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_{[Really, Atsushi deserves a medal. He might not think it and would probably disagree, but as far as Diva's concerned he's golden and can do no wrong. Kissing is an easy way to ease back into things and she's content with pushing the annoyance of feeling pent up to the back of her mind to focus on how wet and slick his tongue feels against hers. The sudden hand against one of her breasts has her swallowing a breath and moaning against his lips, the sound edging on desperate. Her skin feels far more sensitive and responsive to touch now and it feels twice as good as it had before.]}

Atsushi...

_{[Ah...his name tastes so sweet on her tongue, even if saying it makes her feel out of breath. Her hands slip down from his shoulders, fingers tracing along the length of his spine, as far as she can reach from her position, only to return to his scalp to scrape lightly. He seemed to like her doing so before, so why not keep at it?]}