin. “A-and… Hanzo, if it weren’t for his vehement insistence, I would have risked my life for you, 我的女士 [my lady].” ❄️ ||
blood had painted her rose gardens , the kiss she planted on hanzo's lips still lingers on her tongue . ' will you be alright ? ' / " i will come back for you . " satoshi remained with his father , they had to split and run as fast as they could . unfortunately the icy blade a lin kuei had stabbed harumi's thigh with prevented her fast sprint , on her own she wouldn't be able to run too far but a kinder cryomancer had come to her rescue . they exchanged a few words with hanzo as harumi held her son with tears in her eyes , begged him to be safe , begged his father to keep their son safe . harumi had often been described as a tender rose , but as blood covers her once pale thigh and kimono while she runs for her life , as her hands shake but still grip onto the cold man's wrist , as she tries her best to remain calm but her people scream in agony and slowly their screams become a distant echo in the heart of the night ; there'd be so little to think of this woman as a soft little red rose without thorns .
her hands cover her ears then , to somehow avoid the silence . behind them lays a dead village , if she listens she'll hear a moan , a weak plea for gods to stay alive , and she doesn't listen . her leg is covered with the cloth , she doesn't mention it to kuai liang and doesn't want to take care of it yet . this was the safest place hanzo had built for them , in case of emergency and danger to seek refuge and be safe . the shack is cold and damp . no lights , no sounds , sometimes her breath hitches when something moves , but other than that nothing is moving here . liang's voice is too loud despite its tenderness , it makes her shoulders jump . ❛ yes . . . he knows . ❜ she responds in a delicate , small voice , keeping her head down low . away from the blue of his armor , away from the frost on his flesh . but his next words make her look up , sharp eyes widening slightly and closing with a tear rolling down her cheek . a new tear , to mix with the drying ones .
' i would have risked my life for you ' . is hanzo risking his life for her then ? sniffling , she wipes her cheeks and limps to the bed that's located near the fireplace . they have slept here , her , hanzo and satoshi . they had made up stories , played little games until the fright of another attack was ridden from their minds . this wasn't the first time the lin kuei attacked but some wicked noise in her head tells her it'll be the last . she doesn't listen to it now , instead sits on the bed and reaches beneath it to pull out a small box . ❛ can you - ❜ a soft hiss of pain , her hand lets go of the box to lean forward and pull the end of her loose kimono upwards . pausing to continue , her damp cheeks reddening in embarrassment as she whispers . ❛ can you help me ? i'm bleeding . . . ❜
"What's ur type in men?" "Morally grey men with touch her and I'll kill you vibes"
@tsumaa
tsumaa:
under normal conditions , being hushed would be quite effective to irritate her but now it’s an odd shiver that runs up her spine . smooth black locks of hair trap between his chin and her neck , the fall away to allow the heat of his mouth to burn her . they’d end in flames if there is an ending for them , loud and bright despite her extra attention to stay quiet in this very moment with his palm cupping her breast . her sigh trembles in delicate throat , impossible to say no to such a face and she finds herself mindlessly and rather quickly nodding her head at his request . anything to get him keep going .
their joined lips remain close even when their kiss ends . the red silk of her kimono gathering in a gentle , liquid like shape that hung from her elbows . a loose , thin ribbon keeping the front of it half closed . as he busies himself with bareness of her shoulder she takes her time to peck his temple , his cheek , close to his ear . ❛ what got you so excited all of a sudden , hmm ? ❜
eventually she turns around in his arms , a swift and dance-like movement of her lean body as it sinks back into his warmth . her smile returned , she lets her loving gaze roam his features before her arms lower to get rid of the kimono completely . unmarked and smooth , save for the fading mark he’s left on her thigh . just being playful , not like anyone could see it . again she turns around , shoulders pressing snug against the firmness of his chest as she guides his hands to where she wants them . which are simple ; one on her heart and other trying to slide it between her pale thighs .
❛ i’ll try my best . if my husband is kind enough to do anything at all in the first place . ❜
:・゚ 🔥┇His love for her is a torrent — never ending and blinding. It pulses in his heart, in his head, and well — below the belt. Hanzo would go to the ends of the Earth for Harumi — would swim endless seas and run through charring deserts — if only for a glance, a touch, her voice. She could ask for the moon and he would find a way to unhook its light from the night sky and offer it to her as a luminescent jewel. Those moments are not too far in between, but they are potent and true when they happen.
What has gotten him this excited? He offers a low chuckle, a rumble in his throat, before he adds: ❝mm — the sake was particularly good — ❞, he quips, although it is a half truth, for the sake especially drowned out Harumi’s father’s derogative comments; he does not need alcohol to get him in the mood: ❝— but your presence always incites excitement. Waiting for the right moment proves difficult, however. I believe this is one of those moments.❞
Bare now before him, his breath catches in his throat. After all these years and he is still stunned by her beauty — his smile nearly adolescent as she twists and dances between his arms — guide his hands where she wants his touch. Warm fingers seek her lips — find her already wet and wanting, slick against his fingertips. His lips spread into a slow smile, sliding across that bundle of nerves — while he kneads her breast with renewed gusto. ❝You challenge me?❞ The humor in his tone is unmistakable, pleased by her reaction as his hand moves back and fro upon her center.
Lasts a moment before he becomes too impatient — he takes the lead, gripping onto her hips and swirling her around to face him before he guides her down onto the futon — his lips find the soft junction between her shoulder and neck, her collarbone, her nipple, and traces kisses all the way down to her navel — Hanzo nibbles at the smooth skin of her belly, at her hipbones — nuzzles onto her, her sweet musky scent invading his nostrils — gazes upward, wetting his lips with his tongue: ❝are you certain you can keep quiet?❞
now harumi hasashi isn't the quietest of lovers when it came to her husband , but she's practiced quite well ever since satoshi was born . she'd try her best , only hanzo could hear her breathlessness and soft gasps if he was facing her and close enough though sometimes it felt like hanzo was doing it on purpose to get her to be louder . when he asks about it and she rethinks about it , it feels like she won't be able to stay quiet at all . he's like a feral predator with a gentle smile , wetting his lips to get ready to pounce on his prey . pale thighs spread , her head nods a few times before she lays back onto the soft futon .
it starts out slow , and the woman is quiet for the most part . harumi used to think their love is too bright to be quiet , one made for titans and divine beings nothing akin to them . but soon she's decided not to be too dramatic about it when a maid had caught them behind a tree , as awkward as it was , and made hanzo shift from a confident lover to a blushing mess of a boy , harumi had learned an important lesson from it ; to be quiet . simple .
as impossible as it was as hanzo's mouth worked in such magical ways that made her see stars . her teeth catches plump lip between them , a reminder of their risky situation by the firmness of the foreign pillow under her head . she sighs , twice , the second time a low noise mixes with it . there could be no greater heaven than this moment , when his head was between her legs . ❛ that feels good . . . that - ah . . . ❜ another sigh of pleasure leaves her panting lips , with a smile that soon fades into a familiar expression of beed and desperation . ❛ hanzo - ❜ this time her knuckles press against her lips as she starts grinding down against his tongue . rolling her hips in circular motions , then up and down , any kind of friction that quenches her flames . one hand reaches between her legs to his dark hair , thick and long , bony fingers tangle into them and tugs with enough force to make it hurt a little .
𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
feel free to change any pronouns or subjects (or reverse). tw for blood, death and physical violence mention.
‘ is it complete? ’
‘ who are you? ’
‘ who is this? ’
‘ why are you bleeding? ’
‘ what would i do without you? ’
‘ do you feel alright? ’
‘ what’s your name? ’
‘ why do you hate me? ’
‘ do you want something to eat? ’
‘ aren’t you supposed to be someone important? ’
‘ did you read it yet? ’
‘ can you help me? ’
‘ why do you act so weirdly? ’
‘ what do i do with someone like you? ’
‘ you awake? ’
‘ can’t you tell left from right? ’
‘ how dare you? ’
‘ can i have a word? ’
‘ why didn’t you fight back? ’
‘ can you stop interupting me? ’
‘ why are you here? ’
‘ what happened? ’
‘ haven’t you said enough? ’
‘ why are you still ___? ’
‘ why don’t you shut up and be quiet? ’
‘ what did you dream of? ’
‘ why are you yelling? ’
‘ how could you say that? ’
‘ is that mine? ’
‘ why did you turn out this way? ’
‘ are you talking to me? ’
‘ why won’t he date me? ’
‘ why did you hit him? ’
‘ why are you crying yourself to sleep? ’
‘ are you serious? ’
‘ who did this? ’
‘ will i regret this? ’
‘ do you promise? ’
‘ is that mine? ’
‘ am i dead? ’
‘ can you stop moving? ’
‘ is he looking at me? ’
‘ does it hurt? ’
‘ how did that happen? ’
‘ what’s the weather for tomorrow? ’
‘ are you in love with me yet? ’
‘ is it that important? ’
‘ want some? ’
‘ was that an accident? ’
‘ what’s the deal with you? ’
‘ who do you think you are? ’
‘ can i ask you something? ’
‘ why don’t you leave then? ’
‘ how could you? ’
‘ is this all you can do? ’
‘ why is this here? ’
‘ how did you get in here? ’
‘ is it freezing to you? ’
‘ what are you making tdday? ’
‘ are you lost? ’
‘ has it been that long? ’
‘ how could you? ’
"how did you get this scar?" from Hanzo @fatalistyc
@fatalistyc / ANGST STARTES. accepting
death , some days , keeps her at arms length and asks her to get ready and she screams ' NO ! i haven't lived yet , i promise i'm starting i haven't lived yet and my home awaits me ! ' was it the tremble of her hands that gave it away ? she was lucky to have carried his katana to the heart of woods where she could bring a basket of cherries . not that her skill could compete with the might of the lin kuei ; she believes the man that attacked her simply bored , or irritated by the bright yellow color of her silk kimono . he leaves with a leer and harumi is left trembling and growling and clutching her katana tight . if anything it's saved her .
when she comes home she doesn't have her basket and she's oddly quiet , it was only at night when hanzo's hand brushed against her shoulder did she greathe out a small hiss and it was inevitable not to face his frown . quick , alert , samurai mode she called it . it was a scratch that was frozen , an ugly imprint and hard to hide , harumi didn't know how she was planning to hide it from hanzo . ❛ it's nothing . i fell into a bush on my way home . ❜ the warm rays of her smile hopefully distract him and if it doesn't , she's taking his face between her hands to lay a lingering peck upon the corner of his mouth . ❛ i'm fine . ❜
𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 \ sentence starter pack, i. feel free to change wording \ pronouns as you see fit.
don’t go.
please, don’t go.
it hurts.
this hurts.
we can’t be friends.
you shouldn’t be here.
stay here with me.
it doesn’t feel like you care.
i can’t feel your heart.
i’m so alone.
i need you here, with me.
there’s nothing left.
we’re up in flames, the both of us.
it all comes crashing down.
i don’t know what to do.
you won’t go with me?
why don’t you stay here?
i’m going alone.
my heart’s broken.
they broke your heart.
where did this come from?
how did you get this scar?
who is {name}?
what are you saying?
i shouldn’t have come here.
it’s like we’ve become strangers.
who hurt you?
who did this to you?
please, don’t ignore me.
please, say something.
is there something i should know?
i’m not leaving you here.
you can’t do this to me.
after all that we’ve been through…
there’s something you need to know.
→ Gong Li as the White bone spirit in the Monkey king 2
a shit ton of kisses + writing prompts
two characters haven't seen each other for a while, one keeps rambling about something insignificant and the other one kisses them because ''shut up you're rambling just kiss me''
lover has fallen asleep and the character places a lil cute kiss on their forehead
hand kisses!!!! let me invite you for a dance!!!!! let's end it with a kiss on the cheek!!!!
two characters look at each other. silence. then. BOOM BANG LIPS CRASHING CAN'T RESIST YOU ANYMORE BAM BOOM THERE'S A WALL LET'S PIN YOU AGAINST IT
we're dancing and somehow my lips end up on yours
you kissed me and i thought we hated each other but you're pulling me closer and suddenly the world is spinning and i don't want you to stop
gentle kisses on a lover's knuckles after tending to their wounds
i'm supposed to be mad at you but you're holding my face and smiling and i just can't resist it when you're pouting like that
i know we're not together but i might die today so i'm going to kiss you just in case there is no later
you kissed me and i wasn't prepared but it feels really good so i'm going to wrap my hands around you and pull you even closer
the antagonist took you hostage, and i'm a mess, i've been beaten, badly injured trying to get them to release you, i can barely stand and i'm bleeding, but it doesn't matter, you're safe, and you're back in my arms, and i don't care about anything but getting to feel your lips on mine once more
we have a shit ton of stuff to do today but you're bored and want kisses and my attempt at resisting fails and we end up making out on the floor
you insist it's time to get out of bed but i'm going to pull you back with a kiss and somehow five more minutes turns into an hour
i have to leave, you can't come with me, and this goodbye kiss, it's going to last longer than any of our other kisses because i can't bear the thought of not having you near
i'm fighting every urge not to kiss you but i can't do it any longer
we're with family and can't kiss but let's sneak into your old room for a minute
you're late for your flight but can't resist jumping out of the car give me one last kiss before leaving
wrapping arms around your lover, kissing their cheek, before resting your head on their forehead
it's our anniversary and i don't want you to see what i've planned so i'm going to lead you into the kitchen blindfolded but i'm going to place a kiss on your head because you're confused about what's happening and it's adorable
so you've got one character, with their back pressed against the door, fighting the urge to kiss the character on the other side of the door, but the tension is unbearable, the character mutters ''fuck it'' and flings the door open, runs back in to kiss the other character
we're at the grocery store and someone keeps staring and whispering to their friends about me, and i can tell it's making you upset, which is cute, so i'm going to reassure you that i love you, by smiling, and kissing your head
forehead kisses x
you're upset one night, and i need you to know that i'm here for you, and i'm kissing your forehead to show i'm here for you
we haven't seen each other in two months and i'm at the airport to pick you up, then i see you, and i sprint over to you, and jump into your arms, with such force i almost knock you off your feet
it's your birthday and i've got loads of surprises planned but first i'm going to wake you up with soft kisses all over
i don't think i'm good enough for you, put you grab my face, look deep into my eyes, and suddenly i can't help but to kiss you
you're sick, and we can't kiss, and it's ,fkn, torture
i know we're at your parents house, but your mother isn't looking so i'm going to sneak a quick kiss on your cheek and pretend nothing happened when she looks back at us
good night kisses <3
i had a really good time on our date tonight, and you're asking for a good night kiss, and it was only meant to be on the cheek, but then i pull back, our eyes meet, and there's a gravitational pull pulling us closer and closer...
you think mistletoe kisses are lame but i bring you under one and suddenly you're all for it?
i've never been kissed before so you volunteer but i decline, we're best friends and it would be weird, but a couple hours later i lay awake in my bed and i can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you and suddenly i regret what i said
we are enemies, and we hate each other, but somehow, i end up with a knife against my throat, and for a second, our eyes meet, and it's only the two of us, and from this point on forward, everything changes, and i find myself longing after your lips
@museswithattitude .
sunset was getting redder by each passing hour , her insistence for her husband to rest while she went to river for a basket of water . her lips puckered and singing a quiet whistle as she roamed through the woods , the weight of water making her thin arms ache . her journey was cut short when a distinct figure of an unconscious man came clear in her vision . she doesn't hesitate ; a soft gasp escapes her mouth as the basket rests on the cold crunches of the leaves to rush to his side . ❛ sir , sir are you alright ? ❜ ' obviously he's not . ' now on her knees , the woman gently dips her hand in the water of her basket to brush it over his cheeks and forehead . it's not hot out here but she can't think of anything else . his head is supported by her hand , fanning his face with one lean hand gently as she soothingly whispers .
❛ wake up , you are safe . ❜ in grounds of shirai ryu almost everyone is safe , she believes . it was that moment when she noticed the badge on his armor ; the lin kuei . ' bastards ! all of them ! ' hanzo's voice echoes in her ears but she doesn't plan on leaving him here at all . the man's eyes blink open slowly and she finally flashes a small smile . ❛ there you are . ❜
@tsumaa Continued from x
:・゚ 🔥┇Harumi would be correct: Hanzo does not enjoy visiting her parents’ home. Her father, though he had eventually approved the marriage, had been resilient to the last, now making it seem as though he’s made a tremendous mistake. Dinner is more of the same: Harumi’s father attempting to get under Hanzo’s skin and, surprisingly, not succeeding this night. Hanzo nods and smiles and shrugs where appropriate, only infuriating Harumi’s father further with his stoic nature. Next to him however sits a woman scorned with fire, her heat mesmerizing as she glares at her father, adding a few pointed comments. Harumi’s fire always intrigued Hanzo: even when they hold rare disagreements, he cannot help but fall at her feet amidst the flames she radiates. Even in anger, she is as beautiful as the lone flower peaking through spring’s snow.
She apologizes once alone — again he is quiet. Instead of responding in words, he lets his body do the talking, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pulling her close, if only to feel the scorch of her fire — if only to sooth it all at once, his hands and lips akin to a balm upon her soul.
His name on her lips makes him shiver with pleasure as heat travels downward — and a sucked in breath through his teeth follows the press of her behind. It is true he used to fear awaking her his mother and father in law, but over the years this fear turned to exhilaration — a benign adrenaline rush. ❝Shhh…❞, he whispers against the softness of her neck, his hand sliding between the fabric of her kimono to find the warmth of her breast against his lifeline. ❝Do try to be silent — ❞, his murmur has become husky and thick — not a warning, not really, but a challenge as he nibbles his teeth against her now exposed, slender shoulder.
Thumb and finger cup her chin, help her gaze into the dark pools of his eyes as he adds: ❝ — can you manage?❞ Testing her further, a mild upward curl of his lips before they find her rosy ones. ❝Hm?❞
under normal conditions , being hushed would be quite effective to irritate her but now it's an odd shiver that runs up her spine . smooth black locks of hair trap between his chin and her neck , the fall away to allow the heat of his mouth to burn her . they'd end in flames if there is an ending for them , loud and bright despite her extra attention to stay quiet in this very moment with his palm cupping her breast . her sigh trembles in delicate throat , impossible to say no to such a face and she finds herself mindlessly and rather quickly nodding her head at his request . anything to get him keep going .
their joined lips remain close even when their kiss ends . the red silk of her kimono gathering in a gentle , liquid like shape that hung from her elbows . a loose , thin ribbon keeping the front of it half closed . as he busies himself with bareness of her shoulder she takes her time to peck his temple , his cheek , close to his ear . ❛ what got you so excited all of a sudden , hmm ? ❜
eventually she turns around in his arms , a swift and dance-like movement of her lean body as it sinks back into his warmth . her smile returned , she lets her loving gaze roam his features before her arms lower to get rid of the kimono completely . unmarked and smooth , save for the fading mark he's left on her thigh . just being playful , not like anyone could see it . again she turns around , shoulders pressing snug against the firmness of his chest as she guides his hands to where she wants them . which are simple ; one on her heart and other trying to slide it between her pale thighs .
❛ i'll try my best . if my husband is kind enough to do anything at all in the first place . ❜
I could be her. Were we so different? She loved once. She hoped once. (requested by anonymous)
62. — Friction [ for Hanzo and Harumi? x) ]
@heamatic .
he was never excited about going to her parent's house yet again harumi would never really blame him for it . it wasn't long before her father's biting comments started and despite hanzo's polite silence and smiles harumi would easily send a glare to old man's way . when it got too out of hand she calmly asked him to change the subject . her husband's past didn't concern anyone , not even SHE had tried to ask about things she wasn't allowed to . the dinner was finished and harumi had returned to their room after helping her mother with the kitchen ; she knows the next time she gets a letter from them to visit she'll ignore it .
satoshi had insisted on spending the night with his grandfather , and harumi had reluctantly agreed , asked her dear father not to let anything slip out of his mouth near her son .
unlike her , hanzo wasn't too angry about it , in fact there was an aura of serenity around him that silenced any complaint and apology she's readied while she rolled the thin door close . or was it his fond , suggestive stare that silenced her ? effectively that is , harumi takes in a deep breath and reaches behind herself to undo her hair tie . ❛ again , i'm sorry . we'll go home tomorrow . ❜ a pleased moan leaves her lips as her long hair falls free on her shoulders . her next words were once again fallen into silence when his strong arms snaked around her thin waist . feeling the heat of his flesh above the soft silk of her kimono , as his lips kissed her neck she let her head fall back with a sigh . ❛ hanzo . . . ❜ it's not a warning , it's a reminder of where they are and how thin the walls are but she also knows that she can cover her mouth . her voice softens into a helpless little gasp when his hips begin to rub against her backside . it goes on for a while , hanzo kisses her neck , grips her waist and her breast until the woman leans forward to hold onto the windowsill , to push back against his hardened length . they've done this many times before , young and wild and harumi never stopping her teasing comments . she remembers how hesitant he used to be in his youth , careful of everything and possibilities but harumi simply couldn't care less .
a pair of knowing eyes had lost their angry edge and staring at him from over her shoulder , white teeth caught her smiling lip as her hips pushed back against him in slow and circular movements . ❛ . . . guess i'm - ah hanzo . . . not angry anymore . ❜