Nakahama

Senshu tilts her head back and lets it slip in, her eyes always on Kisha's.

She smirks in her familiar by now way. A smirk full of confidence and dashing mystery. "Please, do tell me what's the thing that will leave me weak in the knees and weak in general."

"To tonight." She repeats and slowly savors the wine before placing the glass down.

"The tribute, I told you. It was a very hot line." She reaches for the oysters and a small fork. First she picks one and opens it. Then detatches it from the shell. A drop of lemon and she leads it to Kisha's lips ...

The song comes to an end and Senshu grins happily when she bows to the audience and reaches for Haruhi's hand so that they can walk back to the table together. "You were awesome." She will lean in to whisper to her ear if they indeed return together.

Senshu kisses her back and stretches her arms lazily. "Water, please."

"Are you leaving tomorrow?" She asks.

Senshu joins her in laughter mostly as a way to hide her reaction to the shiver that runs down her spine.

She pours wine for both of them and offers one glass to Kisha. "I'm an open book, Kisha chan. The honest Scorpion." She winks. "I might like the idea of paying tribute a bit too much, but that ...

Even under the candle light it is more than evident that something made Senshu fluster. She raises slowly to lean against her elbow.

"Yes, oysters. And wine." She raises an eyebrow inquisitively. "What kind of a tribute did you have in mind?"

"Tachycardia can be a result of catastrophic failure due to the Imperial... weight falling onto me." She says in a theatrically sage tone.

"It is either that or the kisses. My lips are sealed. I'm not saying which it is. You will have to steal the truth away if you want to know."

"I will help you, my brave heroine!" The Bayushi declares pompously while she wraps an arm around Kisha's waist to bring her on top of her own body, the other hand going straight for that bottle that she could easily reach after all.

"Oh wait!" She exclaims as they find themselves laid down ...

Senshu lays back with her and tenderly kisses her again while her fingers trace a path from her jawline down to her neck. "You are so sweet." She murmurs between kisses. "And so hot at the same time."

Their lips part ways and Senshu's travel lower to her neck. "What do you want right now, Sumi chan ...

Ayame would look back at her, seemingly maintaining a neutral expression. She unfortunately didn't have much in the way of Scorpion-wisdom-speak to return anything in kind. In many ways, she more or less made up her mind, but coming to terms with it was a whole other battle entirely.

"Sure ...

"It's okay, honey. I understand. I have been you. Senshu decided it so the whole world will be honored to fall to her feet." She chuckles more joyfully this time. "Mom would be so proud of me right now." She says jokingly and leans towards that bottle of wine without breaking the embrace.

"Oh no ...

She boops her nose. "Here. It is done. Now let's take it easy."

She speaks seriously this time. "I would bet a hundred koku that you came here with a plan and that's what makes you like that right now. Life isn't a checklist of experiences. And I'm certainly not a delivery service. Or a service of ...

Senshuken also sing her part of the lyrics, but truth be told she's mostly focused on the choreography.

When Haruhi 'pushes' her, she sells it. She throws herself into a backwards slide that would get full marks at a dance off or a kabuki stage. One hand flies to her chest. Scandalized, betrayed ...

"I was tipsy and extremely hot and bothered. Not scared, I wouldn't say so. Stressed yes." She keeps holding her. "But it's not like..." She has said it twice already. She's a human. With likes and dislikes and feelings. They are talking about a theoretical scenario and debating what Kisha wants to ...

Senshuken smiles broadly and reaches for the bottle so that she can take a better look at it. "This is so sweet, Sumi chan!" She shifts her body, still grinning and plants a kiss on her lips. "Perhaps even sweeter than you. Let me taste you to test the theory!" She goes for a second, deeper kiss.

"Please keep it. Drink it some other time if only to remember me then." She doesn't go either for the dark joke or the immodest one. Her mood is kinda foul, but she would never deny Sumie something that she likes. So the gift giving rite continues.

Senshu nods and strides in with the swagger of someone who absolutely has practiced this in the mirror. Then she sees Haruhi and freezes for half a beat. A fullbody, oh-no-she’s-hot pause, before snapping back into motion with exaggerated nonchalance.

She pretends to adjust her jacket even though ...

"Hey, hey. It's okay, honey." She rushes to comfort her and leads her closer into a tight embrace. "Being afraid is part of the process." She lays a soft kiss on the top of her head. "It means that you're not ready for any of the little bits and bytes that scare you. And it makes sense not to be and ...

"Huh! Yes, I can be shallow like that." She laughs.

And so another movie they see, more games they play and the night claims them as its own, but this time they are snuggled really close go each other.

(thank you for the thread!)

Ayame frowned at Senshuken's answer, at first, the displeasure wasn't directed at her specifically but rather the realization of how vague she was with her wording. It was perhaps for the best, considering that bringing such issues would be terrible for the celebratory occasion.

"Just ...