( It was always so breathtaking, so enchanting how easily they could fall into one another's arms. The way Iri's touch could melt away his pain, his heartache, his sins, as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Kiritsugu's lips practically meld into Irisviel's own, as he slips his tongue past her teeth; his head feeling oddly weightless. His hands hover over her shoulders, toying with one of the straps of her dress. Though he doesn't seem too concerned with removing it, for now. Happy to bask in her warmth, her touch to guide her down against the bed and feel their bodies mold against one another's. It was strange to realize how much he needed her. Much like a fish needed water to survive. )
[It feels like he was starving for her as his lips meld into hers and his arms grip her close. A couple months apart and already he was so desperate... It is, in its own way, kind of sweet. And it isn't like she hadn't been hit over the head with relief to discover he was here with her, either.
Her hands run over him, not with any particular goal in mind beyond just touching him until she feels him go for her dress straps. They move around to his chest, then, pressing against the broad, firm body, near the buttons that held on the only thing between his skin and her touch. She didn't rush any more than he did, though, letting him lay her out of the bed, the softness cradling her. Yes, they had a lot more to do with each other, but for the moment this alone just felt wonderful.]
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And now I am become death, destroyer of back.
Kiritsugu's lips practically meld into Irisviel's own, as he slips his tongue past her teeth; his head feeling oddly weightless. His hands hover over her shoulders, toying with one of the straps of her dress. Though he doesn't seem too concerned with removing it, for now. Happy to bask in her warmth, her touch to guide her down against the bed and feel their bodies mold against one another's. It was strange to realize how much he needed her. Much like a fish needed water to survive. )
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Her hands run over him, not with any particular goal in mind beyond just touching him until she feels him go for her dress straps. They move around to his chest, then, pressing against the broad, firm body, near the buttons that held on the only thing between his skin and her touch. She didn't rush any more than he did, though, letting him lay her out of the bed, the softness cradling her. Yes, they had a lot more to do with each other, but for the moment this alone just felt wonderful.]