[ the grip on blade's tie pulls him down until he's face to face with rin, his eyes widening slightly in surprise to meet her gaze so directly. she looks good like this, he thinks, and feels his body respond, heat beginning to gather in the pit of his stomach as he finds himself bent forward over the perfect curve of her body.
his hands come up to her waist, presumptuous and instinctive, and then blade—acting, still, as the junior salaryman caught slipping—jolts and lets her go again, as though aware that he's done something transgressive by touching her in such an intimate way. ]
I'll accept whatever punishment you decide I deserve, [ he says instead, his gaze meeting rin's and holding it for a long moment before slipping down to the seductive curve of her lips instead. ]
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his hands come up to her waist, presumptuous and instinctive, and then blade—acting, still, as the junior salaryman caught slipping—jolts and lets her go again, as though aware that he's done something transgressive by touching her in such an intimate way. ]
I'll accept whatever punishment you decide I deserve, [ he says instead, his gaze meeting rin's and holding it for a long moment before slipping down to the seductive curve of her lips instead. ]