The crickets chirped, from god knows where, as the night furthered. Sayuri eventually found herself calming down and getting used to holding his hand, soon her blush died down and she managed to be taken in by the surroundings. As her eyes illuminated in the low light of the moon, she noticed the complete silence of the building, surely not everyone was sleeping?
Looking back to ask Soujirou her question, she stopped before she could speak a consonant. He was looking out just as she was, but his clear eyes far surpassed the beauty of hers. She continued staring, wondering how she ended up with someone as great as him by her side.
A warm touch broke her from the intense daydream, now he stared her in the eyes. The touch she felt was from his hand, wiping away the droplets from her eye; droplets that she hadn't even registered. She averted her eyes once more, and planned to keep it that way; only his hand didn't move from her cheek. While their hands adjusted themselves subconsciously, Sayuri tried her hardest not to look at him. In the end, maybe that was a mistake work risking.
Soujirou's hand moved backwards slightly, his fingers tangling themselves in her hair. She felt her stomach turn, butterflies wreaking havok. Her palms grew stuffy and her nervousness hit the roof. She saw him grin in the corner of her eye, and when she looked back, he pulled her head forward and leaned towards her.
He kissed her. Her body was rigid for a few moments as she felt the warmness of his lips and the scent of him, she couldn't describe it but it was pleasing in some way. His hand tightened it's grip on hers and his other one found it's way to the back of her head, tugging a fistful of hair. Closer. Was the feeling they both felt as she melted into his touch. She felt her skin heat up and small beads of sweat roll down her body as her senses heightened. She wanted to open her eyes, to see what he looked like but she couldn't. She was overwhelmed with strange passion.
She wondered how, he was normally childish and naive yet... he was making her tremble beneath him, at his soft yet fiery touch.
The unwanted need for air arose, she mustered up the strength she could to squeeze his hand, hoping he understood. He did. He released her from his paralysing hold for her to breathe. Her face was flushed and her hair was disheveled from his grip that still held tight. His face was close still, their noses brushing against each other. She was afraid to open her eyes, when she did, they were lidded and swirling with emotion, she wanted to open her mouth and speak but found herself unable.. She felt his arm wrap around her waist close to her hip, and before she knew it she was falling back onto the wooden walkway with him balancing above her. The hand behind her head, now the support he used to not fall. His lips claimed hers once more. Her limp arms moved in reply, grabbing the material of his kimono and tugging him closer.
Unlike the first, there was no innocence. Perhaps lust, having waited so long for either one to make a move. The deeper the kiss got, the more heated both teenagers felt.
He fell onto his elbow, his chest just millimeters away from hers. His now free hand buried itself in her long untied hair. She shuffled beneath him, feeling her heart thrash against her chest as if about to explode.
While he seemed to know what he was doing, Sayuri was clumsy and just let her body take over; her flushed and shivering body. His hand found it's way onto her hip that hovered above the ground. A minute? Maybe two in where their bodies moved in sync and amour; before he retreated. Her head fell back and he lay his in the crook of her neck, it was glistening with few warm beads of sweat. Wearing heavy clothing, even if it is a yukata, wasn't a good idea. His mixed with hers, but instead of a sour odor, she smelt clean like vanilla almost, maybe like a flower bouquet?
She took heavy breaths, unused to holding it so long; that and unused to being so overwhelmed. She smiled despite not expecting to be sensually kissed tonight; Thinking back on her life in the real world, she probably would have never experienced such a kiss overflowing with feeling. With her weak body, she couldn't hold her breath for more than 10 seconds. She felt his hand move gently up her body to the back of her neck, around chin height. Meanwhile, she wrapped her arms around him and shut her eyes, not wanting this moment to end. His scent flooded her senses, his warmth, the feeling of him against her, the clothing she gripped, the lingering taste of his lips... She wanted time to stop.
A sudden nip on her neck alerted her, the strange yet familiar sensation made her blush. The feeling of his mouth leaving it's mark and the string of saliva left behind. She had no time to be shocked at his forward nature as when his head lifted, she rose and with a hand, loosened the clothing around his neck before burying her face into his shoulder; where she too left her mark. She was too embarrassed to move afterwards, thinking her action was too brazen, forgetting he'd started it.
He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. He then fell to the side with her in his arms. She complied and embraced him back, too flustered to face him right now. She should thank her tiredness, as that saved her from any awkwardness tonight. She shut her eyes and drifted off in his arms, her breaths evening out, he smiled. Finally, he'd gotten his feelings across, not only that but she reciprocated. Sure, it was in a more fervor way than -just kiss her-... He should probably apologise for being so forward with his feelings.
He adjusted her in his arms and stood up, heading into her room where he placed her down comfortably in the futon where he brushed her messy fringe from her face. He looked down at her peaceful sleeping expression for a while, taking in every feature of her face, the face he wanted to see everyday. He leaned down, a soft smile overtaking his lips, the tip of his nose touched her forehead and when she didn't stir, he whispered in a happy yet sorry tone, "Sorry for pushing you down and being so forceful..." -satisfied, he stood and left to his own room.