Awkwardness to Share [Day 7, LE, Closed]

[Wu Ko]

Meeting his eyes she smiles. Leaning back onto her feet she pushes up from the kneel. Walking a few steps back, toward a clearer portion of the room. Looking back to him once she inhaled, exhaled, calming her nerve a little. Focusing down on her robes, hands working, she slowly and methodically removes the lighter robe she'd been waiting. Half a minute or so passes, the shoulder comes off and beneath only the sight of her skin underneath. Continuing with that focused look in her eye she continues until she's fully removed every scrap of clothing and adornment. Setting it all into a neat pile nearby.

Inhaling, exhaling, looking down to her bare and ungloved hands. Some clear scars from exchanges with spirits made when she was younger and brash. Having learned over the years some practices and methods to help reduce the very scarring. Otherwise, she was unblemished. Turning back to him that passive rosiness to her cheeks was at least two tints brighter. Returning to him she sits before him again, endeavoring not to make eye-contact yet but hiding the aversion to it by her focus on the task in mind. Reaching for his hand with both of hers she pulled it closer, between them, and turned his palm to the sky. Parting one hand to the side, grasping the brush, and placing it in his hand.

"I would like you to continue," she says, finally looking back to him and meeting his eyes. Rosy cheeks getting into even deeper shades there was a certainty about her, a declaration of her full intent for the night.

[Tyrus]

He smiled back to her and watched with a mix of interest and curiosity as she took a few steps away from him. As she began to undo her light robes his cheeks flushed crimson. Her intention clear he watched with even more rapt fascination as she literally bared herself to him. It was a sight he had only heard talk of from the more coarse guards in the sake houses. Their words fell devastatingly short of what was before him. His eyes roamed her for a moment as she walked he recorded every shift in muscle as she moved.

The brush back in his hand his other reached out and touched her bare hip gliding up her side "the most beautiful canvas." He murmured his attention taken. He looks back up to her eyes even if they are averted, he smiles. A thought crossed his mind his already red cheeks flushed crimson and for a moment he looked down and then took a steadying breath before standing himself. Without words he took off his own robe the fabric slipping from his slight frame easily. It only felt right to be as vulnerable as she was being in this moment. When he was as unobstructed as she was he knelt back down picking the brush back up. Looking over his "canvas" once again he dipped the brush and leaned forward intent to indulge in his most thrilling project.

/FtP