I'm aware John's a priest.
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Sensuality
By Club Bahia
"In Japan, sensuality comes from what's barely hidden: A fair-skinned nape, covered by black hair, or a fleeting glimpse of the wrist."
John hadn't understood that tidbit of Japanese sexuality. He remembered ads on Australia. Scantily clad females, on suggestive poses. Was there really any temptation on the complete cover kimonos offered?
It wasn't long before the meaning reached the priest, though. Bou-san gave the idea: Gather to see fireworks. And they all went, of course. And She...
She had been wearing a kimono of the richest shade of red. Ostentatious choice, an obvious attempt to turn Naru's head her way. And although the main target retained his stoicism, the same couldn't be said about other males.
He should have kept his stoicism.
Her lips were red, too. Full lips, annoyed lips, set in a firm line as her rival walked in, wearing pale pink. Was it an irony? Despite the vibrancy of Masako's clothes, Mai was the one who shone. John noticed it all from afar, studying the smaller girl.
In her displeasure, she looked like a doll.
"A fair-skinned nape, covered by black hair."
It was then that he saw it, the full meaning of sensuality scalding his skin and mind. Masako had bowed to someone and, as she rose, her hair parted like a curtain and revealed her nape to his awaiting eyes. The priest marveled at its milky color, framed by inky locks and rose-red. He released a shaky breath, unaware of his mistake, and paused. It would come any minute now.
"...Or a fleeting glimpse of the wrist."
Her hand ascended slowly, on a calculated movement. Long, slim fingers broke into the dark threads, holding them captive behind a sweetly-curving shell. And her kimono sleeve, heavy under the elegant gesture and pulled by gravity, succumbed to his wish and presented him with the delicate articulation.
Blood rushed and John gasped, making Masako turn in slight surprise. They examined each other for a while, shame versus curiosity, until she smiled innocently and turned away. The wind, merciless trickster, carried her gardenia scent to him and teased his skin with invisible fingers. John had to support himself against the wall.
"Sensuality comes from what's barely hidden."
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