[ Honestly, Vorona hadn’t expected their relationship to escalate to this point when she first arrived here and found him. She’s always admired Shizuo’s strength, and she even grew to care for him - but what they do here is far different from what they got up to back home.
Still, it’s not something she dislikes. It doesn’t give her the same thrill as a fight, but the desire Shizuo sparks in her is... interesting. Sometimes the city spurs them on, sure, but she finds herself attracted to him without its influence just as often.
She stirs easily at the familiar sound of his voice, her eyelids fluttering open lazily. It’s a bit embarrassing, but the mere feeling of Shizuo’s hand pressed so low against her belly sends a shiver down her spine. In the back of her mind, Vorona can recall with perfect clarity what it feels like to have him touch her in more intimate places.
In a word, it’s exciting. ]
Sleep... I can’t, either.
[ Her voice is quiet and hoarse from disuse, but she sounds no less interested for it. After a moment of thought, her hand finds his and she drags it lower, guiding him until his fingers brush the soft, warm flesh of her thighs. She’s in standard nightclothes (panties and a shirt she pilfered from his side of the closet), which makes this even easier. ]
This is the kind of relief you want. [ Said like a statement, but there’s a vague hint of curiosity to her voice, too. ] Right, senpai?
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Still, it’s not something she dislikes. It doesn’t give her the same thrill as a fight, but the desire Shizuo sparks in her is... interesting. Sometimes the city spurs them on, sure, but she finds herself attracted to him without its influence just as often.
She stirs easily at the familiar sound of his voice, her eyelids fluttering open lazily. It’s a bit embarrassing, but the mere feeling of Shizuo’s hand pressed so low against her belly sends a shiver down her spine. In the back of her mind, Vorona can recall with perfect clarity what it feels like to have him touch her in more intimate places.
In a word, it’s exciting. ]
Sleep... I can’t, either.
[ Her voice is quiet and hoarse from disuse, but she sounds no less interested for it. After a moment of thought, her hand finds his and she drags it lower, guiding him until his fingers brush the soft, warm flesh of her thighs. She’s in standard nightclothes (panties and a shirt she pilfered from his side of the closet), which makes this even easier. ]
This is the kind of relief you want. [ Said like a statement, but there’s a vague hint of curiosity to her voice, too. ] Right, senpai?