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Even if her eyes were closed, Mona could feel Kazuha’s intense gaze on her, tearing through every inch of skin and bone she had until he had access to her soul.
He was also playing with her loose locks of hair, combing through them or twirling them around in his finger whilst in contemplative silence.
“You have a night sky veil of your own, and yet I don’t see you making good use of it.”
That made her smile and she opened her eyes to find him with some of her hair in his hand and his sight locked on her face. She had an inkling of what he was trying to say, but she wanted to make sure.
“What do you mean?” she asked. Poetry wasn’t an area of expertise of hers, unfortunately, but she made an effort to understand. Sometimes, however, some lines of his remained a mystery until he explained them.
She was learning, though.
“You should wear your hair down more often,” he clarified with a smile, moving his hand from her hair to her cheek, cradling it with so much care Mona might’ve thought she was made of glass.
“Oh? Says you,” she replied with a chuckle. Although she was referring to the fact that he also wore his hair tied up, Kazuha didn’t seem to care; he simply hummed, a noise low in his throat, and took a hold of her chin with two fingers.
Without a word, he placed a swift kiss on her lips.
“Mhm, says me,” he whispered then, and gave her no chance to retaliate by kissing her again—it was longer and with intent, but gentle all the same, as he always was. Kazuha didn’t stay still; she felt him shift closer, his hand snaking down from her chin to her neck in a feather-light caress. It sent a shudder down her spine as she sighed into his lips, yet he didn’t stop there.
He managed to find her hand and pinned it beside her hand on the pillow, interlacing their fingers just as he moved even more. When Mona opened her eyes, with Kazuha having pulled away, she found him looming over her. His free hand was making patterns on her ribs and raising delicious goosebumps on her skin.
“Last night wasn’t enough for you?” she teased, reaching up to thumb the marks she’d left on his collarbone. There were bites and splotches of purple and she was sure she looked the same. Not that she minded.
Silently, he nuzzled her nose and left a peck on her cheek before answering, “I think I’m physically unable to get enough of you.”
His chest was pressing against hers, his breath was warm on her ear. Mona squirmed and even tried raising her hips; Kazuha ground against her in response. The blankets were becoming suffocating and the ache between her legs more apparent; she hadn’t had enough either.
Kazuha liked to take things slowly, build her up and make her climb and climb until she tipped over the edge and lost herself in bliss and pleasure and love. She liked that and enjoyed it immensely.
Now, though?
Now she was feeling a little more impatient.
Pushing up against his chest, Mona ignored his small noise of confusion as they both sat up. Before he could ask if everything was alright, she grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the bed, quickly straddling him.
She didn’t put her entire weight on him, only enough to give herself some friction. Kazuha seemed to enjoy it too, despite the surprise, given he groaned and his cheeks were clearly dusted with red. Not wasting a second, she reached down to begin peppering kisses on his throat, lightly biting the marks she’d left there before.
The flowers he usually spoke wilted on his tongue, her ministrations making him release quiet whimpers and moans and gasps. Seeing him become undone under her so easily was gratifying and the trust he gave her even more so.
“I believe we’re on the same boat in that regard,” she said against his skin before pulling back to look down at him. Her hair created a small layer between them and the filtered sun coming in through the curtains of her home, but even with that she could read all the emotions his eyes held.
She wasn’t the kind to open up to people so easily, but with both of them bare in her bed, she could only hope Kazuha could see all the love she held for him in her eyes, too. Perhaps she should consider saying it more often, let him know that she returned his sentiment down to the last inch.
Lost in thought, she didn’t notice he had freed one of his hands until she felt it on the back of her neck. Kazuha gently pulled her down and with one last smile, one that carried reassurances and affirmations in it, he kissed her again.
Mona kissed him back immediately and all of her worries melted away. It was all it took for them to surrender in the arms of one another.