[ Scooching herself closer to Shirou, she tilts her head to look at him carefully, pressing her body against his own, face nuzzling against his chest, as if to listen to a heartbeat that wasn't there. Fingers trail once again in that area before reaching towards his boxers.
It's the only thing that he's still wearing. She's going to have the honors of taking it off. ]
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It's the only thing that he's still wearing. She's going to have the honors of taking it off. ]