[Don't. The word is on the tip of his tongue but she cuts herself off before he needs to say it. They didn't have to pretend that this was only physical, but saying it still feels off limits. 'Plausible deniability' was the term the commanders liked to use.
He follows the way she turns easily enough, his thumbs stroking her cheeks anxiously until he's forced to let go so she can start to undress. This reality had seemed tenuous before, breakable at any moment, but any questions as to where this would lead and if they were willing to seize it are gone along with her top.
His fingers skim her cheek again as he looks at her, beautiful even in the dim glow of the desk lamp. He trails his touch down her throat and over her shoulder.] Utsukushī...
[She returns them to the kiss and this time he pushes back, reaching around with one hand to swipe the scattered items off the edge of her desk before lifting her up onto it. The clatter as everything hits the floor is shockingly loud compared to just the soft sounds of his voices and quickening breath, but he barely cares. His hands slide upwards from her waist, following the curve of her ribs to her breasts, filling his palms with the warm weight of them. And when he mouth breaks away from hers, it's only to leave a wet trail down her throat, his teeth grazing her pulse.
Through it all, he does his best not to think about the metal and wiring in place of what should have been hot skin, or what it must feel like to her. But it's how he had come to her- how she had accepted him as. Perhaps she was the only one who could. It's a grim thought and one he forcibly shoves from his mind, distracting himself by curling his tongue into the hollow between her collar bones and breathing in the scent of her skin. He wants to remember this.]
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Date: 2018-04-08 06:03 am (UTC)He follows the way she turns easily enough, his thumbs stroking her cheeks anxiously until he's forced to let go so she can start to undress. This reality had seemed tenuous before, breakable at any moment, but any questions as to where this would lead and if they were willing to seize it are gone along with her top.
His fingers skim her cheek again as he looks at her, beautiful even in the dim glow of the desk lamp. He trails his touch down her throat and over her shoulder.] Utsukushī...
[She returns them to the kiss and this time he pushes back, reaching around with one hand to swipe the scattered items off the edge of her desk before lifting her up onto it. The clatter as everything hits the floor is shockingly loud compared to just the soft sounds of his voices and quickening breath, but he barely cares. His hands slide upwards from her waist, following the curve of her ribs to her breasts, filling his palms with the warm weight of them. And when he mouth breaks away from hers, it's only to leave a wet trail down her throat, his teeth grazing her pulse.
Through it all, he does his best not to think about the metal and wiring in place of what should have been hot skin, or what it must feel like to her. But it's how he had come to her- how she had accepted him as. Perhaps she was the only one who could. It's a grim thought and one he forcibly shoves from his mind, distracting himself by curling his tongue into the hollow between her collar bones and breathing in the scent of her skin. He wants to remember this.]