le chemin du vent

She lingers. Kiriko allows herself to remain only a breath away, firmly within Hattori’s personal space. Not stepping back, instead allowing her touch on his neck to remain. She traces softly down, from neck to chest. Touch growing more bold, as she hasn’t been rebuked yet.

”Of course it’s what I want. Only the best for you.” The words are honeyed, hanging thickly in the chilly evening air. Was the confidence speaking? To an extent. On top of that, though, Kiriko views it as truth and truth alone. She looks up to Hattori’s eyes now, meeting his gaze. Something alight here, a little spark that Kiriko could only hope to feed. Looking up at him from her lower position, and damn near holding her breath.