[He'd meant his question in the broader sense, but of course she'd be pedantic. Takasugi deserves to hear the droning correction for his assumption that she'd be anything but...
It still annoys him.
His fingers have found warmth, and they splay wide over the small of her back to take all of it they can. Idly, his thumb drags up and down, slowly circling the skin underneath.
He's paying more attention to the descent of her fingers, sharp like a dagger dragging down his neck to brush over every hollow. Head tilted back, he waits for the digits to fall away entirely before replying.]
Alright.
[Except he has nothing truthful to offer. During the war, he'd been active whenever the chance arose, but that was always at a price and hardly ever more than either a quick fuck to relieve tension, or company he didn't even really want - and left ignored.
His more recent, fleeting encounters are nothing more than hazy memories, dulled by a veil of smoke and the numbness of blood soaked with alcohol.]
Where I'm from, traditional restaurants all have private rooms and a sliding door that opens outside. Most people eat, drink, and act like fools until the sunrise.
I'd taken my leave to the patio, a glass of sake and my instrument to keep me company. As I strummed an errant melody, not so much a song but notes that suited the still sky, a woman slid next to me.
Dressed in fine silk, hair adorned with jewels and baubles worth a great deal, she looked to be from the party a room over. Whether she was bored, lonely, or simply acting out to be contrary... [He shrugs.]
She listened for a while, before leaning on me. She reached over, plucked the strings herself - she wasn't very good at it. At least that was her excuse for her hands to wander, up the neck of the shamisen and to my chest.
I took her with me to an empty room a few spots down.
We didn't talk - once the door was closed, I pressed her to the wall and tore her kimono off. We let our clothes fall to the floor, scuffing our feet on them as our hands wandered and pulled at one another.
I fucked her up against that wall, and left to watch the sunrise while she slept naked on her finery.
[Great story except the part where he still cared more about the #aesthetic sunrise than the sex.]
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It still annoys him.
His fingers have found warmth, and they splay wide over the small of her back to take all of it they can. Idly, his thumb drags up and down, slowly circling the skin underneath.
He's paying more attention to the descent of her fingers, sharp like a dagger dragging down his neck to brush over every hollow. Head tilted back, he waits for the digits to fall away entirely before replying.]
Alright.
[Except he has nothing truthful to offer. During the war, he'd been active whenever the chance arose, but that was always at a price and hardly ever more than either a quick fuck to relieve tension, or company he didn't even really want - and left ignored.
His more recent, fleeting encounters are nothing more than hazy memories, dulled by a veil of smoke and the numbness of blood soaked with alcohol.]
Where I'm from, traditional restaurants all have private rooms and a sliding door that opens outside. Most people eat, drink, and act like fools until the sunrise.
I'd taken my leave to the patio, a glass of sake and my instrument to keep me company. As I strummed an errant melody, not so much a song but notes that suited the still sky, a woman slid next to me.
Dressed in fine silk, hair adorned with jewels and baubles worth a great deal, she looked to be from the party a room over. Whether she was bored, lonely, or simply acting out to be contrary... [He shrugs.]
She listened for a while, before leaning on me. She reached over, plucked the strings herself - she wasn't very good at it. At least that was her excuse for her hands to wander, up the neck of the shamisen and to my chest.
I took her with me to an empty room a few spots down.
We didn't talk - once the door was closed, I pressed her to the wall and tore her kimono off. We let our clothes fall to the floor, scuffing our feet on them as our hands wandered and pulled at one another.
I fucked her up against that wall, and left to watch the sunrise while she slept naked on her finery.
[Great story except the part where he still cared more about the #aesthetic sunrise than the sex.]