[Konoha had always been taught not to waste food. Even in harsh winters, even that one year during the drought when she'd forced herself to live off watery rice gruel and chewed roots between meals to stave off hunger... she'd eaten everything she'd been given, no matter how off or foul. You didn't leave a single rice grain in the bowl, you shouldn't...
But she is more than willing to right now. Thank goodness this world had the micro waves and the tupperwares... because she's being told she could look all she wanted, and touch all she wanted, and in the midst of her heat... it's so easy to want.
And to shiver in anticipation when he moves to her side, presses against her from that slightly behind angle. She loved that, the sensation of lips pressed to her neck from behind. It summons a low, aching noise that makes her throat thrum beneath his kiss as her tongue slides over her bottom lip, double heartbeats stuttering just the same way it had at that festival, when they'd been far more colorful. To the bed, such a simultaneously gallant sounding and lewd combination of words, she should expect such sauciness from a ship's captain-]
I don't suppose you mind...
[Her voice finally finds its way out again in a husky whisper, one hand moving to slip down his abdomen until she hits his trousers and finds herself playing with the fastener.]
If it's less a bed and more hay... ?
[... It is actually hay. Well, a large, comfortable (to her) nest of soft reeds and hay supplemented with pillows and blankets.
Whatever the answer... She doesn't actually stay playing with the fastener. Not when she remembers, suddenly, so vividly, where they had left off when the powders wore off... and to take it one step farther than she had then, her hand wriggles into his trousers, eager to determine just how blessed he'd become in this draconic shape.]
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But she is more than willing to right now. Thank goodness this world had the micro waves and the tupperwares... because she's being told she could look all she wanted, and touch all she wanted, and in the midst of her heat... it's so easy to want.
And to shiver in anticipation when he moves to her side, presses against her from that slightly behind angle. She loved that, the sensation of lips pressed to her neck from behind. It summons a low, aching noise that makes her throat thrum beneath his kiss as her tongue slides over her bottom lip, double heartbeats stuttering just the same way it had at that festival, when they'd been far more colorful. To the bed, such a simultaneously gallant sounding and lewd combination of words, she should expect such sauciness from a ship's captain-]
I don't suppose you mind...
[Her voice finally finds its way out again in a husky whisper, one hand moving to slip down his abdomen until she hits his trousers and finds herself playing with the fastener.]
If it's less a bed and more hay... ?
[... It is actually hay. Well, a large, comfortable (to her) nest of soft reeds and hay supplemented with pillows and blankets.
Whatever the answer... She doesn't actually stay playing with the fastener. Not when she remembers, suddenly, so vividly, where they had left off when the powders wore off... and to take it one step farther than she had then, her hand wriggles into his trousers, eager to determine just how blessed he'd become in this draconic shape.]