Kikuya Iwasaki (supergeisha) wrote,
@ 2011-01-30 12:00:00

Test Scene
"Casual Friday" at the Big Hero 6 offices meant that Kikuya cold wear her blue kimono and no makeup. Actually what it meant was that she could wear 'regular' clothing but the idea was horrifying to her. Why, exactly, did women want to encase their legs in heavy blue fabric that made them look as to be walking frozen sausages? She did not understand, though she had made one concession to trend, as it were; she wore black flipflops.

With stockings.

As she walked down the hall the shoes made such a delightful soft little sound hitting against her stockinged feet. Kikuya couldn't help but smile with her eyes.

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Re: Later that evening

get_medieval
2011-02-02 05:09 am UTC (link)

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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	Re: Later that evening supergeisha 2011-02-02 05:19 am UTC (link)
	His touch draws a shiver from her as she kisses him as she turns herself just so, so that nothing of her is out of his reach. Her own hand moves to his back and up to his shoulder, wanting to trace her fingers over all of him as though memorizing the map of the world. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Re: Later that evening

get_medieval
2011-02-02 05:30 am UTC (link)

His back, like his chest, bears the scars of many lifetimes worth of hard training, an intricate network that he usually is careful to keep hidden, all open to exploration by her fingertips.

He never breaks the kiss, incresing the pressure just slightly while his fingers move with agonizing slowness, his mind conflicted between savoring her, and every second with her, and appreciating every instant of the gift she's offered, and wanting to touch, feel, do everything at once. Patience wins out, his fingertips sliding over the curve of her hip and up her side.

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Re: Later that evening

supergeisha
2011-02-02 05:41 pm UTC (link)

His patience is maddening to her and she kisses him with more intention, a soft whimper lost against his lips as his fingers move slowly, slowly, slowly up her side. She can feel her heart racing in her chest and this close, she is certain he can feel it as well.

As his fingers slide over her, her own dance gently over his scars. They are hers now, each touch a claim and a promise that later she will kiss every single mark.

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Re: Later that evening

get_medieval
2011-02-02 07:58 pm UTC (link)

He can feel every touch, urging him onward as her fingers move over the network of scars, the whole forming a complex road map of a hard-lived life.

He can feel the intent, almost surprised by it, but, in time, it does urge him onward, his hand reaching a breast, shifting his body back, though not breaking the kiss, only ever so slightly to give him better access, massaging the flesh gently, though not so light as before, before stroking the nipple with the tip of his thumb, brushing across the tip of the sensitive nub.

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	Re: Later that evening supergeisha 2011-02-02 08:10 pm UTC (link)
	She almost screams into the kiss as his thumb brushes her nipple, her entire body tightening and pressing up against him as if to beg for more. Her hands have worked down the length of his back now as well, now tracing the slope of his backside. It's subtle, but she pulls him closer as her legs shift gently apart. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Later that evening get_medieval 2011-02-02 08:22 pm UTC (link)
	At the invitation, subtle or no, he gently urges her onto her back, following her pull. His lips never leave hers, his hand moving to support more of his weight and let him move atop her, lifted just enough that his chest grazes her nipples as he moves, positioning his hips between her thighs. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Later that evening supergeisha 2011-02-02 08:33 pm UTC (link)
	It is fitting, she thinks, that they are joined at the lips as they become joined elsewhere as well. As he positions himself between her thighs she opens full for him, drawing her knees up slightly and arching her back to welcome him. Her kiss deepens then. More than ready, she wants. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Later that evening get_medieval 2011-02-02 09:02 pm UTC (link)
	He pushes into her, slow, gentle, like so much he's done, but with definite desire behind it, just trying to be careful not to hurt her, and trying to savor every moment of this most precious gift, slowly letting more of his weight down atop her as well, his chest pressed to hers, lips joined. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Re: Later that evening

supergeisha
2011-02-02 09:11 pm UTC (link)

She wants to tell him that she won't break, but she doesn't want to change anything about this moment. It is perfect, as everything else has been, and she moans as she savors this feeling of him inside of her, of them being united. Her legs move to slide around his waist somewhat and she lifts herself to him as she finally breaks the kiss, opening her eyes to look into his.

She smiles at him then kisses him again.

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	Re: Later that evening get_medieval 2011-02-02 09:40 pm UTC (link)
	He meets her eyes, the instant, and the kiss that follows, communicating everything about the moment. The next thrust is harder, his muscles tensing all at once as he fills her, meeting her kiss passionately, claiming her, claiming his geisha, as his own. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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