She transitions easily into their new position, and for a moment that seems to drag on all she can do is look down at him; it's her turn to try and memorize the sight of Shiro beneath her, flushed, almost completely bare, his eyes dark and wanting and looking right at her. It's a great view, and she can't help the way her grin widens when he confirms that yes, indeed, she is wearing something else underneath the yukata. Grandmother's order.
Hana's only regret is that, not knowing she would be seeing Shiro tonight much less that she would be taking her clothes off for him, she didn't come in cuter underwear. Alas.
With her legs on either side of him, she lifts herself off of him just slightly, just enough to finish the job that Shiro started and ease completely out of her yukata. The slip underneath, however, is thin, almost see-through, and her black underwear shows from beneath. She doesn't take her eyes off of him for a single second; she wants to see him see her as her fingers undo the tie of the slip and she slowly, so slowly, pulls the slip off, leaving her in just her underwear on top of him, hair mussed and skin flushed, and Hana--
Hana has a few scars of her own. Not nearly as many as Shiro, but--she's a soldier, too, and not every mission has gone well. She's also more leaner and more fit than most people give her credit for given her thin frame and preference for junk food, but Hana's been training. Even moreso nowadays.
Clothes lazily discarded to the side, finally, she leans forward, placing her hands on Shiro's shoulders briefly before she trails them down, down his chest, down the ridges of muscles below that. And because she can't help but be a tease, she asks-- ]
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She transitions easily into their new position, and for a moment that seems to drag on all she can do is look down at him; it's her turn to try and memorize the sight of Shiro beneath her, flushed, almost completely bare, his eyes dark and wanting and looking right at her. It's a great view, and she can't help the way her grin widens when he confirms that yes, indeed, she is wearing something else underneath the yukata. Grandmother's order.
Hana's only regret is that, not knowing she would be seeing Shiro tonight much less that she would be taking her clothes off for him, she didn't come in cuter underwear. Alas.
With her legs on either side of him, she lifts herself off of him just slightly, just enough to finish the job that Shiro started and ease completely out of her yukata. The slip underneath, however, is thin, almost see-through, and her black underwear shows from beneath. She doesn't take her eyes off of him for a single second; she wants to see him see her as her fingers undo the tie of the slip and she slowly, so slowly, pulls the slip off, leaving her in just her underwear on top of him, hair mussed and skin flushed, and Hana--
Hana has a few scars of her own. Not nearly as many as Shiro, but--she's a soldier, too, and not every mission has gone well. She's also more leaner and more fit than most people give her credit for given her thin frame and preference for junk food, but Hana's been training. Even moreso nowadays.
Clothes lazily discarded to the side, finally, she leans forward, placing her hands on Shiro's shoulders briefly before she trails them down, down his chest, down the ridges of muscles below that. And because she can't help but be a tease, she asks-- ]
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