[ Ah. She's never seen Rinne like this before. She's never let herself really think about what it'd be like to be under him, her body in the circle of his arms with nowhere else to go. But she doesn't feel trapped at all. No, if anything, this feels like exactly where she's supposed to have been all along.
For a second, Ai lets herself wonder what she looks like in Rinne's eyes right now. She knows she must be beyond disheveled by now, hair coming lose from her bun, yukata splayed open and halfway off her shoulders, skin flushed and damp with sweat and saliva in all the places his mouth has touched. She must look disgraceful. Utterly unbecoming of an idol. Unacceptably, unforgivably filthy for Ai of B-Komachi.
But Rinne's looking at her like she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Like he wants to devour her whole. He looks at her like that and says always.
Ai's hand drifts up and she gently strokes his bangs back from his forehead. Her touch is tender and her smile is so, so fond. Her fingers trail down the side of his face until she fills her palm with his cheek and cradles his face. ]
Rinne-kun. [ It tastes like honey in her mouth to say it again. ] I really do love you. ... So please love me too.
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For a second, Ai lets herself wonder what she looks like in Rinne's eyes right now. She knows she must be beyond disheveled by now, hair coming lose from her bun, yukata splayed open and halfway off her shoulders, skin flushed and damp with sweat and saliva in all the places his mouth has touched. She must look disgraceful. Utterly unbecoming of an idol. Unacceptably, unforgivably filthy for Ai of B-Komachi.
But Rinne's looking at her like she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Like he wants to devour her whole. He looks at her like that and says always.
Ai's hand drifts up and she gently strokes his bangs back from his forehead. Her touch is tender and her smile is so, so fond. Her fingers trail down the side of his face until she fills her palm with his cheek and cradles his face. ]
Rinne-kun. [ It tastes like honey in her mouth to say it again. ] I really do love you. ... So please love me too.