And what else was I supposed to wear, huh? Maybe I should be counting myself lucky you had anything I could wear.

[ The teasing note of her voice is low and warm, fond and familiar. It's so wonderful to finally let it colour her words, pouring out affection like that to the only one who's ever really, truly wanted it from her - from her, Hoshino Ai, pitiful, miserable and hopeless as she is. It doesn't matter that she's dirty, that she's a liar, that she'll never live up to what she pretends to be on stage. Oberon accepts her anyway. So long as she has that, everything else is easy.

She isn't sure what hits her first - his touch or the needy sound of his voice that's all but a plea. Whichever one it is, her hips greedily rock into his touch and when her voice spills out again, it's heated and warm on the verge of being a moan. ]

I won't go. Not when you've waited this long. I've been waiting too, it's not the same, I know, but... Keep touching me.

[ She's still stroking his hair. ]

I missed you so much.