[D6, ME] I shall not yield! (Closed)

[Bayushi Senshuken]

Senshuken goes still for a heartbeat. Not frozen, just processing in that rapid, decisive little way that is so her. No overthinking. No spirals. Just a moment of quiet evaluation before she nods once slowly.

“That,” she finally says, “doesn’t sound like a bad form of a relationship at all. Honestly? Nobody has ever presented it to me like that before, so…” A tiny, almost self mocking smile curves on her lips. “…it would actually be my first. But yes. Not bad. There are benefits for sure and I really can’t spot any drawbacks.”

She shifts closer and stretches out beside Ayame, rolling onto her side so she can prop herself up on one elbow. From there her tone softens. It's not romantic, but gently practical. “As for publicity. That’s on you. This is your homeworld, not mine. You’re the one who will be affected by people talking, not me. Think about how much noise you want around you, if any.”

Her fingers trail up, lightly brushing a strand of Ayame’s hair aside before sliding down idly from the curve of her neck toward her collarbone. Then, with a small breath, she meets her eyes. “Now…" The fingertip continues downward in a teasing, absent pattern. “…tell me about that whiplash. Please."

[Yasuki Ayame]

Ayame raised a brow when Senshuken joined her lying on the bed, and she would turn to face her with a pleased fanged smile. The bed had grown increasingly comfortable that she didn't want to prop herself up, but she did move so that she could rest her head on her arm.

"Well, only a drawback if an official marriage enters the equation." She laughed softly at that. "Or jealous other lovers, which is what I meant by drama. Even then, marriage isn't exactly a firm lock, as unspoken traditions go behind closed doors. The latter is just the bigger issue. I choose to be upfront so that there aren't any unexpected surprises later on. I know people tend to prefer 'exclusive'."

She rolled to her back and gave a stretch as she pushed her arms out and straightened her legs before returning to her previous position. "I gueeeeessss, it should be somewhat secret...I know people are going to have massive conniptions about that sort of thing, probably because they thought about it but never did it themselves. Plus, I guess I don't want to send my sister into a coma either with the publicity. Might need a little help on the secret thing. I mean, I'm still going to tell people if it comes up, but I mean keep it looking secret." Ayame smirked once more, her gaze going up and down Senshuken. That was Scorpion territory, right? Well, maybe not exclusively so but she could use the help.

"Oh, the bunker?" She gave her faint smile as she followed her hand for a moment before looking up. "I guess I was referring to my former squad, the 'Thunderous Greatsharks'. We were assigned to a security detail and scouting when it comes to mining operations on Naraku. We worked great together as a well-oiled machine. We were also all in a relationship together, too. Played it pretty loosely when it came to companionship. I probably had at least three relationships going at a time?"

[Bayushi Senshuken]

Senshuken’s fingers continue their slow, teasing path. Not rushed, not forceful just present, slow and maddeningly aware of how Ayame reacts. Her voice stays soft, a little husky from how close they’re lying, but entirely in control.

“That,” she murmurs, “sounds like quite the situation. Fulfilling… fun…” Her thumb makes a lazy circle at the base of Ayame’s throat. “…and obviously sexy.”

She bites her lower lip in that small, thoughtful way she does when an idea forms. “I can keep secrets. And I can act secretively.” Another slow, featherlight stroke down her collarbone. “Leave questions unanswered just for the fun of it… create more questions just for the thrill… answer selectively… leave hints that make everything ten times hotter.”

A tiny pause, her grin widening. “Or,” she continues, “I can do it in the proper, traditional way. Help rebuild your image since some rumors are hitting you hard. A courtly romance. The kind that makes people sigh and speculate.” Her chuckle is warm, playful. “I can manage that, too.”

She leans a little closer, enough that her hair brushes Ayame’s shoulder. “My only price, for now?” Her finger trails at the edges of her dress. Idly. Perhaps. “You set up a game where I get to sneak into your estate and claim you as my own. Or the other way around. I can be accommodating.” The grin is telling of how excited she is at the prospect. “For our next RP session.”

She keeps caressing her, slow and steady, very much enjoying the way Ayame melts into the bed. "Will your sister be against this whole... situation? Does it matter to you if she is?"

[Yasuki Ayame]

"Sexy to a point, I guess," she said with a low chuckle. "There's a bit of back and forth you go between risking your lives and facing death, to getting in the mood. Often situations dictate that it shouldn't be sexy, yet..."

Admittedly, Senshuken's wandering hand is making her feel equal parts tease and edge at the same time, especially wandering to such sensitive areas of defence for a bushi. Her gaze would wander down to her hand momentarily, but she allowed her to continue for now. She deserved to be pampered here and there, the intimacy felt nice.

"Hah? What? The rumours?" she posed curiously, as if she either didn't pay any mind to them or considered the opinions of mortals as an immortal herself. Well, out of character, the latter was still potentially true if not in that exact context. She was the governor at the end of the day, and it wasn't coming down to a vote.

Ayame closed her eyes and found herself purring to the idea, giving a bit of an exaggerated motion of a shiver, as she wasn't quite ready to make up her mind. "Ooooh! I have to admit that both sound really exciting. That said, the latter is a bit unfamiliar ground. Something I'm not used to. This courtly thing. Exciting in a way where you are put in a situation and don't have all the parts. I suppose that would make it actually real, wouldn't it?"

Her gaze looked into her eyes, and her brows went up for a moment in an enticing sort of gesture. "...I might have a few ideas. I might be willing to take a break as a Queen from time to time."

"As for Umiko-chan...I'm not so sure..." she said genuinely on the matter.

[Bayushi Senshuken]

Senshuken keeps caressing her, but now her touch grows even more purposeful. Slow circles, soft strokes, those barely there brushes that make the skin try to anticipate the next one before it lands. She watches Ayame melt into bed with a knowing smile.

“Real or roleplay. Does it matter? We can shape it however we want." She murmurs, her lips close enough that Ayame can feel the warmth of each word. “No pressure. No decisions owed. Just possibilities.” Her fingertips skim along the inside of Ayame’s arm. Light, teasing, claiming.

“You speak of danger and desire as if they cancel each other out.” Senshuken whispers. “I grew up in a world where danger is the constant and desire is the reward for surviving it.” Her voice drops to a purr. “A governor’s daughter, myself, in a place far more vicious than any battlefield. So trust me I know exactly why you don’t want your heart and mind held by anyone's expectations. I don't want that either for neither of us. What the others don't understand in such an arrangement, I cherish. What the others will judge is what draws me closer."

Her hand glides lower, slower, lingering where a bushi’s defenses tend to tighten. Except Ayame’s aren’t tightening. They’re yielding for now.

“And the role playing between us?” Senshuken chuckles softly, biting her own lip as if reliving it. “Kami, the rp shattered my mind. Blew straight through me like a war rocket. And I’m still feeling the aftershocks.”

She shifts closer, letting her thigh graze Ayame’s with a soft like silk, intentional slide. “In private?” Senshuken’s voice turns even lower, her touch nearly scandalous in its softness. “I want to make you feel so good that you forget where the role ends and reality begins.”

Her fingers trace a path that is unmistakably sensual. “In public…” she whispers against her cheek, “…we can be dangerous, provocative and make another game out of it. Or... Subtle. Invisible even.”

Then her palm settles warm against Ayame’s waist, anchoring her. “But right here, right now?” Her smile is slow and hungry.
“This is the part we're best at and we both know it.”

[Yasuki Ayame]

"Sorry, I made the mistake of talking about this as if you were one of the more well-adjusted 'normals' when it comes to danger and desire, thrills and arousal in many cases." She grinned widely with her fangs, as they both shared a bed, dressed as their characters.

The sweet and saucy words certainly had quite an effect in stirring Ayame's desires, even more so as Senshuken got closer with her breath and her touch becoming increasingly bolder. When she felt her hand near her waist, that's where she had to draw the line. At the very least, she didn't want to be held down so easily. She would put her hand around Senshuken's wrist to stop her. It was her turn to take the reins, at least for now.

She would rise from her lounging position in bed and assert herself on top of Senshuken with both hands on her shoulder, maybe much like a Queen who was taking rightfully what was hers from her subject. "No more games, let's do what we're best at. I hunger, and I will be sated..."

/fade to black