Re: Later that evening
He returns the kiss gently, pressing his body to hers, pushing back the desire to rush, not wanting to ruin a second that can be savored.
His fingertips move to her hip, the barest whisper of a trace of skin against skin, the way he would examine silk to determine its fitness for a saya, sliding his fingers upward slowly over the gentle slope of that hip and towards her waist while savoring the taste of her lips.
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