[Caster's a little surprised by the request, but she does understand it. The connection between them? Tenuous though it may be, it gave her a much clearer picture of what he was like and what made him tick. And she could sympathize with is desire to see what was going around him. She knew what he wanted. His most earnest desire, of course, was one she shared. It was laudable of him, to dream of making a world full of peace and her own desires...while not of peace? Were of a world of balance. The two were not mutually exclusive ideals, and perhaps that was why she found him as pleasant as she did.
She nodded at last, and sat up more fully.]
I don't mind. If you'd like to see me, then all the better.
[The aim was to get him past the point of nervousness first, before taking the next step towards lovemaking. And that was what she considered it, most definitely. A toned body like that was a lovely sight. The mark of a man who took care of himself and pride in his form, not unlike her husband in life but his nature was not the same. He was sweet, kind, not forceful and angry. This would not be rough, she knew. This would be something sweet and tender, just like his dream. And that thought sent a flush of heat through her, a longing to begin.
So, with that in mind she slowly began to undo her obi. The thick, wide yellow belt tumbled away, and she smiled languidly at him as she tugged some of the bindings on her pink yukata away. It fell open slightly, providing a tantalizing flash of bare, milky skin. Her body she'd long been proud of, the shape of a traditional beauty, all soft curves and grace. One hand slid up through her hair, removing the tie and letting the long black locks tumble down around her as she watched his.]
I...[She looks away, voice growing softer as she admits her desire out loud. A true one yes, but one she does hope also strokes what little ego he seems to have.] I do hope you find me pleasing to look upon. I want...you to want me. Because I do want you, as well. Even if this wasn't necessary.
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She nodded at last, and sat up more fully.]
I don't mind. If you'd like to see me, then all the better.
[The aim was to get him past the point of nervousness first, before taking the next step towards lovemaking. And that was what she considered it, most definitely. A toned body like that was a lovely sight. The mark of a man who took care of himself and pride in his form, not unlike her husband in life but his nature was not the same. He was sweet, kind, not forceful and angry. This would not be rough, she knew. This would be something sweet and tender, just like his dream. And that thought sent a flush of heat through her, a longing to begin.
So, with that in mind she slowly began to undo her obi. The thick, wide yellow belt tumbled away, and she smiled languidly at him as she tugged some of the bindings on her pink yukata away. It fell open slightly, providing a tantalizing flash of bare, milky skin. Her body she'd long been proud of, the shape of a traditional beauty, all soft curves and grace. One hand slid up through her hair, removing the tie and letting the long black locks tumble down around her as she watched his.]
I...[She looks away, voice growing softer as she admits her desire out loud. A true one yes, but one she does hope also strokes what little ego he seems to have.] I do hope you find me pleasing to look upon. I want...you to want me. Because I do want you, as well. Even if this wasn't necessary.