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_{[There goes her drink. While its fate was to end up cold she could, thankfully, warm it up later in the microwave. Right now she's more or less forgotten it once it's taken from her. Tsurugi, is, as usual, right front and center when it comes to her attention.

Back she goes on the couch, her dress peeled off her easily as she positions herself under him. They've done this song and dance thousands of times now and yet it never gets boring. Wherever Tsurugi's hands decide to go she's always eager to have them on her. There's a breathy gasp out of her as he kisses her, his finger already soaked from how wet she's become. If anything it just makes her greedy. As he rocks against her she lifts her hips eagerly, arms wrapping around his neck.]}