[A part of her wants to laugh at that final statement. Perfect. She was nothing of the sort, if her past self was any indication. She'd been spurned, humiliated, driven to madness by a man who was supposed to care. But...coming from him, so sweet in his ignorance? She could not believe it, but perhaps to him, the voice of inexperience and youth she was.
Perhaps that was it, then? A tender youth, or just someone kind. That was all she'd ever really wanted. Someone that would care about her, not someone who wanted to use her. He may not have known, but those simple acts, the gentle touches against her cheek, that was a rare feeling for her. It made her cheeks color and her heart race, hammering in her chest as hard as his own.
Shifting her weight, she slid forward, moving up to easily reach him. Her hands moved out towards his legs, sliding up them slowly, fingers pressing against the fabric and making a swishing sound. Her eyes didn't leave his, though as she leaned forward, her kimono hid less and less. Shoulders bared now, she offered him her answer at last.]
Perfection is...unattainable. But...I am glad you feel that way.
[It would've stung if this was merely out of necessity, and not his own desire. Her fingernails continue their creeping, finally settling against his belt as she practically kneels over him.]
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Perhaps that was it, then? A tender youth, or just someone kind. That was all she'd ever really wanted. Someone that would care about her, not someone who wanted to use her. He may not have known, but those simple acts, the gentle touches against her cheek, that was a rare feeling for her. It made her cheeks color and her heart race, hammering in her chest as hard as his own.
Shifting her weight, she slid forward, moving up to easily reach him. Her hands moved out towards his legs, sliding up them slowly, fingers pressing against the fabric and making a swishing sound. Her eyes didn't leave his, though as she leaned forward, her kimono hid less and less. Shoulders bared now, she offered him her answer at last.]
Perfection is...unattainable. But...I am glad you feel that way.
[It would've stung if this was merely out of necessity, and not his own desire. Her fingernails continue their creeping, finally settling against his belt as she practically kneels over him.]
May I see more of you, Master?