[ It's just the midriff. Setsura hadn't wasted any time in tying her jacket around her waist early on in their trek for comfort more than anything else. Comfort's a fluid, malleable thing and it's much less so now, her top casually dropped on the blanket at their side. Her hand trails down the center of her chest down her middle to gently hitch her fingers in the tied arms of her jacket. She grins. ]

I thought this was going to be a leisurely week. If you planned on putting me to work, you should've said so from the start, Kou-kun. It's only [ tug ] fair.

[ And the jacket is tossed to the wayside as well, leaving little more than belted jeans between them for mere seconds because she dips in that moment to kiss him long and hard and breathless, pressing herself against him wholly and completely. It's a taste of what's between them, what she wants, what she knows he wants, and there's a promise in that inasmuch as there's a tease from the woman talking about fair. ]