[This is the last thing any fan wants to hear: Rinne's ragged breath steaming hot above Ai's breathless whines, skin against skin as his sweat mingles with hers. For a moment, a pang of guilt stabs his chest, then it softens upon seeing the look on Ai's face and how the stars in her eyes are everything like the ones he wished on. Ai is happy. Ai wouldn't want him to be sorry.]
Nah.
[Rinne grabs her arms and lifts her up, letting her feel the warm puffs of air on her back and the sweet stretch of her limbs as he drives himself harder and deeper in. He hopes it forces her to look forward. He doesn't want her to see all this sin.
And yet...]
You gotta marry me first.
[Then—and he doesn't know if this is out of relief, guilt, or sheer euphoria—he cackles.]
no subject
Nah.
[Rinne grabs her arms and lifts her up, letting her feel the warm puffs of air on her back and the sweet stretch of her limbs as he drives himself harder and deeper in. He hopes it forces her to look forward. He doesn't want her to see all this sin.
And yet...]
You gotta marry me first.
[Then—and he doesn't know if this is out of relief, guilt, or sheer euphoria—he cackles.]
You got no other choice!