( closed ) prana party up in here

[peopledieifkilled]

[ This was definitely an emergency. Due to the fact that his connection with Caster was incomplete thanks to the improper summoning, he knew that this was going to happen sooner or later. Tohsaka had already warned him, and while he did listen, he didn't think it would be this quick. And now he had to actually supply her with prana. He didn't know how that would work at all in the slightest, so there was only thing to do.

Ask Tohsaka over the phone.

Which he ended up doing which ended up in a lot of yelling and her going "I'm coming right over!" but Shirou stopped her because that would take even longer and he just — he just — decided to get a verbal talk about it, which ended up a lot more awkward than it should have been.

Now that things have gotten settled, he's managed to fix up the bed in Caster's room (he decided the Western style room was better for this venture) and placed her on top of the bed.

Okay, this should be fine. ]

... Are you really going to be alright, Caster? [ A rhetorical question of course. Nerves are getting to him. ]

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[frozenflame]

[The battle had been a pretty vicious one, as far as Caster was concerned. She'd definitely utilized her talents to the fullest, and the Holy Grail War was down one servant, and it's master was resting peacefully in the church where she'd had her minions send it but that expenditure of energy had just been too great. Shirou's way of doing things was more in line with her own, but ensuring that the master's survived was draining and required a lot more focus. After all, when you can't simply let your vicious pumpkin minions eat them, or burn them away with sunfire.

Was it worth the effort? Yes. But it was effort that took prana. And while she could recover it naturally, exposed to the sun? It was early in the evening, and they may need it. She'd already felt a ripple of magical energy in the district, and that...well, that was potential trouble.

Exhausted as she was, she didn't miss the significance of what was about to happen to Shirou. She wasn't really the most lustful of women in life, and she wasn't in Servanthood either, but she had to admit she didn't mind. She liked Shirou, and spending an evening with him out of necessity was hardly a problem.

Especially when he ever so tenderly laid her on the bed. She appreciated the tenderness, and smiled up at him gently.]

I will be, yes. I know this may be a little worrisome to you, but it's fine. It's necessary. And...I promise, you won't hurt me. Just relax, okay? It's not a sinful act, and lying with you will be nice. I'm sure of it.

[peopledieifkilled]

[ And that's exactly the type of answer he expected which is why he is turning a bright red, rubbing the nape of his neck as his eyes glanced away from her in order to hide his embarrassment. Because he's definitely flustered at the moment, especially because of the necessity.

Of course he wouldn't hurt her. He wouldn't want to, after all.

Swallowing down hard, he sat down next to her on the bed before speaking up. ]

W-- Well, I've never done anything like this before, so I don't really know where to start.

[frozenflame]

I thought as much. But that's alright.

[And she is sorry she has to be the first. But in her mind that just means she's going to have to work harder to make sure he actually enjoys himself. If the first time is one of necessity, she'd rather make the most of it. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked directly at him, eyes focusing on his, until he either turned away or looked back into hers.]

Start by undressing. That's the first step.

[She briefly considered teasing him, offering to undress him herself, but she's not sure she can stand easily. And she's not sure he wouldn't turn into a nervous wreck, so she banished the thought with a vague smile.]

[peopledieifkilled]

... A-Ah.

[ Just the thought of having himself undress caused him to become a nervous wreck, and that much was evident in his nervous expression. She was asking him to undress, no questions asked. While it might be easier for her to see him undressed, it was no less embarrassing for him, personally speaking.

It was his first time, after all. How could he not?

But Emiya Shirou would try. ]

Alright. [ Taking his hands towards the hem of his shirt, he began to strip down, trying to relax himself. Shirt off first. Pants... that would be dealt with considerably later. ]

Excuse me, ah...this got...wordy.

[frozenflame]

[Caster does her best not to stare, in a vague approximation of offering him modesty. It wasn't that she desperately had to, but there were rules to this sort of thing, and in her memories and recollections? This had to involve being undressed.

Still, when he got his shirt off, she couldn't help but steal a glance, eyes peering out from behind half closed lids. And? If Shirou was looking hard enough? He'd see her smiling faintly. Yes...this may not be ideal, but seeing his resolve, his earnest desire to help and make her feel better? That touched her.

That meant something to the woman who'd been scorned as unfaithful but had never once broken faith. That didn't matter, now though. She was no longer beholden to Ninigi, any longer. She was the earthly avatar of the volcanic spirit of Japan, the silken fire burning beneath the very land. And she remembered how people treated her. The spirits of Yatsugatake had learned the hard way, in times long past...as had her legendary husband. She remembered.

And she returned wrath with wrath...and kindness? With kindness.]

Next, I...if you would be so kind as to lay down on the bed. I'd like to make this as pleasant as possible. And I know you're nervous. But don't be. I know a way to help with the nerves, you see.

[She slowly rises up, a little unsteady, but resolve burning in her eyes as they locked onto his own.]

I promise, you'll enjoy it.

[peopledieifkilled]

[ Emiya Shirou usually didn't mind being topless. Most of the time it was due to the many battles he's encountered. He was reckless, after all, the type of person to jump head first into something because of what he believed in. He got injured many times, but for some reason, there were no scars left behind. Whether it was due to the skewed summoning or Shirou's own natural ability, he didn't know. And it didn't matter, either.

But this wasn't usual, indeed. They were planning on being intimate with each other, something that he had never done in his whole life. Nor had he thought he would be able to do it. Definitely not like this, in the situation that they were both in.

Yet, here they are.

Letting out a ragged sigh, the young redhead shifted his weight as he moved towards the back of the bed, allowing himself to lean against the headboard as well as his own palms which rested behind him. While he wanted to lay down on the bed himself, he wouldn't get a good look at Caster if he did that. Maybe it was a selfish request of his, but then again, he didn't have that many selfish things in mind.

Caster should already know, after all. Due to their connection, she probably saw dreams. Dreams of that night. The day that boy ceased to exist and the boy named Emiya Shirou came into being. ]

Actually, is it okay if I just sit like this? I'll be able to see you better this way.

[ What Yukiko might notice though as she looks at him is a rather toned body, one that's worked out almost every single day. After all, he does plenty of reps in the dojo early in the morning. He's also been practicing with the sword as well; after all, he found out rather recently that his specialty was projection and decided to work a little more on that.

Archer helped out a bit in that aspect, but not by much. Just watching him was enough to get certain things ingrained into the boy's mind, and that much was obvious by the more recent battled he fought.

But those weren't important at the moment as the young teenage boy scratched the side of his cheek, cheeks growing rosy as his embarrassment grew, as his heart raced inside of his chest, tempting to burst out. ]

[frozenflame]

[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.

[peopledieifkilled]

Yeah, I would.

[ The words that come out of Shirou's mouth are completely earnest and kind as his eyes remained fixated on her. For him, it felt as if time had slowed regardless of the fact that his heart was beating at what felt like eighty miles a second.

Swallowing hard as his fingers slowly began to crumple the sheets beneath him, he couldn't bear to look away. No, it was more as if there were some greater force that wouldn't allow him to wrench his eyes away from her in the slightest. This was what he wanted, too.

She was beautiful, gorgeous. To him, she seemed like an untainted beauty that he couldn't dare to touch, and yet, still, here he was. Hitching a breath as he saw her glance away, in what seemed to be (in his head) slight embarrassment. And then those words slipped out of her lips, causing his breath to hitch as hazel eyes grew wide in surprise.

Caster, she-- she wanted him? For what reason? He was questioning himself again, and his face was burning hotly as his heart tempted to burst out of his rib cage in protest, his mind nearly turning to static at the thought. ]

And don't worry... You're perfect.

[ To him, she seemed like this unattainable being, something out of reach. Even now, his thoughts still roamed in that direction. After all, once this war was over... she'd disappear, wouldn't she? And it would hurt him the most because of it.

But right now, he wouldn't think of such thoughts of the future. He'd leave all of that for later as he shifted his body over, bringing his right hand towards her, callused fingers resting on her cheek for a moment before bringing his hand behind her head to carefully stroke her hair. ]

[frozenflame]

[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.]

May I see more of you, Master?