[He nearly laughs, sharp breath a silent reply to her little joke. He hadn't bothered to come up with a name for the woman; he cant' remember any woman's name he's gone to bed with.
Glisten of skin, dark eyes, and how the dim lighting would fall in heavy shadows over their bodies - that's what Takasugi remembers.
For a moment, his mind wanders; what would this woman look like draped in darkness and spread beneath him. She wouldn't stay there for long, not a creature of demure submission. If he wanted her somewhere, he'd have to put her there himself.
Not an unappealing thought.
He takes the opportunity of a shifted body to let his hand travel just a bit farther, fingers wrapping around hip to rest there as casually as they had on waist.] Mmn.
[He'd like to play again sometime - he hasn't gotten his hands on a shamisen, all of the local approximations still different enough in style to lack the sound he's looking for.]
And I'm interested - tell me how such a rigid woman becomes lascivious enough to have a story worth telling.
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Glisten of skin, dark eyes, and how the dim lighting would fall in heavy shadows over their bodies - that's what Takasugi remembers.
For a moment, his mind wanders; what would this woman look like draped in darkness and spread beneath him. She wouldn't stay there for long, not a creature of demure submission. If he wanted her somewhere, he'd have to put her there himself.
Not an unappealing thought.
He takes the opportunity of a shifted body to let his hand travel just a bit farther, fingers wrapping around hip to rest there as casually as they had on waist.] Mmn.
[He'd like to play again sometime - he hasn't gotten his hands on a shamisen, all of the local approximations still different enough in style to lack the sound he's looking for.]
And I'm interested - tell me how such a rigid woman becomes lascivious enough to have a story worth telling.