And how would he touch me? Genkai thought. She was building up to her fantasies—she had to, or else this would become embarrassing and she wouldn't be able to continue. What mood would he be in?

He had moods, even then. Sometimes he'd been gentle, and almost sweet—sometimes, he gripped and thrust violently, his heavy cock working severely across the little body. He'd hold her down, flip her over, never penetrating for fear he couldn't control himself but rubbing his cock against her body, hands teasing her mercilessly until shaking, trembling, she came, her sweaty, quivering body inducing an orgasm in him too, both of them so close they tasted each other's sweat.

That mood was rare, but wonderful. It was always a little awkward after it was over, though Genkai had found something perversely erotic in looking upward after cumming into his grunting face, changing slowly back to its usual unflappable, reserved exterior. Genkai frowned at that thought, bitter over the naivety of her younger self, and worked her hands into her pants slowly, even clumsily. She frowned more deeply, a blush rising to her cheeks.

She had had no partners since Toguro had left, six years ago now. It was out of desperation that she wormed her way into her underwear. A stroke made her jump. Another made her shudder. She closed her thighs around her hands innocently and sighed at the softness of the futon under her, her thighs shaking. Touches, pets, and strokes, they all felt foreign in comparison with the grey memories of his lips and hands.

Her fingers arched against the futon, feeling the ridges of the tatami beneath it, and sighed as a breeze—tempted in by the open fusuma, folded back and opened wide—caressed the moisture on her quivering skin. There was something voyeuristic in the wide expanse of forest and green new-leaved trees that clucked and chattered with birdsong outside her temple—she knew that no demons would come close today, and that no humans had come here for months, but still, the turn of her thoughts had made her hands still, little fingers resting snuggly against her womanhood. Toguro would have found it exciting.

She did miss him, whatever she might say.


Author's Note: This one's very short, but hey, it's my first time writing female masturbation. If you're wondering why I'm not doing, say, Kurama and Hiei, it's because they get enough face-time as it is, especially in my stories – I think we could all use something a little different. Kurama will come up eventually, but for now, I like the idea of giving some of the lesser-known characters a shot at the spotlight.