Kagura wasn't one to expect herself doing something like this either; someone as prude as herself about her body wasn't exactly confident about herself in any case. Needless to say, she was a touch nervous. She hid it well though; a facade was something she pulled off well, and hide everything behind a smile. The hotel wasn't the worst she'd seen, in any case.
"Oh no, it's fine. I've seen much messier back home."
She nodded lightly, before hearing his next words. Ah, getting down to business are we. Kagura watched him take off his shirt for a moment. If anything, it was quite a bit of a turn on for the possibly younger girl. How old was she? Eh, no turning back now. She really had never thought this would be the one thing that would get her nervous.
"Of course." She would say, hiding her insecurities. Just this once, she supposed...she would take off her coat somewhat reluctantly, before going off towards the bed. So many nerves...what would he say? She wondered if he knew already...
She hid it very well - Archer had to wonder if she had any idea just what he was planning to do to her. She didn't show any signs of hesitance or fear, which for a brief moment made him wonder if this was a good idea. If she really didn't know what she was in for then he sure as hell shouldn't proceed.
Her coat was dropped beside the bed unceremoneously. No, she knew what was going on. She wasn't that naive. Archer's smirk resurfaced - he hadn't even noticed it had disappeared. "Good," He remarked, more to himself than to her. His belt, shoes, and socks were all removed before he joined her on the bed
( ... )
She probably didn't know the exact extent, but she wasn't totally naive to what was going on. She had seen her fair share of...unfortunate situations. Still, the stitches were the one thing that was getting to her. He hadn't said anything; he hadn't noticed. She'd just hope he didn't
( ... )
He watched her as she removed her extraneous articles of clothing. He didn't make a move to hurry her or to help her. Archer merely watched.
Though she didn't sound afraid and her words didn't reflect it, Archer did wonder if there was some hesitance of some sort there. He had never been the best at picking up on minute things like that, but it seemed that there was something holding Kagura back. He didn't question it - the last thing he needed was to be left alone after all this.
Her hand brushed his chest and Archer took a moment to glance down at it. The thought How long? popped into his head unbidden. Yes, it had been quite awhile since his last intimate encounter - work had kept him busy of course - but it hardly felt like the appropriate time to consider it
( ... )
A blush crossed the face of the girl, something she rarely if ever did. She wondered, and kept wondering if there was any part of this that could involve affection. Well, sex never usually had anything to do with it; she never saught it fit, but she was...curious, in her own way.
Hearing his words, she could sense a strained kindness to it; she wouldn't expect any rocket to have 'kindness' anywhere in their dictonary. Paitence? Yes. Kindness? No. Kagura found herself almost uncharacteristicly timid, knowing that things were getting very real very fast. Calm was the name of the game.
But when he snuck that finger under her shirt, a slight gasp was made. Her body didn't move any; her face grew more red, but she didn't many a move to stop him. Giving him a nod, the girl continued to wait. One of them needed to be bold; Kagura's boldness had been lost a while back. Her breath was a touch shaky, and nervous...
Where are Kagura's scars again? /IS A DERProcketambitionNovember 22 2010, 02:50:58 UTC
The gasp earned even more of a pause and Archer glanced up at her curiously. It wasn't a no. Her nod reaffirmed his thoughts and Archer continued to work the shirt up. Now she sounded nervous - but that was only to be expected. She was (probably) not experienced in this area. He would genuinely be surprised if she was, actually.
The shirt was inched up slowly until he reached her breasts. Archer gave her another quizical look, but then abrubtly shifted his attention to her shorts. His expression was still curiously blank, if not a little flushed, but that would change soon enough. He grabbed her hips tightly and slowly - oh so slowly - ground against her.
"Lighten up, Kagura," He purred in her ear, his smirk back in place, "this is supposed to be fun."
Her shoulders, ankles, upper legs, and most on her stomach.tearingmemoriesNovember 22 2010, 03:23:43 UTC
Feeling her shirt being pulled up more to reveal her breast under her bra, she was deeply flushed by now. So many thoughts buzzed through her mind, but...even if it felt wrong, it felt right too. So many things in her mind, but she simply let out shaky breath after shaky breath...
She would notice the looks; she almost had to wonder what was running through his mind. The grasping of her hips caused her eyes to widen just a bit, before feeling him grind against her. It was an unusual feeling; she had tensed up at first, before her body arched. She could feel the heat rising, so much confusion in her mind.
The words in her ear caused her to let out a slight, shaky chuckle. "O-of course." She would say, her voice still remaining shaky, but trying to retain a sense of confidence. She could feel herself shaking like a leaf...
Ah, thank you~rocketambitionNovember 22 2010, 03:40:33 UTC
Ah, that was better. She was nervous, but trying to mask it now, at least. He leaned an arm beside her to support his weight while he lazily tugged on the fabric of her shorts. It was only then that Archer caught sight of something out of the ordinary.
A scar. No, not one. Two, three, four... There were several. An eyebrow quirked upward. The scars were old, but Archer still hesitated. While he was tempted to brush a finger over them, he rather doubted Kagura would appreciate it. Scars fascinated Archer - as did any injuries really (thank you, Proton), but again, Kagura probably didn't have the same interests he did.
"What happened?" He asked instead, shifting so that he was supporting his weight equally above her.
Always glad to help!tearingmemoriesNovember 22 2010, 03:47:15 UTC
Kagura's heart nearly stopped when he finally noticed; she could feel her short about to be pulled, but she knew, if anything, the scars from her stomach would catch his attention. So many memories...but, she sighed. Perhaps breaking down her walls would serve some good?
"...A project back home. The Surrogate Project. Parents signed away their children to be torn appart and put back together again. I was the original of...many copies." That was all she wanted to go into. She turned away from him, biting the bottom of one of her lips. Memories...just something she didn't want to deal with.
Though, this would probably be the best time to get a surprised reaction out of her, Archer. Occupied by her thoughts...
She didn't have to talk about it if she didn't want to. Archer was going to say so, but she beat him to it. He tilted his head as he listened, deep in thought. Her world was clearly quite different from his. It was hard to believe anyone would send their children to such a project. It was hard to believe such a project could even exist.
But if there was one thing Archer had learned during his stay so far on the island, it was that even the strangest things could be true. There was another version of himself there; if that didn't prove it, then he didn't know what could.
Archer gave her a moment and thought about it. While it would probably be a better idea to call the whole thing off, he certainly had come this far and was not going to give up that easily.
"I like them." He finally said simply. The expression on his face was the usual blank one, but there was certainly emotion in his voice. "They give you character." Maybe he was reading it wrong, but it seemed like she was ashamed of the scars. "They're not your fault
( ... )
It wasn't something she liked to speak of, that was for sure. Everything about that world of hers was something that she feared rather well. Some things juts stay with you ever after they leave; paranoia was one of those things for Kagura.
None the less, his words...they surprised her. Looking back up to him, not even she could stop even the smallest smile from creeping onto her face. Even if this was undenyably weird, it was nice to know he didn't think she was a freak, or anything of the like. Oddly enough, it actually brought her some comfort.
...The kiss, though, surprised her more than just about everything. There wasn't any real malicious intent behind it that she could see, but...it just brought her to silence. It was unusual what the small things would do, in the end. She did enjoy it though; that much was true.
Good - no tears. Archer was relieved at that. Bringing the subject up seemed to be sort of a mood-killer. Archer released her and busied himself with the swift removal of material. He once again pulled at her shirt, pausing to indicate that she should help him - getting it off on his own was a bit much.
There wasn't anything to say about her past - not now. She wasn't going to explain further, and he wasn't going to ask. If she wanted to talk, she certainly could. Archer had always been a good listener, even under stress or pressure. This wasn't the time he'd like to stop and listen to a story that was bound to be depressing - would he ever?
Anyway, he sat back enough to give Kagura enough room to remove her shirt. Though his expression was neutral, there was an intensity in the way he looked her up and down that indicated that he liked what he saw. A sharp, small intake of breath aided that idea.
Kagura learned a long time ago crying was not an answer; but all thoughts ceased when she felt her shirt being removed once again, allowing herself to remove her shirt. Putting it back on the floor into the abandon.
Though, hearing the bit of sharp breathing on his part, Kagura merely turned away in modesty. She hadn't grown much; being torn appart and put back together again was bound to do that. She knew she probably wouldn't grow past this, but even still she thought it was fine.
Still; nerves. The killer of everything in this. Her hands began to try and reach back; she didn't want him doing all of the work, and the hook of the bra she wore wasn't probably going to be easy. Biting the inside of her lip as she did so, she finally managed to undo it. Her face reddening again; she found herself shivering as the thought of actually taking it off crossed her mind. She gulped.
There were more scars on her shoulders, but Archer scarcely noticed that. Kagura was smaller than most of the (few) women he had been with - but that was most likely due to age, and whatever that "Surrogate" project she had mentioned was. She reached behind her to attempt to remove the bra. Archer watched, allowing her to struggle with it on her own. There was something thrilling in watching her expression go from embarassment to frustration, and then back again, no matter how brief it was. Kagura did have a pretty face - and her expressions were almost endearing
( ... )
Her mind's thoughts ceased; the finger dipping into the region just barely near her breast and pulling her bra, her eyes closed. She may have been one of the tinier girls out there; she may not have been ten like most trainers, but even as such she still had a sort of charm to her.
His words seemed to make her just that much more silent. His tone had taken on a sense of darkness to it; she could tell this. She wasn't sure of what she was going to feel, but moved her shoulder's in a way that allowed the bra to fall. All Archer had to do was remove it.
"...Very well." Were the only words she could manage; she felt oddly naked out of just half of her clothing. Her heart was beating faster and faster than it had ever before; was intimacy supposed to be like this?
The movement of her shoulders - scars and all - was incredibly sexy. She probably didn't know it, but Archer did. He took a moment to take a shaky breath to calm himself before easily pulling the bra off. There was no resistance - and to be honest, he wasn't even sure he could stop now if there was
( ... )
"Oh no, it's fine. I've seen much messier back home."
She nodded lightly, before hearing his next words. Ah, getting down to business are we. Kagura watched him take off his shirt for a moment. If anything, it was quite a bit of a turn on for the possibly younger girl. How old was she? Eh, no turning back now. She really had never thought this would be the one thing that would get her nervous.
"Of course." She would say, hiding her insecurities. Just this once, she supposed...she would take off her coat somewhat reluctantly, before going off towards the bed. So many nerves...what would he say? She wondered if he knew already...
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Her coat was dropped beside the bed unceremoneously. No, she knew what was going on. She wasn't that naive. Archer's smirk resurfaced - he hadn't even noticed it had disappeared. "Good," He remarked, more to himself than to her. His belt, shoes, and socks were all removed before he joined her on the bed ( ... )
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Though she didn't sound afraid and her words didn't reflect it, Archer did wonder if there was some hesitance of some sort there. He had never been the best at picking up on minute things like that, but it seemed that there was something holding Kagura back. He didn't question it - the last thing he needed was to be left alone after all this.
Her hand brushed his chest and Archer took a moment to glance down at it. The thought How long? popped into his head unbidden. Yes, it had been quite awhile since his last intimate encounter - work had kept him busy of course - but it hardly felt like the appropriate time to consider it ( ... )
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Hearing his words, she could sense a strained kindness to it; she wouldn't expect any rocket to have 'kindness' anywhere in their dictonary. Paitence? Yes. Kindness? No. Kagura found herself almost uncharacteristicly timid, knowing that things were getting very real very fast. Calm was the name of the game.
But when he snuck that finger under her shirt, a slight gasp was made. Her body didn't move any; her face grew more red, but she didn't many a move to stop him. Giving him a nod, the girl continued to wait. One of them needed to be bold; Kagura's boldness had been lost a while back. Her breath was a touch shaky, and nervous...
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The shirt was inched up slowly until he reached her breasts. Archer gave her another quizical look, but then abrubtly shifted his attention to her shorts. His expression was still curiously blank, if not a little flushed, but that would change soon enough. He grabbed her hips tightly and slowly - oh so slowly - ground against her.
"Lighten up, Kagura," He purred in her ear, his smirk back in place, "this is supposed to be fun."
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She would notice the looks; she almost had to wonder what was running through his mind. The grasping of her hips caused her eyes to widen just a bit, before feeling him grind against her. It was an unusual feeling; she had tensed up at first, before her body arched. She could feel the heat rising, so much confusion in her mind.
The words in her ear caused her to let out a slight, shaky chuckle. "O-of course." She would say, her voice still remaining shaky, but trying to retain a sense of confidence. She could feel herself shaking like a leaf...
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A scar. No, not one. Two, three, four... There were several. An eyebrow quirked upward. The scars were old, but Archer still hesitated. While he was tempted to brush a finger over them, he rather doubted Kagura would appreciate it. Scars fascinated Archer - as did any injuries really (thank you, Proton), but again, Kagura probably didn't have the same interests he did.
"What happened?" He asked instead, shifting so that he was supporting his weight equally above her.
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"...A project back home. The Surrogate Project. Parents signed away their children to be torn appart and put back together again. I was the original of...many copies." That was all she wanted to go into. She turned away from him, biting the bottom of one of her lips. Memories...just something she didn't want to deal with.
Though, this would probably be the best time to get a surprised reaction out of her, Archer. Occupied by her thoughts...
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But if there was one thing Archer had learned during his stay so far on the island, it was that even the strangest things could be true. There was another version of himself there; if that didn't prove it, then he didn't know what could.
Archer gave her a moment and thought about it. While it would probably be a better idea to call the whole thing off, he certainly had come this far and was not going to give up that easily.
"I like them." He finally said simply. The expression on his face was the usual blank one, but there was certainly emotion in his voice. "They give you character." Maybe he was reading it wrong, but it seemed like she was ashamed of the scars. "They're not your fault ( ... )
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None the less, his words...they surprised her. Looking back up to him, not even she could stop even the smallest smile from creeping onto her face. Even if this was undenyably weird, it was nice to know he didn't think she was a freak, or anything of the like. Oddly enough, it actually brought her some comfort.
...The kiss, though, surprised her more than just about everything. There wasn't any real malicious intent behind it that she could see, but...it just brought her to silence. It was unusual what the small things would do, in the end. She did enjoy it though; that much was true.
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There wasn't anything to say about her past - not now. She wasn't going to explain further, and he wasn't going to ask. If she wanted to talk, she certainly could. Archer had always been a good listener, even under stress or pressure. This wasn't the time he'd like to stop and listen to a story that was bound to be depressing - would he ever?
Anyway, he sat back enough to give Kagura enough room to remove her shirt. Though his expression was neutral, there was an intensity in the way he looked her up and down that indicated that he liked what he saw. A sharp, small intake of breath aided that idea.
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Though, hearing the bit of sharp breathing on his part, Kagura merely turned away in modesty. She hadn't grown much; being torn appart and put back together again was bound to do that. She knew she probably wouldn't grow past this, but even still she thought it was fine.
Still; nerves. The killer of everything in this. Her hands began to try and reach back; she didn't want him doing all of the work, and the hook of the bra she wore wasn't probably going to be easy. Biting the inside of her lip as she did so, she finally managed to undo it. Her face reddening again; she found herself shivering as the thought of actually taking it off crossed her mind. She gulped.
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His words seemed to make her just that much more silent. His tone had taken on a sense of darkness to it; she could tell this. She wasn't sure of what she was going to feel, but moved her shoulder's in a way that allowed the bra to fall. All Archer had to do was remove it.
"...Very well." Were the only words she could manage; she felt oddly naked out of just half of her clothing. Her heart was beating faster and faster than it had ever before; was intimacy supposed to be like this?
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