AR:RIVAL
She hadn't expected his lips to feel so gentle, after all the appearance of his lips gave every impression of them being metal, a fact that she had considered off-putting to begin with. Now as those same lips pushed against hers and she felt the cold almost-plastic feel of the rostrum that covered the soft flesh beneath pushing against her own skin, Hana was forced to admit that, perhaps, after all she had been wrong about Imajin.
She certainly hadn't wanted to be in this situation. When he had first arrived she had resented his presence, even more so that of the boy to whom he was bound. His attitude had rankled, caused her skin to crawl and her fists to clench. And yet here she was, back against the firm wall of the carriage and his steely teeth open and lips against hers.
Their eyes met and he broke contact momentarily, uncertain as to how to proceed.
Bastard Imajin, she thought angrily and pulled him closer.
His lips twisted in an arrogant smile
"Ore sanjou." He remarked and kissed her again.