[SCENE] Choose Your Own Adventure - The Phoenix-Iris Hazakura Date

[wrightswrongs]

[Welcome to the first ever Choose Your Own Adventure scene. :D
This scene was written in the following manner: Iris' player left the chatroom, and when scening, Phoenix's player presented options on what he should do next. People in the chatroom voted, and we went with the majority vote in each situation.

So, for example, in responding to Iris, a set of options were the following:
a) admit that he misheard her question earlier on
b) say that he left it on the bus
c) say that he doesn't know where he put it--it's gone now
d) say 'huh?'

So... blame the pervs in the chat for what happens, not me. :D]

Iris: *After an early dinner, Phoenix and Iris leave the temple and walk some distance together, catching a bus that takes them to the nearest town, Hazakura. Iris sits by the window, watching the scenery pass by them; the sun is still out, but some clouds seem to be rolling in. She turns to Phoenix* I hope it doesn't rain... Maybe we should have brought umbrellas, just in case.

Wright: *Sitting right beside Iris on the bus, Phoenix is feeling like a nervous wreck-though to his credit, his features don't reveal this fact all that much. He was the one who'd asked to go to the nearby town-for a very specific reason-and he still can't be sure if Iris is aware of why he asked... in fact, he has the terrible sneaking suspicion that she is entirely unaware and uninterested*

Wright: *he's mulling on this dilemma when Iris speaks, and unfortunately, fails to catch anything but the last part of her dialogue: “just in case...” -- he blinks, trying to recover smoothly* Huh? Oh... Yeah. Well... *he trails off, hoping that the response isn't offensively non-committal. In an attempt to make things smoother, he shifts and places an arm around her shoulders* As long as you're here with me, Rissie, it'll be okay.

Iris: *smiles and rests her head against his shoulder, returning her gaze to the clouds* I suppose... if it becomes necessary, we can go to the pharmacy. They sells some inexpensive ones there -- for emergencies. But they break easily...

Wright: *his eyes widen* O-oh! N...no, that's alright, I, uh... *rubs the back of his neck awkwardly* I already got some. *pats his right hoodie pocket, where his wallet is*

Iris: *looks confused when she turns her head to look at him* You... do? *a beat passes* You always were prepared. Even back in university... *looks back out the window again* Remember when you held one over my parasol, and we didn't realize how silly we looked?

Wright: *blinks in horror and confusion for a few seconds, until he finally realizes what she means* Oh. Umbrellas! *he chuckles, entirely too awkwardly* Y-yeah, I remember that day..... I didn't want to get a single drop of water on you. *breathes out a sigh-- though he's somewhat relieved at how he's scraped by, her innocent response still leaves him in the dark about her intentions...*

Iris: *feeling too relaxed to notice the awkwardness in his tone, she closes her eyes, shifting her position a bit so she feels more comfortable against him* Do you ever think back to those days? There are so many little things that remind me...

Wright: I do. It was difficult for a while, but... *he gives her a light squeeze* Now just about anything makes me think about you, and those days. *his laugh turns a bit tense* Like... that time you visited my dorm room when my roommate was out, and we found all those candles and pillows he'd laid out... and we never found out why... *weakly* ... we had a good time in the park that day though, huh...?

Iris: We did. We spent so many wonderful days together... and moments where we sat just like this. *a light giggle* I was so shy back then. *opens her eyes to look up at him; brings an arm across his chest and lays it on his shoulder, smiling sweetly* Do you think I'm still as shy...?

Wright: *flushes at her open touch, and grins* No... you've opened up a little since then, I think. *a slight quirk of his mouth* Like how I've sobered up a bit.

Wright: *as he mulls this over, he looks a little more hopeful than perhaps he ought to* Is it because you're more comfortable with me...?

Iris: Yes. I adored you with all my heart, just as I do today. *wistful* But I couldn't express... everything I felt... not when you didn't know who I really was. Especially not when I knew our days together couldn't last forever. *her face brightens* But that was then, and this is now... and I can show you everything.

Wright: *turns a brighter shade of red* E...everything...?

Iris: *places her head against his chest with a small content sigh* With no secrets between us, I can give you my all. Will you take it, Feenie?

Wright: *though the question--what he believes she means by the question, at least--gets him all jumpy again, his hold on her is steady. He tilts down his head--still smiling openly--and places a kiss on her forehead* Yes... yes, I will... I've wanted to.

Iris: *Not much time passes before the bus comes to a stop in the town. When Iris and Phoenix step out, the sun is no longer out, and there's a fairly strong breeze. The town is very quaint, and resembles an old Japanese village, though it's clear they're modern buildings built to look that way* Is there anything you'd like to do first?

Wright: Well... you mentioned you planted flowers in the park, right? *keeps a hand around her to try and keep her warm* Let's go take a look while the weather still holds out.

Iris: Oh, yes. My flowers. They've blossomed so beautifully... and they're very fragrant. *holds his hand and begins to walk* The pink tulips, especially.

Wright: *glances up at the sky as he walks--it seems to be getting grayer by the minute* You really like flowers, huh...? I remember. Have you ever thought about working with them--as a job, I mean...? Once you leave the temple.

Iris: When I leave the temple...? *thinks on this for a moment* I could do that, can't I? That's a good idea... I wouldn't mind working with flowers at all. *a beat* I wonder when that will be. When I leave the temple.

Wright: *nods as they enter a park-like entrance* Whenever that is... you're still welcome to stay with me, you know.

Iris: *there are several brilliant flowering bulb plants here and there. She leads them through the paths.* Yes-- and I think Trucy would like it if I did. *shyly* Um... What did you think? When she said... that. About Sister Bikini.

Wright: Oh... that. A ha ha. *seems to feel a splash of water on his cheek, and he brushes a finger against it to check* ...I hope she didn't scare you when she said that. Tru really speaks her mind when something comes to her.

Iris: It didn't scare me. It just... *she stops when they come across a patch of tulips, daffodils and irises* Oh! Here are my tulips. *she lets go and crouches down to get a better look. Carefully, she cups a large tulip head in her hand and smiles up at him* Go ahead. Stick your nose in.

Iris: *takes in the scent herself* Mmm... what do you think?

Wright: *her wording--and the angle she's at to him causes his mind to wander, and as he leans down for a sniff, his eyes drift over her cleavage*

Wright: Uh... *realizes the indecency of his actions, and lowers his eyes to the flower* Uh... mm. Mmm. *mumbles a bit incoherently*

Iris: I was afraid they'd be affected by the late snowfall, but... *her finger tips travel up the stem of one of the tulips and lightly teases the petals* They grew wonderfully. Look how big some of these heads are!

Wright: *swallows strongly, his eyes following the movement of her fingers* It's amazing what you can do with your hands, Rissie. *this time he feels a raindrop splatter on his forehead--he's sure of it*

Iris: *feels a raindrop as well, on her hand -- her thought is quickly distracted by Phoenix's comment. She tilts her head upwards to meet his eyes, and with Phoenix leaning in, there's not much distance between their faces* Oh...?

Wright: Mmhmm. They're firm... but soft, and warm. *places his hands over hers, stroking them gently* And they know how to be gentle, too. *he nuzzles the side of her nose gently with his own*

Iris: *blushes at his words* Feenie... *she nuzzles in return, but then catches something in the corner of her eye.* ? *turns her head away from him and slowly straightens her legs, leaning over to get a closer look* The irises. *frowns at the browning petals* They're reaching their end already... How odd.

Wright: *shifts to look in that direction--though he's really not all that interested in the flowers, her concern catches his attention* Well, it is pretty chilly... maybe that's why?

Iris: *stands up straight, her eyes still locked on them; she looks more concerned than she should be* Y-yes... that could be it. *falling silent, her gaze shifts to the skies*

Wright: *stands up himself, watching her quietly--he can sense that she's troubled, but doesn't exactly know how to address it. After a moment, he unzips his hoodie and slips out of it, placing the garment over her shoulders. He rubs her arms lightly as he asks:* What is it, Rissie...?

Iris: *his action makes her smile; she turns so she's facing him* Hm? It's nothing. *tilts her head* It's getting chilly, isn't it? I'm used to the cold... you need this more than I do. I don't want you to get sick.

Wright: *chuckles lightly, still keeping his hands on her arms* It's alright--after the last time I came here, I've gotten a bit hardier. And I've still got my hat. *and just as he reaches up to adjust it slightly, a loud peal of thunder rumbles through the air... followed by the rhythmic pattering of the start of heavy rain*

Iris: Oh...! *looks towards a small roofed area with a bench and a trashcan* Over there, Feenie. *takes his hand and tugs him towards there*

Wright: *follows along with her, grabbing up the edge of hisjacket's hood and tugging it over her head so her hair won't be soaked-- the rain is now coming down fast and hard, in sheets. He has to yell slightly as he speaks to her* Does it usually rain this much...? What do you think we should do, Rissie?

Iris: *raising her voice as well, her brows furrowed a bit* The weather can get unpredictable here, but this... is unusual, too. *looks around* Did you say you brought an umbrella?

Wright: *he flushes slightly, despite an attempt not to* Oh...! Uh... I... I misheard you earlier. Sorry. No, I didn't bring one.

Iris: *brings her fingers to her lips in thought* I hope this is a passing shower. I can't show you around town with the weather like this... You might catch a cold. And we don't have long before we have to return to the temple.

Wright: *ponders through his options, and finally-- face red--decides to go ahead with proposing the idea most prominent in his mind* Is there a hotel or bed and breakfast in town...? We could get a room for the night and then see the sights in the morning. It'd save us another two long rides back and forth from the temple.

Iris: *there's no awkwardness or hesitation at all, and she perks up* That's a good idea! I know of at least one inn nearby. Don't worry about the costs -- I'll pay for the room.

Wright: No, that's alright-- I'll pay for it. It was my idea, after all. And... *he stares out into the rain, shifting slightly... but something compels him to turn and look right at her, with an earnest, if embarrassed expression* I'd like it if we could... do something more there, as we wait for the rain to stop, too.

Iris: *with a small smile, she looks back at him with warm, innocent eyes -- she doesn't miss a beat, and it doesn't seem like she has anything in mind* Hm? Is there something on your mind you wanted to talk about?

Wright: *shakes his head--then slowly leans down to her, touching her forehead with his--and then tilting his lower face up, meeting their lips together in a gentle kiss*

Iris: *blinking in confusion at first, she puts a hand on his damp shoulder and kisses back. After a moment she pulls back slightly, blushing*

Wright: *is smiling, seeming more confident, now--he gives her arms a light squeeze* Come on--which way is the hotel?

Iris: *clutching the hoodie closed with her free hand, she leads Phoenix towards the direction of the inn* This way. Let's go quickly!

Wright: *dashes after her--needing no further prompting. He's getting extremely soaked, but seems eager, even cheerful as he splashes his way over*

Iris: *By the time they've reached the inn, the two have gotten quite soaked from the rain. They check in, and enter the room -- it's a nice place that is a fusion of Japanese and western style rooms. There are two parts to it: a tatami room with a small television in the corner and a short table with zabuton cusions, and the bedroom with one queen-sized bed. There are two traditional Japanese robes placed on the bed, to be worn after bathing*

Wright: *removes the hat from his head, wringing it dry in the sink and seeming to spend quite some time examining the pin on it before he moves to the tatami room and places it away on the short table. His hair, dampened, is lying rather haphazardly down around his face, and his t-shirt, completely drenched, is nearly see-through and stuck to his skin*

Wright: *running a hand rather awkwardly through his dampened hair spikes* Would you like to get a shower first, Rissie?

Iris: *does the same with the hoodie after slipping it off. She lays it flat on the table and pushes her wet hair behind her shoulders. Walking up to him, she seems concerned* I had more layers on than you, Feenie. *gives the bottom of his shirt a little tug* You need to get out of these wet clothes and warm yourself with a hot shower. I'll go after you.

Wright: *shakes his head firmly--then sneezes*

Wright: *lightly, with a grin that's part embarrassment, part teasing* Heh, well, we could always shower together...?

Iris: ...! *covering her mouth, she giggles, face flushing a bit* There's no need to rush, is there? *cocking her head as though noticing something, she lightly brushes some of the hair in his face with her fingers and smiles* Your hair... it looks cute like that.

Wright: *chuckling slightly, distracted from his half-joking suggestion* You... like it? *self consciously rubs the back of his head, trying to flick up the spikes*

Iris: I do. *runs her hand through the wet, spiky ends* You prefer to keep it out of your face, I know... but it's nice to see you looking a little different. *withdrawing her hand, she catches her reflection in a mirror on the wall* Maybe I should try a different style, too.

Wright: *places a hand on her shoulder, and gently traces his other one down a side of her hair braids* ...I like your hair just the way it is, Rissie. *it seems like he's going to nuzzle her again, but then he looks away quickly and sneezes again*

Wright: Rissie... would you mind if I took off my shirt? *grins bashfully* It's a little cold...

Iris: Bless you. *faces him again as she pulls off her white arm warmers, blushing at his question* Oh... No, not at all. *bends down to place them on the floor* You need to warm yourself up.

Wright: *stares at her movements, stuttering slightly* I... I do. *is still looking intently at her as he slips his t-shirt up over his head and takes it off*

Iris: *stands up and, still blushing, holds out her hands -- she looks off to the side as she does* H-here. I'll take that for you...

Wright: It's alright. *tosses his shirt off to the side, and takes hold of her arms--a little hurriedly, to be honest. His hands are cool--a little chilly, but firm--and he leans towards her gaze, so she can't look away* Rissie.

Iris: *nervously drawing her fists to her chest, she tenses up, her face reddening when their eyes meet* Y-yes, Feenie?

Wright: *leans in and kisses her slowly, intensely, drawing his arms around her*

Iris: *she's unresponsive at first, but soon begins to reciprocate; however, just when she does, she pulls away to turn her head, her hand pressing gently against his chest* F-Feenie, you're... cold. You... you need to shower, a-and so do I.

Wright: *hesitates--and then cups her cheek, looking earnestly at her although he's quite red as well* *in a serious tone, now* Do you want to shower together...?

Iris: *blinks at him* You... r-really want to... *doesn't finish the sentence*

Wright: *nods, sliding his hand down her arm to clasp her hand and lead her towards the direction of the bathroom*

Iris: A-ah. I-I have a better idea! *clearly nervous as she presents her suggestion, her steps reluctant as she follows him* All we need to do is warm up, s-so... why don't we soak in the tub for a while together instead?

Wright: *halts when they reach the tile floor of the bathroom* That... that sounds good. *and after glancing around in the washroom he lets go of her hand, heading over to the bathtub and plugging it up, turning on the water. As he waits for the water to fill and time passes, Phoenix seems to get increasingly nervous and flushed again. By the time he walks back to her, it takes a moment for him to meet her gaze again* Can I... help you with your clothes, Rissie...?

Iris: *looks down at the floor, bashfully* It's... all right. I can do it myself. *she turns and faces the door, hands folded together in front of her* Please... go in first.

Wright: A... alright. *turning a bit away himself, he takes off his pants and boxers, leaving them on the floor. He tries to appear at least somewhat nonchalant as he slips into the tub and sits on one end, but he's clearly nervous and excited-- keeping a partial eye on the tap to make sure that it doesn't overflow, but seeming much more focused on Iris' figure several feet away*

Iris: *when she hears him enter the tub, still facing the door, she begins to take off her necklace.* Um... C-can you look the other way? Or... close your eyes.

Wright: Oh... *flushes deeply, rubbing his cheek with a wet hand to try and work out the blush* Alright. *and he shuts his eyes* They're closed now.

Iris: *a pleasant tone* Thank you. I'll be right in. *the various layers she wears can be heard hitting the floor as she sheds them*

Wright: *breathes out and is otherwise completely still, his ears focused on every little sound*

Iris: *the sounds are replaced by those of her bare feet walking on the tiled floor, and she carefully steps into the water. It's a large Japanese-style tub that has enough room for two full grown adults, so when she seats herself in front of Phoenix, there's a foot of space between them.* Okay... You can open your eyes now.

Wright: *breathes in when he opens his eyes--- and when he sees her there in the bath, even though he can see nothing more, really, than what he could in those days long ago when she was wearing that simple white and pink dress... he doesn't seem disappointed at all--he's blushing and grinning like an idiot*

Wright: *takes in the sight of her for a long moment... then shifts over--not closing the distance by much, just leaning over slightly* Can I... help you wash your hair, Rissie...?

Iris: *smiles at him shyly* I'll take a proper shower later, Feenie. *explains* I don't bathe to clean myself like people traditionally do here. In my culture, we just... sit. *giggles lightly, then teases* Do you think I need washing?

Wright: N-no, of course not! I just... well... *sighs a little--though it's not discontentedly-- and leans back against the bathtub*

Iris: *she seems a little nervous, but the hot water is helping calm her nerves. She begins to undo the braids in her hair* I'm glad we decided to do this.

Wright: Yeah... me too. *a little dazedly, watching her fingers run through her hair* You look beautiful.

Wright: *after a moment, he breathes in awkwardly again* Are you comfortable, Rissie...? *glances aside a little* Is there anything I can do to... to make you more comfortable...?

Iris: *undoes one braid and moves onto the next* It was a good idea. We don't have to rush back to the temple. And I haven't had breakfast in town in a long time. *sounding calm and content* I'm very comfortable... This water is so relaxing. It's been a long day, for both of us. I spent all morning cleaning all the rooms.

Wright: *shifts a little closer, glancing down at the water for a long moment before looking back up to her* You're not tired, are you...?

Iris: Mm... a little bit. *finishes undoing her braids and combs her fingers through the untangled strands* Do you ever get this? When you're on your feet all day, and you don't feel tired, but once you sit down, you don't feel like getting back up again...

Wright: A... actually... I don't feel that way right now. *fixes her with an earnest, intent look* I... I was wondering... *flushes, but keeps on going* I was wondering if you wanted to do something more... l-like what we were doing before, in the temple.

Iris: *she was smoothing out her hair as he spoke, and when she hears the last part, she pauses for a moment -- she drops her hand, letting a few strands drape over her face, and gives him an intent stare, one he could never top* What we were doing... before?

Wright: *his gaze doesn't falter, though her look makes him tremble to his core* ...What we were doing before, in the guest room of the temple.

Iris: Kissing, you mean?

Wright: W-well... *steels himself* To begin with, yes... *rubs the back of his neck repeatedly*

Iris: And then... *smiles coyly* a "special hug," as Pearl may say now? *stifles a giggle*

Wright: Y-yeah... *grins abashedly* I-if you're up for it...

Iris: I don't see any harm. *closes her eyes and leans back against the tub, no hint of awkwardness in her tone* We always do that, whenever I'm a guest in your apartment.

Wright: ......*leans over, taking hold of her arm* This time... let's not stop.

Iris: *a few beats pass, and her eyes open* F-Feenie. You... *averts her eyes, her face flushed* You always stopped to use the restroom.

Wright: *glances away, himself-- though he doesn't let her go* I... I know. I wasn't sure if you were ready or not. ...Are you, now...?

Iris: ...I-I'm sorry for trying to... kiss you. In the temple. I shouldn't have done it, but... I felt compelled to.

Wright: It's alright... really. But Iris... *his expression turns serious again and he reaches up, cupping her cheek* Are you ready, now...?

Iris: *she's momentarily caught in his gaze before her eyes bashfully flick downwards* Can you... close your eyes for me?

Wright: *nods, letting his hand drop back down into the water and shutting his eyes*

Iris: *the water level lowers, and Iris can be heard leaving the tub. Footsteps indicate she is leaving, and when Phoenix opens his eyes again, she is no longer in the bathroom and a towel is missing*

Wright: *stunned, it takes him a moment to even stammer out her name--for a few seconds his mind swims and then blanks out* I-I-- Iris! *and flailing his limbs, he struggles out of the bathtub hurriedly--nearly slipping in the process, first in the tub itself, and then on the slick tile floor as he heads to the door after her* I'm sorry! I shouldn't have pushed you like that... *groans inwardly, rounding the doorway*

Iris: *when Phoenix finds her, Iris is standing in the bedroom; her towel is on the bed, and she's tying the sash on her robe. When she speaks, she's calm and not upset at all.* Oh, no. I wanted to continue this outside of the-- *turns to face him, and freezes for a split second when she sees him completely nude. Blushing madly, she quickly looks away* Oh..!

Wright: *flushes when he looks down and realizes what it is that is causing her embarrassment* A-ack-- sorry! *lunges towards the bed, grabbing up the other robe-- as damp as he is, he scampers to put it on*

Iris: I-it's okay, Feenie! *turned away and covering her face with one hand* A-as I was saying... I felt we should continue talking... in here.

Wright: Oh... *grinning slightly, clearly relieved* I was wondering why you left so suddenly. *a pause, during which he ties on his robe properly and runs a slow hand through his hair* You... still haven't answered my question, Rissie.

Iris: *puts her hand down and is silent for a few beats* ...I've been waiting for you to ask. *seats herself on the bed and looks down at her hands neatly folded on her lap* Are... you?

Wright: Yes... *it's hard to keep himself from chuckling in relief as he reaches out, running a hand down her hair, brushing it back* Yes, I am.

Iris: ...It's strange. *looks up at him, brows furrowed with concern* I've been waiting all this time, and yet... Now, with us finally alone together, I'm... I'm nervous. Why...?

Wright: *bashfully* Well... it's our first time. And we've both been waiting for a while. *reaches up to gently straighten the crease in her brow* ... I'm nervous, too.

Iris: *smiles shyly* You've never been with anybody else after we parted. I... don't think I ever asked you why.

Wright: *sits down beside her, smiling slightly* I couldn't. I still believed in you, Rissie. The only woman I could think about was you.

Wright: *his eyes light up as he realizes something* That reminds me...

Iris: *blushes harder when he explains* What is it, Feenie?

Wright: The actual present's still at the temple, but... *takes her hands, and kneels on the ground in front of the bed*

Wright: *his voice is dry at first, but he's looking earnestly up at her the whole while*

Wright: How can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eased by night,
But day by night, and night by day, oppress'd?
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me;
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
I tell the day, to please them thou art bright
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer
And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger.

Iris: *when Phoenix kneels to the ground, her look is of confusion... but as he performs the sonnet, her expression softens, all her anxieties melting away. Her eyes study his expressions, and by the time he's finished, there are tears forming in them.* F-Feenie...

Wright: *squeezes her hands lightly, grinning* It was something I read when we were studying Shakespeare at Ivy. ...It reminded me of you, then. And, well, when you got interested in his plays recently, I thought of it again. *he frowns just slightly* Though I guess it's a bit more fitting now...

Iris: *with her head tilted down to look at him, a teardrop lands on his hand when she nods* I... tried to put our relationship behind. I didn't believe we would ever cross paths again, and... I didn't think we should. Not after what I did to you.

Wright: *gets back onto the bed, holding her to him tightly* Please... don't cry, Rissie. There's nothing I want more than to be with you.

Iris: *tries to hold back her tears as she carefully wipes her eyes with a finger* ...That was lovely, Feenie. *softly* ...Thank you.

Wright: *nuzzles the top of her head with his cheek* Mm. Happy early birthday, Rissie.

Iris: *puts her arms around his midsection, leaning into him gently* I love you.

Wright: *his eyes open wide with surprise, both at the words and her touch-- and though he's said it a few times before... this time it's thoughtful, with him understanding the weight of it* I love you too.

Iris: *after a moment, her nerves begin to show through in her voice again* ...U-um. At the temple... You didn't finish answering my question.

Wright: Huh? O-oh...

Iris: *pulling away enough so their eyes can meet* We won't be interrupted this time, so... let me ask you again.

Iris: *slips away from his hold and, with an emphatic stare, she slowly leans back on top of the bed with her elbows propping her up. As she does, she brings her foot on the bed and one knee rises, freeing it from the fabrics of her robe and exposing her leg* How much do you like me...?

Wright: I-- I... I.. *swallows hard, chuckling in his nervousness as his eyes run over her body and then flicker back to her eyes* ... I don't think I have the words for it. More than I can say.... more than I can imagine. *raises his hand--and though it's trembling slightly, he traces it down her side, her waist, her hip... down the curve of her leg as he speaks* ...Let me show you, Rissie.

Iris: *squirms lightly at his touch and grips the bed cover when she feels his skin touch hers* I... would like you to.

Wright: *nods, leaning down next to her and running his hand over her body again with a firmer, surer hand. His fingers stop at her navel as he brings his lips up to hers in an open mouthed kiss*

Iris: *closes her eyes and lays flat against the bed, parting her lips when he kisses her. Hugging his shoulders, her movements are still somewhat chaste, but the more he touches her, the more intense they become*

Wright: *leaning over her, he seems to be further spurred on by her increasingly intense movements. His fingers, though they're a little too eager, a little too nervous, manage to finally untie and loosen her sash. He parts her robes open, his hands finally making contact with the skin underneath. It's foreign-- it's soft, smooth--and he nearly forgets to continue on kissing in the exploratory roaming of his hands*

Iris: *shudders, her breathing becoming heavier. Her hands slowly slide down his back, also exploring and feeling, never having touched this much naked flesh of a man before*

Wright: *pulls back, taking a moment to meet her eyes with his own earnest, happy ones--he's breathing more quickly... his heart is pounding so hard she can feel it--and then he gives her a quick peck on the lips and starts trailing his mouth down to her neck, to her chest... letting her breathing, her gasps guide his movements*