[ who would've thought? yato, the manicurist. as long as he's enjoying it, she's happy for him. she should be able to do the same for any other job, too, but she's too unsettled. too unused to it all. the wound is still fresh, yato's slurred sales. rather than linger, she wants to move on. there could always be a day when yato gets scouted to star in some rom-com with some bishamon lookalike and she's secure enough in the relationship she doesn't bat an eye at such a thing.
maybe that day will be the same day yato stops beating himself up, too.
she wonders if she shouldn't beat HERSELF up for that reaction for how quick he looks up at her. she fights the impulse to close her legs at the shock on his face and instead tucks her chin down a little toward her chest. there are no plans whatsoever about how far it's going to go. if it's not just a massage at the end and nothing else. she isn't sure how many more hints she can throw at him though until she says to hell with demure or mindful and goes for her tried and true direct approach.
it's never led her wrong. ]
Hey, you assumed I was asleep. I mean, I have a history of passing out at any time so I don't blame you that... much... [ hiyori's initial quip trails off and she glances down at his hands inching beneath her terry towel and finds her hips. his hands are still greasy with oil so the path is smooth all the way up. there's the smallest quake in her legs but she doesn't push him away. or pull herself out of his hands. her voice gets caught in her throat and barely escapes her. ]
This is nice, too... [ a little more. she can do a little more. not with her legs. with reaching up to the knot higher on her chest and loosening that. so one part of it falls open and exposes a long, uninterrupted line of her bare skin from shoulder to ankle. ]
SIRI WHERE DO I GET SOME FLAN
maybe that day will be the same day yato stops beating himself up, too.
she wonders if she shouldn't beat HERSELF up for that reaction for how quick he looks up at her. she fights the impulse to close her legs at the shock on his face and instead tucks her chin down a little toward her chest. there are no plans whatsoever about how far it's going to go. if it's not just a massage at the end and nothing else. she isn't sure how many more hints she can throw at him though until she says to hell with demure or mindful and goes for her tried and true direct approach.
it's never led her wrong. ]
Hey, you assumed I was asleep. I mean, I have a history of passing out at any time so I don't blame you that... much... [ hiyori's initial quip trails off and she glances down at his hands inching beneath her terry towel and finds her hips. his hands are still greasy with oil so the path is smooth all the way up. there's the smallest quake in her legs but she doesn't push him away. or pull herself out of his hands. her voice gets caught in her throat and barely escapes her. ]
This is nice, too... [ a little more. she can do a little more. not with her legs. with reaching up to the knot higher on her chest and loosening that. so one part of it falls open and exposes a long, uninterrupted line of her bare skin from shoulder to ankle. ]