[ Setsura searches those eyes of his for a moment, finger snagging the rim of his pants as she'd intended and sliding along the inside more slowly than quickly in rounding to the front. A lesser man would've folded by now. She knows. Human, spirit, youkai, god, she's taken them to bed and worked them so finely she's all but had them eating out of the palm of her hand. In some cases, they had, literally. At the very least, the majority would be sweating by now. There'd be some tell, some betrayal between their eyes and their body. An increase in temperature, a twitch between her fingers, a bitten lower lip -- there are many, many signs and she knows them well for her penchant for teasing. With the exception of his half-lidded gaze, they're absent here.
No, that's not right. There's the slightest twitch about her own fingers, a familiar haze and heat spreading from the tips through her for the simple contact she's exercised. It makes that hunger into an ache, low and pulsing despite its sharpness, but she holds. She has to. Setsura Yamaguchi doesn't fold unless she's ready to fold even in the face of the single man who can match her, especially in the face of that man. All that big talk makes her want to do is make him swallow those words whole. A bit of shut eye? ]
Mmmm, I don't think so. I want your eyes on me -- [ and, as though to drive that point home, her hands work seamlessly at his belt as she speaks, intent on tugging it through the loops and discarding it to one side of them pointedly even as she leans forward, brushing cheek against cheek in passing so as to speak low against his ear ] -- and only me. Not the sun, not the sky -- [ she shifts and reaches to tug his pants down, down, down with her hands ] -- just me, Kouta. [ No honorific, no nothing. ]
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No, that's not right. There's the slightest twitch about her own fingers, a familiar haze and heat spreading from the tips through her for the simple contact she's exercised. It makes that hunger into an ache, low and pulsing despite its sharpness, but she holds. She has to. Setsura Yamaguchi doesn't fold unless she's ready to fold even in the face of the single man who can match her, especially in the face of that man. All that big talk makes her want to do is make him swallow those words whole. A bit of shut eye? ]
Mmmm, I don't think so. I want your eyes on me -- [ and, as though to drive that point home, her hands work seamlessly at his belt as she speaks, intent on tugging it through the loops and discarding it to one side of them pointedly even as she leans forward, brushing cheek against cheek in passing so as to speak low against his ear ] -- and only me. Not the sun, not the sky -- [ she shifts and reaches to tug his pants down, down, down with her hands ] -- just me, Kouta. [ No honorific, no nothing. ]