[ It's... strange, because knowing her- hell, he should know how she deals with perverts or any sexual propositioning. She's yelled at him, at Bonten, at all the guys around them that have even tried-
But she isn't, and there's something to be said about Masamune himself here. It's testament to how much she does trust him, how much she's willing to accept him, and welcome him and how much in bringing him back into seeing the strange world they're in as a damn cool place, she's found so much comfort and warmth in him that she doesn't mind this one bit.
In fact, she wants it.
She's not registering it as some kind of romantic love that will last for the ages- she's too rational for it, but it sure does come close, because she knows in this moment that she really would do anything for this guy, within reason, and kick his ass out of it. But she'd never destroy his self worth, she'd never want him to be anyone but himself- and ride the sparks of his enthusiasm by his side instead of making him burn in them.
She wants to give this to him.
And he's asking her to give it to him, which makes their kiss grow deeper, tongues moving against one another and lips pushing closer as she breathes out, her face already red from the sensation until she does need to breathe, and she pulls back, her breaths shallow, but not too far, as her eyes look up through her lashes to see his face- and she's struck by the fact that even the dragon of Oshuu could find a cute face to show her.
It's not like he hasn't always been handsome (the history books lied), but she could never see herself keeping that beauty to herself, hence the fantasies with other men. But she'd be lying if in this moment, she hadn't imagined herself holding his body... and pounding into it, wrong fanfic- but making him gasp out and fluster instead.
Her heart pounds, the affection almost palpable in that moment as she stares at him, shocked, amused, happy, and her hand touching his cheek now as she slides back just enough to look at him but not pull away (she doesn't want to stop... )
She should apologize? Maybe.. but she liked it. Even though she took it without warning, she...
She just stares, face flushed pink and fingers absently drawing over his cheek as she finally breathes out her words- ]
Man, I must be the best kisser if I got you looking this cute.
[ And the underlying affection is there- how badly she does want to keep going for him, but she's hesitating only for a bit, enough to give him an out if he wants... if he wants to stop playing, because it's just her, and he shouldn't feel confused about this because she really does mean this affection in seriousness and doesn't want anything more but to see him this satisfied.
With every beating pound inside her chest, she wants this guy, this friend, this crazy wild dragon man of a man to experience, and feel, a connection he's deserving of.
And she wants to give it to him... as well. ]
Think you can top that... Masamune?
[ A little shy, surprisingly, but no less challenging- no. This time it's welcoming, and she knows if he pulls away, she'll be crushed... but she doesn't want things to change either.
Yet she knows even if he does rise to the challenge, they won't.
Both ways, things can only get better, not awkward... she can hope he sees it the same way. ]
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But she isn't, and there's something to be said about Masamune himself here. It's testament to how much she does trust him, how much she's willing to accept him, and welcome him and how much in bringing him back into seeing the strange world they're in as a damn cool place, she's found so much comfort and warmth in him that she doesn't mind this one bit.
In fact, she wants it.
She's not registering it as some kind of romantic love that will last for the ages- she's too rational for it, but it sure does come close, because she knows in this moment that she really would do anything for this guy, within reason, and kick his ass out of it. But she'd never destroy his self worth, she'd never want him to be anyone but himself- and ride the sparks of his enthusiasm by his side instead of making him burn in them.
She wants to give this to him.
And he's asking her to give it to him, which makes their kiss grow deeper, tongues moving against one another and lips pushing closer as she breathes out, her face already red from the sensation until she does need to breathe, and she pulls back, her breaths shallow, but not too far, as her eyes look up through her lashes to see his face- and she's struck by the fact that even the dragon of Oshuu could find a cute face to show her.
It's not like he hasn't always been handsome (the history books lied), but she could never see herself keeping that beauty to herself, hence the fantasies with other men. But she'd be lying if in this moment, she hadn't imagined herself holding his body... and pounding into it, wrong fanfic- but making him gasp out and fluster instead.
Her heart pounds, the affection almost palpable in that moment as she stares at him, shocked, amused, happy, and her hand touching his cheek now as she slides back just enough to look at him but not pull away (she doesn't want to stop... )
She should apologize? Maybe.. but she liked it. Even though she took it without warning, she...
She just stares, face flushed pink and fingers absently drawing over his cheek as she finally breathes out her words- ]
Man, I must be the best kisser if I got you looking this cute.
[ And the underlying affection is there- how badly she does want to keep going for him, but she's hesitating only for a bit, enough to give him an out if he wants... if he wants to stop playing, because it's just her, and he shouldn't feel confused about this because she really does mean this affection in seriousness and doesn't want anything more but to see him this satisfied.
With every beating pound inside her chest, she wants this guy, this friend, this crazy wild dragon man of a man to experience, and feel, a connection he's deserving of.
And she wants to give it to him... as well. ]
Think you can top that... Masamune?
[ A little shy, surprisingly, but no less challenging- no. This time it's welcoming, and she knows if he pulls away, she'll be crushed... but she doesn't want things to change either.
Yet she knows even if he does rise to the challenge, they won't.
Both ways, things can only get better, not awkward... she can hope he sees it the same way. ]