She can sense him before he arrives, can tell when he's near, and her skin prickles and yet while she takes a deep breath and listens quietly, she knows that it's him and not one of the others.
Akito steps forward, watching him enter the room, her dog yet never fully hers to begin with, and she wonders if he'll make her feel both powerful and weak and yet leave like it doesn't bruise his heart to do so again.
She shifts, and Shigure picks up the pace as if prepared for her to feel as uneasy as it makes a part of her feel as if he is the one in control when she knows that she is, she has to be!
Shigure presses a gentle hand to her face, brushing along where hair would rest if she ever grew it out, and leaning in to seal a gentle kiss to her lips in, soft and gentle, almost loving, and yet while the expression of tenderness is so very present, everything will erupt, explode, into heat, aggression, tenderness will flee.
Akito presses in, trying to memorize where her tongue ends and his begins as she attempts to take the lead in a dance that is as impulsive, impatient, and consuming even as she knows that none of them really lead it, they both follow each other more than they should.
Her eyes close, and his hands leave her face to pull her waist closer; his tongue waging war on her own to give them a moment of fractured peace as if pulling away from humanity for a few, impossible yet not really freeing moments.
She lets a gasp zip between them as if releasing a part of herself in that moment yet they both know better; Akito finds her hands to dig and claw and lose control of her.
Shigure's always been the one person that she can't dominate, can't seize control over completely, and so they fall into this lethal dance that only they can bring out in each other.
For a moment, it will be slow before the world shifts and bends away; she knows this part well like she knows the parts that follow in this dance of theirs.