Wedding at Fire Shrimp Village an L5R PbP

The Crane nips back at her for the bite, and the look in Masao's eyes doesn't need any words to help explain it.

/ftb

Masao rejoices in the touch again, but steps aside so Hana can collect Kuma. This was even more fun than expected, he thinks, smiling more broadly than is proper. Grandson!

The Crane allows her attention, and as she rolls his clothing off the other shoulder, one hand is gently tracing the edge of her kimono, from the back of her neck around, toward her chest. He lets that hand drift away before the touch is too invasive, but then his other hand, on a newly bare arm, be...

Self-conscious now that it's only his hand on her, Masao pulls the hand back quickly. Then curses himself for being so jumpy. At her downcast eyes and words of parting, his heart falls. Damn it. I screwed it up. Grandson, stop being so dramatic. Be happy for your moment. You're getting rather more o...

Masao's eyes close and he exhales as exhilaration runs through him. Alright, alright, grandson. You've had your fun. Remember not just who's over there but who is all around this house. The man takes a heavy breath, and as he opens his eyes, he seems about to speak. But his eyes fall upon his hand, ...

Masao smiles at the off-target kisses and the giggle. He steadies himself on his knees, raises his uncovered arm so the hand can touch her cheek, then kisses her gently once, twice, then longer on the third time.

Drawing back just slightly, the Crane whispers, "One wing is free. Will it be two?"

He is wearing layers from the wedding, impeding Hana's hand for a bit. But without a word, Masao relaxes, rolls his shoulders and gives a couple small tugs at fabric, and then the garments are loose enough for Hana to explore. Lest she hesitate, he gently tips her chin up and kisses her again, but a...

With her so close, Masao can't help but stop to breathe in her scent, revel in her touch, and at the invitation... It takes him a moment to speak in response, perhaps almost so long that she would worry she frightened him, but his eyes look into hers and fear is certainly not what she sees. "I would...

Hanatsuko's fingers slowly interlaced with his making the blush that was subsiding come back again. Her eyes were low trying to hide her enjoyment of the two being just in this moment. "Kakita kun..." She smiled. Her hand gave his a gentle squeeze. Masao's ears feel warm from the continued exciteme...

Masao nods. It's late, and everyone is tired -- not just from today, but the other days in this strange week. Still, he understands the way of things, and he's far from one to begrudge honesty. "Thank you, Asahina-san. You have done much to help me -- and my family -- in the recent days. And I appre...

With a grin, he softly replies, "I would stay wherever you ask me right now." The allusion to her 'training' comment is subtle but intentional, but he is not being passive. With his hands on her back he gives the slightest lift, pressing her toward him and allowing a kiss without craning their necks...

Hanatsuko smiled blushing as heat of the moment subsided. "You were also great, Kakita san." She started to reach for his hand slowly trying to be discrete. He had flaunted his feather and she knew his feelings for her. Masao notices her hand and makes his easy to reach. He moves so that when their...

Masao bristles a little, but as they pass out of the castle courtyard still on course toward the house, he isn't going to take Sanaharu's temporary candor too personally. "I appreciate Asahina-san's opinion, but we will take that matter up with my honored father. In the meantime, Asahina-san and his...

Masao, somewhat caught up in the moment, steps close to Hanatsuko, though not improperly so, and says "Your flute play is excellent as always." There is maybe a touch of red to his face from their committed play, but what was there is already fading.

Masao fully engaged the kiss, savoring every moment. When their lips parted, he pressed his forehead to hers and said, quietly but passionately, "I love you, Hana-chan. More every day that I'm with you."

He kept his head close to hers as his hands slowly drifted lower along her back.

Hmm... Makes notes about player behavior in case he ever gets to write game polls.

Smiling brightly but still clearly relieved by the break, Masao catches his breath while giving fond looks to Hanatsuko and impressed looks to Crane and falcon.

Even the greatest birds are strongest in the right flock, grandson. Hai, grandmother, I remember.

Masao rolls his eyes, but recognizes that he's right.

"Well, maybe listening to my friends more has been a wise decision."

That's the attitude that I lo--like to see on you. "Sure. We've got some things behind us. There are... much better things to come in the future." Masao's smile is a little too wide, a little too goofy, to be explained by friends just putting something behind them. "So you'll be busy, but I hope yo...

Let the dancing birds and the magical flutes never be lost from history:
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Every moment now felt like a new and glorious experience for Masao, and he both wanted to savor them and see what came next. In that moment, with Hana pressed against him and smiling, the Crane did both. He squeezed her firmly, protectively, against him with one arm, and his right hand slid up to he...

"Hmm," Masao grumbles, but decides to let it go for now. There will be time for it later.

The Crane smiles at her. Understanding? Maybe. "Hmm. Some things don't change." He raises his own hand before she might protest. "It's alright. No offense taken. But I will tell you, I wasn't able to break from the worry, until I had friends, and I let them help me." He stops, suddenly, remembering....

Why are there not more votes for letting the Phoenix burn?!

So the Crane will bring her a worthy spouse but she'll take him as consort. Sounds about right, doesn't it Kono?