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Chapter 4: Tactility
She lay atop an uncomfortable fold in the sheets, yet she didn't bother to mend it; her body would get used to it eventually. Her hand trailed across to the other side, fingers running and catching in pockets of fabric. It was warm, but not warm enough.
Her thoughts traveled back as her lids closed, remembering the rain-like sound of the shower. The skin had been so smooth, silky; the robe had felt coarse in comparison. Also hot, so searingly hot that her hands had almost flinched back upon contact. Yet she had pushed, had prevailed, and had claimed.
Memories broke as fingers slipped into her dark mess of hair, a palm taking rest on her cheek. Slowly, a warmly smiling face—so gentle—filled her vision and she just stared. The head cocked to the side, hair dancing across delicate features before it chose to fall to the pillow. Her cheeks grew hot.
The hand weighed on her cheek, eyes locked onto the mirth of burgundy. Her head turned, the hand didn't move, and lips met with slightly sweaty skin. The appendage went limp, fingers sliding down to nearly graze past her lips before she grasped it. Positioning it to favor, she began a simple, intent examination with her own hand in wonderment if such a thing was childish.
Why did such things have to feel so fascinating—so comfortable?
Her eyes strayed, catching upon a patch of skin visible because of the scrunched shirt. Captivated, she pushed herself down far enough until she was eyelevel with the bottommost button. Flicking aside a flap of the striped cloth, the pads of her fingers skimmed across the newly exposed territory. Jolts shot up her limb as they set off the manifestation of tingling sensations in sensitive parts of her anatomy, the mewl that leaked past taunting lips only providing an accelerant.
She fed on these feelings, button after button undone with an efficiency that she had thought lost. Her head remained still, eyes soaking in the sight of milky white, hands climbing and revealing. No part of her was cold at that moment, rather much the opposite, but toned muscle still quivered upon her touch.
She was no coward.
One of her fingers slid under the bra just a fingernail's length in, the slight intake of breath not enough. She planted a kiss just above the navel, so light it could easily be considered a brush of the lips. But it was enough, the oh so audible gasp causing her grin to be pressed into smooth flesh.
Her hands wandered far from their previous deed as they curled around to the back, one gliding up the spine. A shiver, and her smile didn't fade.
Really, it should be familiar, but it wasn't. She shouldn't have to think, worry about what would harm, what would please. She should be able to immerse herself, the right places always found and exploited; it should be natural.
No matter her mental scolding, her hands continued to play and tweak—up, up, down, down.
"Ah!"
Oh—that was a sweet spot, wasn't it?
"Natsuki..."
Her name came out in an extended exhale, so light that she thought it to float away.
Fingers wormed into her tousled mane, nails digging; urgency flowed into her. Breathe in—breathe out. Her once steady breaths became shaky, the pressure building up in her abdomen beginning to seep over her lungs.
Her surrendering began; the body knew more than the mind. Legs curled up and tangled themselves as she dragged her lips up the abdomen to rest just under breasts, her nose pushing into the constraining material. Frozen in a want to both move and stay, moisture started to cumulate on skin from her hot puffs.
There was a need that had to be fulfilled.
But whose need was it?
She squeezed her eyes shut, her fingernails sinking, frustration mounting.
She didn't want to think anymore.
A growl suppressed, she pulled back and rose, head still within the hands' fiery grip. She stared down—too beautiful—and found herself utterly lost. Lost, lost...
After a brief mental scoff, she descended as lips took, found.
And once more her mind vanished.
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A/N: Gah, this is like borderline PWP but not because it's not really smut and I tried...with...things (translate: purpose). I want to blame the crack I wrote, but I had this chapter planned before I started writing that. At least I think I did. Curse this memory of mine! Ah, but I can blame the crack for this lateness. Hee. Now that I actually know where this is going (to an extent) and this is the only thing I'm writing, expect quicker updates. ...Hopefully. GAH.
Naolin seems to have dropped off the face of the planet, so this is not beta'd. Please deal with any typos I skimmed over until Naolin magically appears. EDIT: The Naolin hath now come! Yays.