[D2, LE: Shitoru's Room] With a View (Expecting)

[Kakita Yuuwaku]

As Shitoru's hands first touch her, Yuuwaku shivers, a ripple like a chill washing over her and raising goosebumps across more of her body. And as he kneads and caresses the flesh, she feels warmth spread from his hands into and through her shoulders, down her form. She cannot completely silence the sighs of pleasure, the sharp indrawn breaths as he finds and works through knots, nor does she wish to.

When he asks her, she lifts a hand to where his yet rests, turns to kiss a finger in a silent "yes," an unsaid but meant "don't stop now."

[Bayushi Shitoru]

Not one to disobey a woman as agreeable as Yuuwaku, Shitoru indeed continued. He lifted her arms in turn, pulling the sleeves back and working on the muscles in her slender fore and upper arms, then peeled the kimono further from he shoulders to expose her upper back, using his thumbs to be certain the small muscles between her shoulder blades submit to his technique.

For a moment his hand rested on the large knot of her obi, he gripped the cloth there, his other hand wrapped around her, forearm resting across her collarbones and his chin came to her shoulder. He watched her face from behind his mask as he tugged gently at the obi.

[Kakita Yuuwaku]

As he works further, the chill and warmth alternate across and within her, and she leans back against his working hands as they knead into her back. When his chin finds her shoulder, she reaches up to push his mask back and up, searching for his lips with hers. And her other hand reaches back, searching for something else, entirely...

/ftb

[Kakita Yuuwaku]

(OOC post: 15 on Perception)