[D4 LE] A Visitor (Hideo's Yurt) [Closed]

[Ide Amaya]

That's when she moved to push the fabric higher, just one last time. The was a long scratch along the outside of his lean thigh, reaching almost to his hip. And this was possibly the only saving grace, as she was peeling away the left side of the kimono, baring that flank from ankle to shoulder, but the inner wrap - the right half of the kimono - was undisturbed, and it might not have been so if the cuts had gone towards the groin instead of outwards to the hip.

[Seppun Hideo]

Hideo however, wasn't aware of this. He couldn't see where she was going other than further up and his breath caught in his throat. He kept deadly still, hoping that nothing, sword or otherwise, would catch her attention when she was that close to it.

[Ide Amaya]

She gently bathed the wound, and sat back to rinse the scrap of cloth. She could see now, from this vantage, that the man before her had been laid almost bare. Completely uncovered apart from a puddle of gathered silk that pooled in his groin, spreading out and down to his right hip and knee. He is incredible, and she was caught in a long moment spent admiring his body, unwittingly on display for her. Her eyes travelled up from the knee, along the lean thigh, and it smoothly joined his hip, to his waist, to then gradually widen to his pectoral muscles. And above that, his collarbones, and above that his throat seemed oddly tight...

[Seppun Hideo]

Hideo noticed that Amaya had stopped, watching her as she looked over him, a little flustered. "Amaya-chan?" he said quietly.

[Ide Amaya]

His voice broke whatever -- ride for an afternoon -- spell that had seemingly come over her, jolting her back to action. She took up the balm and showed it to him as if that explained the pause in her treatment, "yes, Hideo-San?"

[Seppun Hideo]

Hideo smiled, and shook his head. "It's nothing. My apologies for disrupting you."

Maybe she hasn't noticed

[Ide Amaya]

She turned back to his ankle and began to apply the balm. Many of the cuts and scratches along his leg where deeper, the weasels seeking purchase, claws ripping through silk and flesh as they scrabbled upwards. "Are you quite sure? You know you can say anything to me."

[Seppun Hideo]

He winced slightly at the deeper cuts being balmed. They looked quite nasty. "Ah...it's ok. Those wounds seem quite bad."

[Ide Amaya]

"Nothing that won't heal, though I think you should ask one of the medics to look again at them tomorrow. I took tea earlier with a medic from the Scorpion clan. He aided Khulun-San after the encounter with-" her voice dropped even though the rain still drummed overhead without any sign of ceasing "-the oni."

[Seppun Hideo]

"I will consider approaching one of my kin to have the wounds looked at, or this...scorpion" he winced again slightly "do they look as bad as they feel?"

He shuffled a little, but after a few moments stopped moving. "My apologies for moving."

[Ide Amaya]

A smile touched her lips, "you don't need to apologise, I'd like you to be comfortable." Though she wondered if it was the antiseptic in his cuts, or the thought of a Scorpion ministering to him that had really twisted his tone. Her touch was deft and light and she had soon tended to the tears and abrasions.

"Stay," she said gently, "I'm going to move to the other side and clean your other leg. Then we will be done."

[Seppun Hideo]

"I'm comfortable. Thank you for this Amaya-chan" Hideo said quietly, nodding and keeping still. This might be more awkward, but so far she hadn't noticed.

This will require more moving though...

[Ide Amaya]

Gathering the excess fabric of the robe Hideo had loaned her, she moved to his right side to begin again at the ankle. But this time, as she reached his knee, it began to dawn on her that she was about to run into something of a problem. To attend his thigh and hip, she would need to move the remaining fabric that was draped over his body.

Then he will have nothing on, she observed, rather stupidly. It hadn't actually occured to her that he would be more than simply unclothed, but if it had, she might not have done what she did next.

Reaching across the Imperial, she took up the left side of his kimono. She pulled it across and let it settle over the lower half of his body like a blanket, nudging it back from the limb she was working on so the fabric draped between his legs. And then she took the right side of the kimono and... slowly... she began to draw the silk fabric from beneath the layer she had just draped over him.

She was trying to be careful, she thought if she jerked too quickly, the movement may allow the soft fabric to flutter away in both directions. And so it was carefully that she drew that fabric, that soft silk, across his groin and hip.

[Seppun Hideo]

Hideo was trying to watch what Amaya was doing, his breath catching again as she moved to his side and disrupted his view a little. He could feel her moving his kimono again. Pulling it up. He bit his lip, and his breath caught in his throat. There was a small shudder as more flesh was revealed, and he watched as much as he could. Should I say something? Is it too late? I wonder how she will react...

[Ide Amaya]

It hadn't been too late, but very soon it was. As the right side of the kimono finally pulled free, the left, which lacked the bunching and puddling that had occured on the right, settled smoothly against his body. The fabric, with nothing else beneath to help conceal his form, outlined everything. She froze as several thoughts collided violently in the center of her brain.