[ The soft, lingering kisses he leaves on her give her cause for a satisfied hum, even if she's not entirely sure how he's received her warning. She can only guess it's not a bad reaction otherwise he wouldn't have stepped in closer and started kissing her. And when she feels his hands slip under the hem of her shirt she lets go, her hands finding purchase over his chest, and she turns her head to the side, away from the spray of water, rests it against his chest and lets her hair slip down over her shoulders; wet strands cling to her shoulder and chest and follow the curves of her body and brush against Shiro's arm as she closes her eyes and focuses on his touch. Feeling his fingers trail along scars both old and new, although the larger ones are certainly newer, one crossing over her side at her waist and to the front of her stomach from debris hitting her while she had been waiting for a fresh MEKA unit to drop and another across her back from a shoulder blade and crossing over her spine, almost a strange mirror image of the one that goes to her front.
An audible breath passes through her lips at his slow exploration. His touch leaves a soothing sensation on her skin. She wants more, she realizes, not even necessarily ina sexual way if she were to think hard on it but just in the way of needing Shiro's intimacy and affection. Her voice comes out pleading: ]
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An audible breath passes through her lips at his slow exploration. His touch leaves a soothing sensation on her skin. She wants more, she realizes, not even necessarily ina sexual way if she were to think hard on it but just in the way of needing Shiro's intimacy and affection. Her voice comes out pleading: ]
Takashi...