[ Touka has never been touched this way, and she shivers at the feeling of his breath on her ear. She feels the way his body tenses beneath her touch, and it intrigues her; she wants to feel more of it. This is foreign territory for her, and it makes her nervous.
The only times she'd ever laid hands on anyone were when she was engaged in combat or when she was taking care of Hinami, and even then, she hadn't seen Hinami much at all lately. The tenderness in the way his lips meet her earlobe causes her to practically melt, warm and pliable against him, her breath catching in her throat even as the hand at his torso continues to map the raised scars she finds along his skin. ]
I can't argue that one.
[ Her voice wavers more than she'd like as she uses her free hand to tangle in the soft curls at the back of his head, giving a light tug to his hair as she tilts her head to give him easier access to her neck. God, what the hell was she even doing? ]
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The only times she'd ever laid hands on anyone were when she was engaged in combat or when she was taking care of Hinami, and even then, she hadn't seen Hinami much at all lately. The tenderness in the way his lips meet her earlobe causes her to practically melt, warm and pliable against him, her breath catching in her throat even as the hand at his torso continues to map the raised scars she finds along his skin. ]
I can't argue that one.
[ Her voice wavers more than she'd like as she uses her free hand to tangle in the soft curls at the back of his head, giving a light tug to his hair as she tilts her head to give him easier access to her neck. God, what the hell was she even doing? ]