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Once the newness of their relationship wears off, sex with Kazuma is fairly low-key.
It's surprising, really, how comfortable and familiar it's gotten. He doesn't sting her now - that whole issue seemed to resolve itself on its own after awhile - and he no longer second-guesses himself when he reaches out for her. She likes how they sometimes would just lie in bed and kiss, their faces close, his hand palming the side of her cheek. She likes looking at his face - the large green eyes that were fringed with dark lashes, and the wisps of brown hair that would fall over his forehead - and she likes how his eyes would close when she'd tilt her face upwards to kiss him, smiling against his soft, dry lips and gently probing his mouth with her tongue.
(Sometimes, in the middle of the night, he'll reach out for her, kissing her softly and slipping inside her easily. It's as perfectly natural and normal as breathing, and Bishamon sometimes chastises herself for not doing this earlier.)