Dank Darkwick - I didn’t leave that.

walks up to Tohmas door to retrieve her necklace she left in her boyfriend’s room. She is unsure if he’s there yet so she knocks and waits getting her phone out just in case she needs to text him. @mis

He opens the door and brightens upon seeing his guest is Mairo. "Look at you, so prompt. Please, come in." He kisses her cheek and holds the door for her.

she smiles happily pitting her phone away and walks in. Very happy to receive the kiss she waits for the door to shut to give him one back “Thank you, I try to be.” she bends down and starts to remover her shoes

He's quick to kneel but keeps a respectable distance. "May I?" He gestures toward her shoes.

“s-sure” she blushes a bit, but was never gonna say no to him doing this kinda stuff for her. She also gave up trying to tell him, he didn’t have to because it went nowhere and he insisted he liked doing it. It didn’t mean she wouldn’t get embarrassed a bit still by it.

He gently helps remove her shoes and sets them neatly by the door. He stands and places a quick kiss to her cheek before retrieving a medium-sized white box and handing it to her. The box contains the necklace she left but it's cushioned by.... an elegant lavender negligee. "I wanted to be sure the necklace didn't get lost, so I hope you don't mind, I took the liberty of wrapping it for ... safekeeping."

stares at the box for a moment knowing what is in it but still not sure what to expect as she undoes the ribbon and opens it her choker is on top of periwinkle tissue paper as she picks up her necklace she moves aside the paper to reveal the wisteria coloured negligee. She can see lace and sheer silk. “You weren’t joking about it being Hotarubi purple it’s spot on.” her face is red as she tries to joke to cover up some of her embarrassment but she was also excited to put it on for him she looks at at him watching her reaction and knows he’s enjoying every second of it. “You want me to try it on right now don’t you?” (edited)

He loves the way her pretty face flushes when she's flustered. He also knows he's in for some flustering of his own if she does actually try on the garment now.* "I did my best to colour match. I'd be pleased to see if it fits, but I can also be quite patient if now isn't the best time. I'll leave it up to you." Though his imagination has started to get away from him....

she sees how he looks at her when he says it’s up to her, though he does try to hide it but that look that he always try’s to hide behind his simple calm smile doesn’t fool her. “Wait one moment, I have no where else to be…I just hope you don’t either.” she puts her bag down and takes the package into his bathroom shutting the door

He watches as she shuts the door behind her, smirking all the while. Sure, he'd hoped she wouldn't wait to try it out, but to go immediately? Quite a treat. "I've cleared my whole afternoon... just in case." He says to himself, glancing about the room as if to check for anything that might be out of place. He finds nothing, of course. Nothing is ever out of place in his room. Especially not when he knows Mairo will be coming over.

she enters the bathroom shutting the door she opens the box again looking at the purple lace. Pulling out the negligée it was two pieces the top which was Lacey and flowy and a lacy strapy panty piece. Eyeing both parts she gets to work taking cloths off and putting not quite as much clothing back on. she finishes and looks at herself mirror, a deep blush spreads over her face looking at what he had chosen and well damn. she looked good in it, but this was so much more then she expected the way the lace snugged perfectly over her chest the ribbon bits outlining her already very prominent cleavage. The lace fitting down to mid waist the flowing piece of a chunk of chiffon that stops just below her crotch creating two slits on each side where her hip and the strap of the underwear could be seen. On each side of the two slits is another piece of chiffon that barely covered the roundness of her bottom. “Check if it fits…yeah right... he knew I wasn’t getting out of here a live…. I swear his subtleness is dog shit.” she mumbles and puts on her choker wondering if it would add to the outfit. she decides it does and takes a deep breath opening the bathroom door and see him turned away she leans on the door arms crossed self conscious a bit of how it looked on her “Well is this what you fantasize about when I’m not here?”

He can't help himself. She's such a vision in lavender. Nothing quite comes close to the beautiful shade of her hair, but he takes a bit of pride in knowing he had gotten pretty damn well close. His lips part and his hand comes up to rest under his chin, a gloved finger slipping between his teeth to bite like a similar bad habit. He lets his eyes wander from curve to curve, appreciating the time Mairo took to affix every bow and strap and ribbon just so. His only regret now was not buying two. This ensemble surely wouldn't last the afternoon if he had anything to say about it. Leaving her choker on was a nice touch. A good reminder to him of the nature and fortitude of the woman before him. Finally, after letting the sultry silence settle, he speaks. "I have had a fantasy or two that starts like this. But the real thing is far superior." He stands and crosses the room over to her. "Was it too much? I hope I'm not overstepping."

she sees his reaction and a small smile gracing her lips as she watches his brain slowly combust a light blush dusting over his cheeks as he drank in the image she provided. as he walks over to her asking such a question she looks a bit confused. “It’s definitely not too much, um if you think this what would look good on me…and let’s face it, it kinda does.” Mairo stops leaning to look herself over where she stood before she looked back to him. “But overstepping Why would you be overstepping? You bought your girlfriend lingerie, like so many people do for their partners daily. plus I agreed to try it on if I thought it was ‘to much’ or you ‘were overstepping’ I would of said something earlier or just not tried it on.” he was in her space now as she looks him once over noticing the way he shifted

He breathes out a soft laugh, more from relief than amusement, and lowers his gaze momentarily before meeting hers again with warmth that lingers behind his lashes. “You always say the right thing, you know that?” He lifts a hand, brushing his knuckles gently along her bare arm, careful not to disturb the delicate lines of the negligee. “I suppose I worry because… you matter to me. I don’t ever want to push you, or make you feel like you’re something to be dressed up and shown off.” A pause. Then a playful tilt of his lips. “But if you do feel like being shown off—privately, of course—I’d be the luckiest ghoul alive.” His hand drops to take hers gently. “Would you stay a while? Let me admire you a bit longer… before we inevitably end up tangled in less presentable ways.”

she smiles softly at him. The way he looked at her and how he words send a surge of happiness through her. “really how lucky am I to have a man i loved look at me like this?” A soft blush stays on her face looking at him as she lift the hand the held hers now up to her lips kissing his knuckles and then nuzzling his hand to her cheek. “I would dress up for you any day Toh; in privet of course.” she gives him small playful laugh and smile “But of course I can stay a while…do you want me to just sit or lay down? You can manoeuvre me as you want love. You can admire me for as long as you need.” she tilts her head still with his hand to her cheek. Looking up at him giving him a reassuring smile.

He watches her with a kind of reverence, as though committing every smile, every blush, every word to memory. When she kisses his hand, his fingers curl slightly, as if they want to stay there forever—tucked against her cheek. “You always say things that make me fall harder than I thought possible.” His thumb brushes across her cheekbone with featherlight affection, voice lowering just a little. “Privately dressed, privately adored… what a beautiful arrangement.” Tohma leans in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then her temple, letting his lips linger for a moment as if absorbing her warmth. “As for where to admire you… mm.” He considers with a faint smile. “The chaise by the window has the best light. You’ll be radiant there—and I want to see you, truly see you.” He releases her hand only to guide her gently across the room, fingers resting lightly on her back, respectful and yet clearly savoring the closeness.

she blushes a bit deeper with the kiss on her forehead but her smile grows wider at his affection towards her. “And you always know how to make me feel special.” She is guided to chaise and sits then puts her feet up get ready to lounge on it as she keeps her eyes on his face. “If I’m like this what are you gonna do?” Mairo asks getting comfortable on the lounge.

He watches her settle onto the chaise, utterly transfixed. The way she moves, the way the lavender flows around her frame—it’s art, and he’s the most privileged observer in the world. When she asks her question, there’s the faintest lift of his brow, his smirk both fond and teasing. “What am I going to do…?” He repeats, voice dipped in soft amusement as he walks toward her slowly. Once close, he kneels beside the chaise, one hand bracing lightly on the cushion beside her. The other rises to gently brush her hair back from her face, and then—He leans in and kisses her. Tender, warm, deliberate. A kiss meant to say that she is adored. His lips linger just a moment longer than expected before parting from hers. “What I’m going to do,” he whispers against her lips, “is everything in my power to make sure you never forget just how deeply I love you.” Then, another soft kiss, this one to her jaw as his hand rests lightly against her waist. “Starting with this moment… and every one that follows.”

she watches him kneel in front of her, as he brush she doesn’t have time to react as he kisses her and she feels her heart flutter with joy. As he leans back say his words her face is flushed with anticipation for what’s next. “Oh…?” is all she manages as he kisses down her jaw. she brings her hand up to his face caressing his cheek with her thumb as she then drags her fingers down his jaw she has a coy smile on her face “Well I look forward to your efforts.” she leans in and kisses his lips in a slow sensual way, then pulls back “But know everyday you’re in my life is proof enough.”

He closes his eyes at her touch, savoring the way her fingers trace along his jaw. Her kiss leaves him breathless, but it’s her words—soft, sincere—that strike deepest. He exhales slowly, as if her love itself has settled over him like a breeze. “You humble me, Mairo.” His voice is quiet now, reverent, as he brings his forehead gently to rest against hers. “But I’ll still give you more. Always.” He kisses her again—slower this time, deeper, one hand cupping her cheek, the other slipping to her waist with steady tenderness. When he pulls back, it’s only by a breath. “Let me show you what forever looks like… one moment at a time.”

Mairo smiles at his words and lays down on the chaise her hair sprawled out on the arm and cushion as she giggle softly while looking up at him. “Well then I’m waiting.”

He stands just enough to lean over her, one hand braced on the back of the chaise while the other drifts lightly from her waist to her thigh, trailing the edge of the chiffon fabric with featherlight precision. He drinks her in for a long, deliberate moment—her lavender silk, her flushed cheeks, the way her hair spills like a halo beneath her. “You’re breathtaking like this…” he murmurs, voice lower now, almost velvet. He leans down to kiss her again, slower than before—this one meant to draw sighs and set nerves alight. He lingers, letting his nose brush hers as he speaks against her lips. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?” His hand strokes upward again, not rushed, just reverent. “Let me give you what you’re waiting for…”

“you damn tease.” she brings her hand up to his left side of his head around his ear and unattached the chain to his eyewear before sliding it off placing it off to a side table near her. “Hmm that’s better…” she starts to undo his tie and undo some buttons slowly not looking at her task but at him.

He watches her through half-lidded eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching in an amused, hungry smile as she removes his monocle. There’s something intimate about the act—like she’s stripping away the last bit of distance between them. “You do that so confidently,” he murmurs, letting his hands rest against her hips, not moving yet—just feeling the warmth of her beneath silk. “Makes me wonder how many times you’ve imagined this.” As she works on his buttons, his eyes stay transfixed on her face. He doesn’t need to look—he can feel the heat building between them, the promise in her touch. He dips in, kissing her jaw, then the soft spot just below her ear, voice brushing her skin like velvet. “Tell me, love… am I living up to the fantasy?”

“I- I don’t know what you mean….” one word she would use right now to describe how she truly felt right now was flustered. Her redden cheeks proof that his words caught her off guard. She couldn’t help it if she examined the attachment part whenever she could when around him. to see how to get it off, he always removed it himself when they been together so she wanted to try and well maybe she was to through in her abilities. “Y-you always live up to the fantasy.” she finished unbuttoning his vest. And brings her hand up to her face to cover embarrassment the best she could turning her head a bit to the side. When he was this particular mood she always got so much more flustered then other times. The teasing always got to her even before they were a couple. “I don’t think I need to ask if I am?”

He chuckles softly, the sound low and warm as he watches her hide her face. It’s hopelessly endearing—the way she tries to retreat just as he’s pulling her deeper in. “You don’t need to ask,” he murmurs, brushing her hand aside gently so he can see her blush again, thumb tracing the corner of her lip like it’s a secret only he’s allowed to know. “Because if I started listing everything I adore about you—” he leans in, brushing his lips along her cheek “—we wouldn’t leave this chaise until tomorrow.” His fingers ease over her hand, then back down her waist to slip beneath the edge of the silk with slow precision, just enough to make her catch her breath. “You undo me, Mairo. Completely. And I rather like it.”

she lets him move her hand and looks back at him. “Only till tomorrow?” she smiles a bit still blushing like crazy and she giggles a bit getting nervous the more he hovers over her letting his finger roam all over her. * *she notices where his hand goes and she swallows licking her lips because they felt dry more so then anything. “Well that’s good isn’t it?”

He watches her closely—how her breath shifts, how her lips part. She’s blushing, giggling, nervous… and absolutely irresistible. “It’s better than good,” he murmurs, voice like silk against her ear. “It’s you.” He leans in and kisses her again—not rushed, but deeper this time, pouring all that affection he’s so good at hiding behind wit into the way his mouth moves over hers. His hand stays gentle where it rests on her thigh, anchoring her in the moment, never pushing. When he pulls back, just a fraction, his forehead rests against hers. “You don’t have to be nervous. I’m not in any rush… unless you’re asking me to be.” His smile softens as he brushes a lock of hair from her face. “Whatever you want tonight… I’ll follow your lead.”

she looks him in the eyes and can tell he was holding back a bit for her. She did believe Tohma when he said he wanted to admire her in the negligee but the more they danced around each others words. the more she could see him wanting more, and more as they go back and forth. “you irresistible man.….” she brings her arms around his neck pulling him to kiss his lips firmly her eyes shut as she kisses him deeply her tongue shyly asking for entrance. One of her hands start to lace up into his ash blonde locks as she leans up a bit from her seat to be closer to him. she pulls back a second her eyes open a bit glazed over with lust that he could only get out of her. Before she goes into kiss him again.

The second her arms wrap around his neck and her lips meet his, whatever fragile boundary he’d been holding starts to dissolve. He groans softly against her mouth—not from surprise, but from how natural it feels to be wanted like this by her. His hands slide around her waist, steadying her as she leans in, his heart thudding harder with each second. When her tongue brushes against his lips, he doesn’t hesitate—he parts them and meets her kiss with reverence and heat, drawing her in like she’s the only thing that exists. One hand slips up her back, fingers splayed between her shoulder blades, the other drifting lower, cupping just beneath the edge of the chiffon. She pulls back for air, and he’s left staring at her like she’s the only star in the night sky. Her lips are kiss-bruised, her eyes hazy, and she’s so damn beautiful it hurts. Murmuring her name like a promise, he leans in and kisses her again—deeper this time, needier. No teasing now, no dancing around it. Just him, utterly undone by her. “You always know exactly what you do to me, don’t you?”

“You know the same goes for you right?” she says breathlessly with a coy smile. “But I have to say I do love it when you want to “admire” me like this.” she leans up kissing him again her hand sliding to the front to undo a few buttons down on his shirt so she can sneak her hand into to it feeling his skin underneath it; feeling his heart beat. she grins a bit as she deepens the kiss with happy noise coming up from her throat.

Her words make him smile—god, that smile—but it’s the kiss and the touch beneath his shirt that really steals the air from his lungs. Her hand against his chest, right over his heartbeat, and that little sound she makes as she deepens the kiss? That’s it. That’s his undoing. He kisses her like he’s making a vow—slow at first, savoring her every breath, then hungrier, matching the way her hand explores him. His own hands glide along her waist, up her back, tracing every curve through the delicate fabric he’d chosen for her. He’d meant it as a gift, but seeing her in it now, kissing him like this, he knows it’s a gift to himself too. "You always make it impossible to pace myself," he murmurs into her mouth between kisses, his voice ragged with affection and restraint. He gently eases her down to recline more fully on the chaise, never breaking the kiss, his hand now cradling the back of her head while the other trails along her thigh, just beneath the slit of the chiffon. He still treats her like something rare and precious—but now, there’s a hunger in the way he touches her too. Like he’s waited long enough. "You’re so damn easy to worship when you’re like this…"

Mairo shivers as she feels his hand and decides to work on the buttons of his shirt more as she lifts her hips a bit to his. “…And why would you want to pace yourself love? You know I love it when you lose control” she leans up to his ear and smirks into a seductive smile “plus you know I can take it…” her breath is hot on his ear as she nibbles a bit on the lobe before pulling back her teasing grin seductive look boring into him. “All of it”

Her breath at his ear, her words—those wicked, knowing words—send a shiver straight down his spine. His control, always so finely polished and held in place, cracks clean through the center like ice under too much pressure. He lets out a low, sharp exhale as her teeth graze his earlobe, and when she pulls back to meet his eyes, she finds his expression completely changed. Still tender, still Tohma—but now starving for her. "You are dangerous," he says, voice hoarse, his forehead resting to hers for a moment as he breathes her in. "And I’m a fool for thinking I could ever take my time with you." His mouth finds hers again, harder this time—needy, possessive. His hands slide up her thighs and under the lavender silk, palms wide, claiming every inch of her as she lifts her hips to him. He groans into her mouth as her fingers undo the last buttons of his shirt and spread the fabric apart, exposing his chest to the cool air—and her hands. When they break the kiss, it’s only because he has to look at her. His gaze rakes over her, flushed and radiant, and then drops to her lips as he speaks again. "Tell me what you want, Mairo," he says, kissing her neck between every word. "Whisper it, moan it, beg it—I'll give you everything."

she smiles softly in pure happiness as one of her hand go into his hair griping the ash blonde locks as he trails down her neck. “All I want is you Tohma, I want your everything. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” her eyes glaze over with a giddiness, as she knows she will never let him go. she moves with his body arching against him. “Give me everything you have…please Tohma, and I’ll give you everything I have.” she tugs his hair to come back up to kiss him hard and heavy as she feels his hands exploring more as she moans a bit into his mouth.

That plea—please Tohma—spoke straight to something primal in him. And when she tugged his hair, dragging him back up into that kiss, he went willingly. No restraint now. Just need. Just her. He kisses her like a man finally letting himself fall. It's all lips and tongue and breath, his chest pressing flush against hers, the warmth of her body underneath him like gravity itself. Her moan into his mouth drives a tremor through him, and his hips roll against hers without thinking, without asking—just feeling. His hands wander now, no longer tentative, one slipping beneath her to cradle her lower back as the other pushes the lavender silk higher up her thighs, baring her inch by inch, worshipping the view with reverent fingers and slow, hungry touches. "You have me," he breathes against her lips, voice low and trembling with how badly he means it. "You’ve always had me." He kisses her again—slow and deep, as if to memorize the shape of her mouth. Then down her jaw. Her throat. The line of her collarbone, where he pauses to murmur, "And I’ll give you all of me… every last bit. Over and over, until you're breathless." Then he slides down between her thighs, trailing kisses along her inner leg, lips brushing against soft skin just beside her lace straps. He looks up, eyes dark and filled with worship and heat.