[ There. That's what she wanted to hear. That's what she wanted to see - Rinne looking at her like he wants to eat her. Seeing that look in his eyes, the heat blazing there, makes her think - maybe letting herself get eaten by him wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.
She lets her yukata peel off her skin at last, sending it pooling down onto the sheets under her. She's completely exposed now - no polish or glamour or pretty frills left, just Ai at her barest and filthiest. Her heart hammers in her throat at the thought, at the idea that never ever goes away that even now when they're both so shameless and greedy for each other, that this might be too much, it might be the one thing that finally turns his stomach, drives him away in disgust-
But then he says her name like that. His tongue on her skin sends goosebumps all up and down her skin and his rough hands on her body touch her so lovingly, in worship and fascination rather than disdain. He'd said it was okay, that he'd accept her, but actually feeling it, hearing it in the way he says her name... it's not just okay. It's not that it's forgivable for her to be like this, wanton and dirty and needy.
It's that Rinne likes it. He wants her like this.
She absolutely can't restrain herself anymore.
Ai lowers herself onto the futon and before he can protest, she brazenly lifts her hips - she doesn't let herself think of it as presenting herself, but that's undeniably what she does. She knows exactly how it's going to look. She peers up at him from the rumpled sheets of the futon with a gleam in her eyes and an utterly unforgivable smile on her face. ]
So this is how you like it. [ Warm and breathy, each word underscored a languid roll of her hips back against him. ] Then let's go a little crazy together.
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She lets her yukata peel off her skin at last, sending it pooling down onto the sheets under her. She's completely exposed now - no polish or glamour or pretty frills left, just Ai at her barest and filthiest. Her heart hammers in her throat at the thought, at the idea that never ever goes away that even now when they're both so shameless and greedy for each other, that this might be too much, it might be the one thing that finally turns his stomach, drives him away in disgust-
But then he says her name like that. His tongue on her skin sends goosebumps all up and down her skin and his rough hands on her body touch her so lovingly, in worship and fascination rather than disdain. He'd said it was okay, that he'd accept her, but actually feeling it, hearing it in the way he says her name... it's not just okay. It's not that it's forgivable for her to be like this, wanton and dirty and needy.
It's that Rinne likes it. He wants her like this.
She absolutely can't restrain herself anymore.
Ai lowers herself onto the futon and before he can protest, she brazenly lifts her hips - she doesn't let herself think of it as presenting herself, but that's undeniably what she does. She knows exactly how it's going to look. She peers up at him from the rumpled sheets of the futon with a gleam in her eyes and an utterly unforgivable smile on her face. ]
So this is how you like it. [ Warm and breathy, each word underscored a languid roll of her hips back against him. ] Then let's go a little crazy together.