After a Duet (Day 7, LE, Yuki's Yurt)

[Moto Butaj]

Of course! Is this not why he has brought kumis after all? Doing without thinking on her request has prolonged her torment! Guilty for not knowing her spiciness tolerance, he jumps to the skin and kneels by her, bringing the liquid to her lips. "This will help!"

[Asako Yuki]

Yuki took the skin and frowned a little. Kumis wasn't a favorite of hers, but if Butaj said it would help... Yuki lifted the skin and drank some of the kumis. She coughed a bit at the burn and the taste, but found that it did help, and so she lifted the skin again and continued to drink, thus partaking in far more kumis in under a minute than she had in her entire life, while also on a mostly empty stomach.

Finally, she lowered the bag and covered her mouth with her sleeve as she burped. "Oh, arigato and excuse me, Butaj." She giggled a bit, and covered her mouth before she burped again and handed him back the skin.

[Moto Butaj]

Butaj smirks, and puts it away, but not before taking a swig himself. "Butaj is sorry. He should have been more careful with spices. It looks like Butaj put too much condiment into pilav." He takes her hand. "Is it better now?"

[Asako Yuki]

"It's ok. I said I would be fine." Yuki smiled a little dreamily. "No one's fault. The kumis helped though. A lot, and the food was good." Yuki gently squeezed Butaj's hand again, running her thumb in small circles on his hand.

[Moto Butaj]

He lets her, keeping his hand where it was comfortable for her to draw on it. With the other he does what he intended to do, takes a strand of her hair and moves it past her ear while looking into her eyes. His own smile is a little dreamy too, as it has been since their afternoon. "Butaj is glad then... And your song, it was lovely. It helped Butaj's head realise what his heart has already known."

[Asako Yuki]

Yuki leans her head against Butaj's hand as he brings the loose strand past her ear. She blushed a little at the song. "Hai, I had hoped you would." She bit her lower lip gently. "Even though, I guess we still don't know. I- I hope that I end up with... well..." She shook her head a bit to clear it. "I do love you."

[Moto Butaj]

"Butaj loves you too and wants you to be his wife." The words flow immediately and with conviction because they have been on the tip of his tongue. "It's all clear when our hearts speak." He leans in for a gentle kiss that would put a seal over their words of commitment. His heart thumps, and he can't stop smiling.

[Asako Yuki]

Yuki collapses into the kiss with an eagerness that Butaj had perhaps not expected. Between her own desires, and the growing effects of the hashish and kumis reducing her inhibitions, Yuki showed far more enthusiasm than talent, her hand moving up to gently touch Butaj's chest.

[Moto Butaj]

Butaj is surprised by the enthusiasm before he realises this must be her pent-up emotion without the usual dam kumis has washed away. He doesn't want it to end but a spectre of Hirase hangs over his shoulder reminding him of restraint so he draws some lines in his mind they should not be crossing tonight. But between this and those lines...



He closes his eyes and tastes her lips in full, the lingering aroma of pilav spices, kumis, and the sweetness underneath it all... For a time, he decides to walk the fine line between responsiveness and resistance as various parts of Butaj weigh in with their own ways to tip the balance but his arms know better than to leave her waist without embrace.

[Asako Yuki]

Yuki's hands slide up around Butaj's neck as he embraces her, letting instinct take over for lack of experience. Continuing to enjoy the little sensations of the kiss. She wanted more, though, she wanted him. Everything of the past few days had ignited a spark that refused to be quenched. Yuki pressed herself closer against Butaj, letting out a passionate, needy, little moan.

[Moto Butaj]

Butaj shivers from the excitement and desire he absorbs and before he knows it her responds in kind, pulling her tighter toward himself, having their bodies pressing against one another with intensity that brooks no return to separateness. A voice in Butaj's head, his own voice pledging things, commands him to get the situation under control. And how to do it without taking over control? With a spin he rolls them onto furs ensuring that he will be on top, pinning her down with his kiss and using his freed hands to catch hers and do likewise. Taking over the initiative feels like a really good idea. It's a feel-good idea. A truly excellent one.

[Asako Yuki]

Yuki lets out a little yelp of surprise and then a loud giggle as she squirmed against Butaj's grasp, obviously with little intent to escape him just yet. Though she was starting to feel hot, without her hands to loosen her clothes she knew of no alternative. Rather than get too caught up in that, she decided to simply enjoy the kiss once again.

The squirming Phoenix shifted the furs, uncovering a few sheets of papers with what looked like anatomical figures as well as a pillowbook.

[Moto Butaj]

Butaj pulls out from the kiss to give them a little breath and looks into her eyes with boundless fondness, his body getting evidently excited and no less hot than hers as he holds her under him. He direly wants to say something out of his speech pattern and wrestles his mental conditioning to do it. "B... I love you, Yuki!" He exclaims, putting much emotion in the confession, trying to outpace his desire to make a more intimate one. But his body betrays him in this regard and sends its own extra-verbal message, making him to abruptly pull his hips away in his struggle to be true to his word despite his feelings aligning behind stepping their closeness up. When the drawings come into his peripheral because of a changed angle he is caught completely off-guard and reacts instinctively by craning his neck and squinting eyes to check whether it is what it seems to be... and her squirming trips him over, sending him into rolling that somehow ends with her being on top, his hands held by her, and a drawing comparing well to their current position just above Butaj's head!

[Asako Yuki]

Yuki's eyes are a little hazy, her pupils just a little too large, a common sign that someone is under the influence. His exclamation drives her to try to start the kiss anew, which is more than enough to help her flip Butaj over. Yuki leans up once she's in control and looks down on Butaj with a seductive smirk, her kimono having slipped enough to reveal one of her shoulders in her squirming. Her eyes follow Butaj's to the drawings and her blush begins to grow down her neck, disappearing below her clothes.

"Butaj, I... I want to." She paused, nibbling a little at her lower lip. "I want to prove how much I love you." With that she released his hands, her hands now sliding down towards his belt.

[Moto Butaj]

Her confession holds his breath halfway as his whole body tenses further over what she seems to be determined to happen. Wide-eyed, he looks deeply into hers and connects the dots why it is so. He wouldn't suspect kumis to go this fast into anyone's head but there is no doubt that it have. At the same time Butaj gets drunk with her honest, fervent desire himself, almost unable to think clearly. The weight of her body and her progressively sleeping garment are the kind of mathematics Butaj can do without an abacus, and he can even approximate forces it is likely to unleash if he allows it to continue. And yet, those words... the confession of the purest kind, it appeals straight to his soul.

"Yuki, Butaj... I... Butaj... I want you. To be with you!" Damned if he does and damned if he doesn't, he tries to find a third way. Some of his nerves and muscles scream with rejection to the notion when he sits up, trying to prevent the unbuckling. In his current disposition, unbuckling could well be the alea iacta development. "Butaj knows... I know... have all the proof." His lips cling to her neck and bared shoulder, kissing hungrily as his arms wrap around her to keep her garment in one place but somehow manage to pull it down a bit further. "We need to do it right! Let me... Butaj... abduct you first!"