1 Forged in the Sand [Private|Keiko] Mon Jun 06, 2016 8:10 pm
Seiryū
D-rank
- BECAUSE IT PROBABLY NEEDS IT:
- The morning had gone differently than Seiryū had initially assumed it would, though his assumptions were proven wrong time and time again. Last night had proven him wrong over and over, with Keiko constantly taking actions that were the opposite of what Seiryū thought would happen. With his own past and how he viewed himself, it was no wonder that Seiryū constantly thought about the worst possible outcomes, even when it came to the previous night which had been his birthday as well. Keiko, while she hadn’t been sober for most of the evening, clearly expressed her interest to him, both last night and their previous three encounters with one another. It still seemed things had progressed too fast, from zero to one hundred with just the flick of a switch. How exactly he ended up here in this position still riddled him, made him more confused than it was required of him to be, but right now wasn’t the time nor the place.
The sunlight hit his eyes once more, like it had done so not even an hour ago when he had initially woken up with Keiko’s back pressed up against his front. Factors such as Keiko’s soft skin, their closeness, and lack of clothing had led Seiryū to initiating a second round of what they had done last night, this time fully being aware of what they were doing and being more gentle and thorough with each his motions. Lingering effects from last night’s alcohol were a factor, though Seiryū had grown used to drinking quite a bit that the morning afters stopped bothering him to a great degree. Seiryū wasn’t sure if he woke up before Keiko had, but the first thing he had done was bury his face in her hair, taking in a deep breath through his nose, getting a sense of the smell of her hair; that had eventually led to a repeat of the previous night’s events. He wasn’t sure why he’d done that first, but it only resulted in Seiryū drawing Keiko’s smaller form closer to him, keeping the covers draped over them while his right hand would draw light patterns over her bare waist and hip.
Seiryū knew it wasn’t the early morning anymore, it was likely closer to midday than it was to dawn, and since he didn’t have any plans scheduled for the day, choosing to lay in Keiko’s bed with Keiko herself in his arms was more than he could ask for. Adjusting himself to be more comfortable and lettings his arm drape over Keiko with his hand rest very low, Seiryū wondered what it would be like when they woke up. More than likely Keiko wouldn’t outright ask him to leave, though it was still a potentially possibility; he didn’t know too much about her aside from her playful nature. Considering what they had resumed not even thirty minutes ago, he could only come to conclude that he’d leave while being on amicable terms with Keiko. However, a more pressing issue for Seiryū resided in where they would go from their current point, would they go back to being strangers? Or would they try their hand at being something more? Or would it be something in between where they continued with their game, while still sharing the more intimate aspects of a relationship people sought out. With his hair obscuring some of his vision, becoming a natural mess rather than his usual attempts at keeping it messy while still presentable, Seiryū closed his eyes and placed his head just a few inches away from Keiko. While he wasn’t sure how long Keiko would rest for, he had no desire to let go of her now.
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