It isn't long before they're in the same room, and they're both pacing up and down; she's still drawn to the charm and he can't stop staring at her thighs. Finally, she takes a seat and draws it out. He makes a noise of interest.

"The porn just gets better every year." She dangles the cover-spread before him.

When he reaches out for it, she kicks him away. There are questions first. The man must work for his bread.

"Who did you replace me with?"

"Maebara for a couple of years, and then Nanao-chan."

"You brought my student into your perverted squad?"

"You make it sound like a such a crime."

"When it involves minors, it is a crime."

"Still so unladylike." The sting of her hilt across his forehead shuts him up soon enough.

"How long before you started with the whores again?"

"It was years before I even thought about touching another woman."

"Lying geezer."

"Alright, it was two weeks. But you know how lonely I get. And with you gone . . ."

She adjusted her lens. "Last question. Were they ever as good as me?"

He broke into a full smile. "No one quite matches up to your standard, Lisa."

She set the magazine down, and threw her sword toward him. He caught it with ease and set it down beside his own, shrugging off his coat and leaving the hat with it. He very casually took hold of her thighs, running fingers rough with sword use across them, before burrowing himself beneath her skirt, humming pleasantly all the while.

She allowed herself to stroke his back, still so broad and comforting, before his lips between her legs forced her to clutch his shoulders. He seemed enchanted with her underwear, massaging the fabric with his mouth until it was soaked through and through. He continued until release, whereupon she dragged him up and kissed him furiously.

"Damn old man. Is it better than your right hand?"

"I've missed our pillow talk."

He starts upon her neck, and she draws out his erection, making him stop at the feel of her hand. He always liked this. Stroke upon stroke, and he comes between her fingers, a pleased sigh escaping him. She kisses him again, and this time he's really heated.

Her underwear is discarded, but the skirt is left on. She can tell the uniform excites him. Rubbing against that rough face of his, she settles herself upon him, slowly entering until she is full. She moves as she was wont to do, and the years fade away. He sucks away at her chest, and she moves slick upon him, enjoying the feel of muscle and delight. The hours pass away.

When they are spent, and she is covered with bites and he with scratches, they face each other again.

"Can we keep the uniform?"

"If you get rid of the hat."

"But how will people recognize me on the streets?"

"By that girly coat of yours."

He pouts, and she relaxes upon his chest, whereupon Shunsui takes her glasses, and they begin it again.