I think if I wanted to just sleep with you, I probably could have found an easier way.
[Tohsaka knows she's not ugly. Her petite body has its assets even if she's a bit of a disappointment up top. Her image wasn't crafted for a place like this — instead she grew up modest and alluring. Something ideal and up on a pedestal without being too raunchy or base. She was desirable in the way one might want to covet a jewel rather than lusted after like one might crave an unhealthy food. She's quite certain if he's willing then she could have just asked.
Only on her end she cannot just ask. Everything must be a game or a challenge or some kind of transaction. The trade of one thing for another. In a contest of mental gymnastics, Rin would probably be considered an Olympian.]
You know, that's an awfully accusatory thing to say to someone who finds it easy to work with you.
[Hell, maybe in time she'll be able to say she enjoys working with him. As is, he has her wrist firmly in the grip of his hand. It makes Rin uses her free one to hold his cheek and guide his face. Angling him in a way she can easily lean in and press a kiss just off from his lips. The small beauty mark just above his jaw serves as a target of her physical advance so she can slowly pepper her way to the corner of Shigaraki's mouth.
Meanwhile her free hand falls from his face (because she's allowing him to keep the wrist he had claimed) and Rin reaches down to his waistband. Gentle fingers exploring what obstacles she may have to tackle before they're able to free him from the tension straining Tomura's muscles.]
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[Tohsaka knows she's not ugly. Her petite body has its assets even if she's a bit of a disappointment up top. Her image wasn't crafted for a place like this — instead she grew up modest and alluring. Something ideal and up on a pedestal without being too raunchy or base. She was desirable in the way one might want to covet a jewel rather than lusted after like one might crave an unhealthy food. She's quite certain if he's willing then she could have just asked.
Only on her end she cannot just ask. Everything must be a game or a challenge or some kind of transaction. The trade of one thing for another. In a contest of mental gymnastics, Rin would probably be considered an Olympian.]
You know, that's an awfully accusatory thing to say to someone who finds it easy to work with you.
[Hell, maybe in time she'll be able to say she enjoys working with him. As is, he has her wrist firmly in the grip of his hand. It makes Rin uses her free one to hold his cheek and guide his face. Angling him in a way she can easily lean in and press a kiss just off from his lips. The small beauty mark just above his jaw serves as a target of her physical advance so she can slowly pepper her way to the corner of Shigaraki's mouth.
Meanwhile her free hand falls from his face (because she's allowing him to keep the wrist he had claimed) and Rin reaches down to his waistband. Gentle fingers exploring what obstacles she may have to tackle before they're able to free him from the tension straining Tomura's muscles.]