[ Touka lazily watches him through half-lidded eyes, feeling a strange sort of lassitude settling into her limbs as her heartbeat begins to regulate. Little did he know that this had been her first time, though she isn't about to advertise the fact. She watches him climax with interest, some of his release dripping onto her thigh. It's warm and wet, and she blinks as she sits up, her head burning. She decides that she likes the way he looks when he comes, and she licks her lips predatorily in spite of herself.
It takes several seconds for her kakugan to recede, but when they eventually do, she turns her gaze to the discarded pile of clothes nearby. Lowering her feet to the cold slate flooring, she gives a small wince. Something inside of her stings, and she supposes her healing ability is delayed by how tired she is; it's been a fair few weeks since she'd eaten anything, also, so she makes a mental note to take care of that whenever the idiot in front of her goes to sleep.
At what he says next, she heaves a long-suffering sigh. ]
If that's considered a triumph to you, I'd hate to see what you consider a failure.
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It takes several seconds for her kakugan to recede, but when they eventually do, she turns her gaze to the discarded pile of clothes nearby. Lowering her feet to the cold slate flooring, she gives a small wince. Something inside of her stings, and she supposes her healing ability is delayed by how tired she is; it's been a fair few weeks since she'd eaten anything, also, so she makes a mental note to take care of that whenever the idiot in front of her goes to sleep.
At what he says next, she heaves a long-suffering sigh. ]
If that's considered a triumph to you, I'd hate to see what you consider a failure.