[Atsushi can't quite tear his eyes away from her easily right now, but at her request his eyes go wide and he nods, slowly.
It was only fair, at this point... no, he wanted to share this with her, like she'd shown him... Trusted him. He reaches up, helping her remove the plain button up he's been wearing, shrugging it off of his shoulders after it's open with a shy look. He knows he's not much to look at-- too skinny and scarred. But it felt right, doing this.]
[Mikan sighs contently as the shirt is pulled away, as if finally, at long last, she's found what she's been looking for. And maybe in a way she has. Atsushi is nice. He's safe.
Even in a situation like this, she can't help but feel comfortable and warm, in a way she can't entirely prescribe to the effects of the moons or the moonlacing. Her hands smoot over his skin, light over the scar but not ignoring it. It's a part of who he is, after all, and she's not about to just pretend it's some ugly thing that isn't there-- she thinks it's beautiful, but she can't really begin to tell him that.
He's beautiful. From his multicolored eyes to the scar-- she reaches up to cup the side of his face, smiling lightly.]
I love everything about you... [She murmurs it gently, almost more to herself than to him, like she's not even aware she's said it out loud.]
Atsushi-san... Can I keep you? Even if just for a few hours...
[Atsushi inhales sharply at the brush of fingers against his skin, but he leans into it slightly, easing himself down onto the bed so he's hovering over her with one hand pressed into the mattress, his cheek leaning into her hand. He liked this... her touch, her smile as she looked up at him that made him feel warm, comfortable and giddy. He wanted to touch her, too, so he reaches forward with his one free hand to run fingers along her collar, allowing them to skate lower and gently caress her breasts.
She'd given permission, after all.]
Yes... I want to stay like this, here with you.
[And he wants to kiss her, too... so that's what he does, leaning in slowly so she knows where he's going with the renewed closeness, before pressing his lips against hers anew.]
[They're dangerous words, for both of them. She could take it and hold onto it like a lifeline, to drag him in and under and never let him come up for air. It's tempting, sorely tempting, but she's not that person anymore. She can't be.
His touch makes her breath catch, everything enhanced beyond the norm and it's just a simple touch, it really shouldn't feel that good, but she's also not about to complain about it. She shivers and makes a soft moaning noise as Atsushi finally kisses her.
Her brain reels, but she's quick to respond, returning the kiss eagerly and relishing in the sweetness of it. Her hands slide back up his body, over his chest and his shoulders to slide her arms around his neck. The heat between them is nearly stifling, but she barely has anything left to take off to try and relieve it.]
[Atsushi isn't even aware of that, unfortunately. What he is aware of is wanting and being wanted in return was a heady, wonderful feeling, one he craved in a way that had nothing to do with the moon.
One they probably both understood intimately, as well.
Atsushi kisses her eagerly in return, heart pounding in his chest but nervousness fading from his mind as he gasps against her lips and seeks further closeness, pressing closer with his body while his hand follows along the curve of her breast, brushes a nipple, simply explores and caresses.
He doesn't have much in the way of experience, but he has a lot of eagerness to make up for it.]
[She tilts her head, deepening the kiss until she can feel her lungs screaming at her to pull away and breathe properly. But when she does, her breathing is harsh and seems impossibly loud in her room.
She presses her body up against him, grinding her hips against him with a soft gasp that ends in a moan. Even just rubbing against him like this feels amazing, the barest of touches making her nerves sing.]
Pl-please, keep touching me... [She whimpers her little plea, because while her only experience so far has been with a certain bandaged freak they both know, it doesn't matter. His eagerness and the light of the mood makes everything feel too good to be true.]
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It was only fair, at this point... no, he wanted to share this with her, like she'd shown him... Trusted him. He reaches up, helping her remove the plain button up he's been wearing, shrugging it off of his shoulders after it's open with a shy look. He knows he's not much to look at-- too skinny and scarred. But it felt right, doing this.]
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Even in a situation like this, she can't help but feel comfortable and warm, in a way she can't entirely prescribe to the effects of the moons or the moonlacing. Her hands smoot over his skin, light over the scar but not ignoring it. It's a part of who he is, after all, and she's not about to just pretend it's some ugly thing that isn't there-- she thinks it's beautiful, but she can't really begin to tell him that.
He's beautiful. From his multicolored eyes to the scar-- she reaches up to cup the side of his face, smiling lightly.]
I love everything about you... [She murmurs it gently, almost more to herself than to him, like she's not even aware she's said it out loud.]
Atsushi-san... Can I keep you? Even if just for a few hours...
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She'd given permission, after all.]
Yes... I want to stay like this, here with you.
[And he wants to kiss her, too... so that's what he does, leaning in slowly so she knows where he's going with the renewed closeness, before pressing his lips against hers anew.]
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His touch makes her breath catch, everything enhanced beyond the norm and it's just a simple touch, it really shouldn't feel that good, but she's also not about to complain about it. She shivers and makes a soft moaning noise as Atsushi finally kisses her.
Her brain reels, but she's quick to respond, returning the kiss eagerly and relishing in the sweetness of it. Her hands slide back up his body, over his chest and his shoulders to slide her arms around his neck. The heat between them is nearly stifling, but she barely has anything left to take off to try and relieve it.]
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One they probably both understood intimately, as well.
Atsushi kisses her eagerly in return, heart pounding in his chest but nervousness fading from his mind as he gasps against her lips and seeks further closeness, pressing closer with his body while his hand follows along the curve of her breast, brushes a nipple, simply explores and caresses.
He doesn't have much in the way of experience, but he has a lot of eagerness to make up for it.]
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She presses her body up against him, grinding her hips against him with a soft gasp that ends in a moan. Even just rubbing against him like this feels amazing, the barest of touches making her nerves sing.]
Pl-please, keep touching me... [She whimpers her little plea, because while her only experience so far has been with a certain bandaged freak they both know, it doesn't matter. His eagerness and the light of the mood makes everything feel too good to be true.]