Kyuden Shika

She shifts her weight in his lap at the squeeze, getting increasingly comfortable, with a quirk to her lips. "Speaking of complications, though of a decidedly different sort. A good sort. What do you think of children? I-" Her nose wrinkles in thought. "I don't know how many I can give you. It depen...

Happy noises escape and he can feel her grin behind increasingly wanting kisses. She moves against him, enticing further, though they can't get closer in their current state. One hand slips from around his neck to his chest, gripping at his kimono to hold him against her, directing him as she pulls ...

In a moment her lips are pressed against his, arms snaking around his shoulders, pulling him desperately close. He can feel her trembling, but she doesn't slow, doesn't stop. Kisses grow deeper, more meaningful, more wanting with each one. She presses against him, as close as he'll allow, heart raci...

"Does it make a difference?" she laughed bitterly, and nudged her cup with a fingerpad. "It's changed everything. It's changed how he sees me. That alone is worse than death."

"Not yet," she amends his words, and takes a breath before downing her next cup. "I'm to be on house arrest though, confined to an izakaya." she keeps her voice low as well, and stares daggers at her cup. "If I do not comply, I face arrest at best, exile or death at worst."

She let out an incredulous laugh. "She got matched with Yoshi?" Her eyes narrow again. "So you're running?"

She spares him a look, curious. Prompting him to go on with the uprising of one manicured brow.

Lips pushed together in a thin line before she shook her head slowly. "They gave him everything he needs to have me arrested for breaking Imperial law. He still loves me, despite that. He believes I'm better than am I, and my past deserves to stay in my past. But the Emerald Magistrate says otherwis...

Her eyes narrow a bit and she rubs at a temple in frustration.
"No." she says shortly, lips twitching to one side. "The Deer dug up... a lot of dirt on me, and presented it to Bo as a wedding gift." She's livid, and it's obvious as day. "So I hate them as much as you do."

She lets out a sigh of relief at the honourific, and his hand is immediately retrieved, lifting it to her face, her cheek, directing his fingerpads to rest there as she places the lightest of kisses on the side of his hand. Heart thundering inside her chest. "Don't..." she murmurs, closing her eyes....