a thousand cherry blossoms dissolve into the night

[mementosola]

[The year is 2038, and for some people turning twenty, there is celebration. A feeling of reaching adulthood, or at the very least, an unhealthy amount of booze.

For other people, there's running clear across Setagaw when time stopped and exploding a Harvester in a single, casual gesture. She's not worried there are too many; she's worried about what certain people may have done to thin out the numbers.]

Retsu!

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[mementosola]

[...For a moment, she considers asking him if he knows what he's doing, and when did that happen, but decides it doesn't actually matter when or with whom or if it even did because that was then, this is now.

But have fun with that thought train anyway.]

I just...need you to show me what to do, and I'll learn it

[withoutmercy]

[It is a mystery to everyone. Or, you know. It is a telepath who lived through high school and life in cramped apartment buildings. He might be the aggregate knowledge of a lot of people.]

Okay, we'll go slow. Trust me, you'll figure it out quickly.

[Leaning up to kiss her again!]

[mementosola]

[She is okay with this kissing thing, she can figure that part out, and to her credit, she is a fast learner when it comes to it.

And it hasn't quite sunk in she's kissing him while he's shirtless and she's sitting on top of him. On his bed.]

[withoutmercy]

[And if one of his hands slide slowly up the back of her shirt, tracing along her spine, will that make her realize where she is?]

[Because he's not saying it. He's kind of busy with this kiss.]

[mementosola]

[It does certainly get her attention, by that shiver, and does get her to let her hands roam down his chest.]

Should I...?

[She is realizing him being the only one shirtless is slightly unfair here, broski.]

[withoutmercy]

[Sitting up again, though more to get leverage in case he needs to act. He does move his hand back out from under her shirt, resting it on her hip.]

Either you can, or I will.

[Because either way he's not complaining, but he promised they'd go at her pace.]

[mementosola]

[She does seem to consider it for a moment, before pulling her shirt off in one motion. The scars from her own accident have faded, but there's the tell-tale red spirals of her divine markings visible even unchanged, now, like pale tattoos over her skin.

Also, apparently she goes for red and lacy in the bra department.]

[withoutmercy]

[He wasn't expecting such a quick decision from her, and combined with her being topless it's a bit of a surprise. Since he's also sitting up, he'll just lean in and kiss one of those red markings on her, nice and gently.]

You're even cuter than I thought you'd be.

[mementosola]

Ah...! [She shivers, being pretty oversensitive to touch, it seems.]

H-have you thought about it often...?

[withoutmercy]

...Yeah, I'm not going to lie, I've thought about it a lot.

[And before any responses to that come he's going to work his way along to her neck with those little kisses.]

[mementosola]

[Well, she can't respond to that because words just have a critical system failure.]

A-aaahhh...

[withoutmercy]

[...That actually gets a little bit of a chuckle out of him. Also gently using his weight to roll them down onto the bed, with his hands at either side of her to support himself over her.]

[mementosola]

[Well now she is staring up at him. Seems like a good time to reach up to his face.]

...Just how long have I kept you waiting, Retsu...?

[She wouldn't have even noticed if he had, before two years ago...she's done her best to change that, but she feels it's worth asking.]

[withoutmercy]

...At least a year. Even reading minds doesn't mean I should act on it - when we weren't fighting, it always felt like we were in two worlds, and you were just visiting.

[He shakes his head.] Listen to me...

[mementosola]

[What's that? That sounded like "lean up and bump foreheads" to her.]

Shush. It's just a little funny, I suppose. You're more of a gentleman than anyone I've ever met born into the role.

[withoutmercy]

Well, you deserve it, regardless of your family.

[Kissing her, just for a second, to cover the stupid grin on his face.]

[mementosola]

[Yes she is okay with this. Her hands slip down from his face, to his shoulders, and start on down his chest in the meantime.]

[withoutmercy]

[Shuddering a little bit under her hands some, because that actually does feel good, even with the scars. He leans in for another kiss, one of his hands moving from propping him up down to toying with the hem of her skirt.]

[mementosola]

[She isn't going to stop him, given her hands are finding their way down to his hips and his ass.]

...You don't have to hold yourself back completely, you know...I can take it if you're a little impatient.

[withoutmercy]

[Well, one thing is clear from her grip: Retsu doesn't skip leg day.]

Are you talking to me, or yourself?

[Quick, try to answer that while he's leaned in to kiss the top of her breasts! He's also going to slide that hand up to get that skirt un...zipped? buttoned? He's getting rid of it.]

[mementosola]

I--Ii....[Well if he's going to be that way about it, she's going to get her hands down the back of his pants for a better grip of dat ass.

...she may have forgotten the question.]

[withoutmercy]

Aah, haah--

[Which in turn might have just got his hips to grind against hers some. This could be the best possible chain reaction.]

[mementosola]

[Wow yes this is a chain that is going somewhere, since she just basically canted her hips back up into his, along with that full body shudder.]

I--oh, god, I-I'm thinking going slow is for the birds...

[withoutmercy]

I said you'd set the pace, not me. We'll do what you want.

[But yeah, he's pulling that skirt down while he protests to the contrary.]

[mementosola]

You're allowed to make requests too, you know--

[She's not going to complain, although she is taking one hand off his has to the back of his neck so she can kiss him again, as deep as she can make it. So maybe that request thing will have to wait.]