It's A Date...Or Is It? [Private RP]

[Onamuji]

Although to Satsumaru, it seemed like an age, three weeks passed quickly enough. In all his studies and outings, he felt like he was missing a little chunk of focus, and it was easy to discern why that was. His meeting with the Medical Sennin, Oba Kinnaku, had been extremely unexpected and enthralling. When it ended with an agreement to meet for a drink, it stuck a little bug in the back of his mind that stayed there and wouldn't let go. He had faced nuke-nin without an inkling of fear, taken on suicide missions without so much as a flinch, yet he felt intimidated by the thought of sharing a simple drink with a pretty woman.

Was it her status as Sennin, perhaps? Or was it the fact that she was, in fact, a beautiful woman asking him for a drink? It was hard to say.

Regardless, he made his way on the given Tuesday a little before 7, choosing to dress in a black set of formal robes with the top left loose, revealing his toned upper body beneath to the relatively cool night air. It was easy enough to allow some comfort, even when donning otherwise proper and form-fitting robes. Surprisingly enough, Satsumaru managed to do it while looking respectable rather than a slob.

Giving a knock, the Jounin crossed his arms and waited for Kinnaku to respond. Her house was easy enough to find, he just hoped she wasn't swept up with her duties or called in on some emergency...

 

[Honma Kotone]

Kinnaku was quite excited, even from the moment she met Satsumaru, but she wasn't really hit with this feeling of excitement until that very morning. She would have rested for the better part of a day in a bath, allowing the calming waters to cleanse her skin and purify her being as they were so often used for. After that, at maybe half past five, the Sennin plunked herself down in front of her mirror in her bedroom; a moderately sized master bedroom that was decorated with a very French decor. Kinnaku had laid out her makeup onto the small table face, picking up the gentlest of colours before applying them cautiously.

She would pucker up her lips, imitating a kissing expression as she tested out their durability, and also attempted to smear the gloss onto the entire width of her lips. The Sennin would then, after she had finished applying her make up, would look onward to her own reflection as she sat snugly with a white dressing gown and a headdress to dry her hair.

As the time drew closer, she heard a knock at the door and her face lit up. Kinnaku, now dressed to impress, would make her way from her bedroom down a hallway and into the living room area until she reached her door. She opened it and greeted the handsomely dressed man with a deepened smile. The Sennin was dressed wearing a stubble, but yet sophisticated, black cocktail dress. Her hair was crimped like it had always been but she just seemed to glow with a touch of gold; she looked so different but yet so normal.

"I'm glad you found the house." Kinnaku would state with a small chuckle, "I suppose its quite modest given my new job." She would imply that her modest, detached, two bedroom house was belittled by the towering castle, well not a castle but you understand, that was own by the Main Branch Sennin. She would shake her head and offer her hand to the man, a small golden bangle slid down as she offered up her hand. "Are you ready?"

 

[Onamuji]

It was modest for her station, now that she mentioned it. She was Sennin of the Medical Branch, and one would imagine that would demand a hefty pay rate and certain luxuries. Satsumaru knew he was a rare case, but it made him think about his own house. It was likely twice the size of hers. Obviously, he wouldn't mention it. It was of no concern what the size of whoever's house was, and he'd prefer not to talk about his own. It would, however, force him to think to himself on his financial situation.

Taking her hand, he gave a slight smile and replied, "Of course. Let's have that drink."

Looking at her, it was hard to consider that she was a Sennin. When one thinks of a Sennin, they think of a stern, elder shinobi dressed in worn, elaborate battle gear. Or...at least, that's what Satsumaru envisioned. Not that he spent much time with any of the Sennin before. Kinnaku looked like...well, it was hard for him to compare her to something. He wouldn't know what to compare her to, but regardless, she looked astounding.

"You look..." the long-haired man began, pausing to think of what an appropriate word would be before settling on, "Beautiful."

Taking her hand, he placed it on his forearm and held onto it in a gentlemanly show of courtesy and companionship. Ever the tactician, he had planned for a table at one of the district's cleaner establishments to be waiting for their arrival. Everything would be prepared in advance, saving them the hassle of a wait in line.

Satsumaru would walk with her through the streets, the artificial lights that littered the walkways casting a soft glow on them as they carried on. Before long, they arrived at the Moonlight Oasis, an upscale place that housed many specialties, whether they be food or drink. He wasn't intending to be a show-off, but he promised a drink, and he wanted it to be worth the wait. The man at the counter seemed to recognize Satsumaru, rising from his seat with wide eyes to show them to their table. It was a small, cozy table with a black tablecloth. Two cups of water were being poured as they approached by two waiters who proceeded to pull the chairs out for the two guests once the cups were filled.

Satsumaru gestured for Kinnaku to take a seat, releasing her hand and seating himself. The lights in the establishment were noticeably dimmer than those outside, providing a calming, intimate setting. The patrons inside went about their meals and conversations with moderate tones, providing just enough noise to allow a private conversation without forcing them to raise their voices.

Leaning forward, the Uchiha nonchalantly rested his arms on the table and looked Kinnaku in the eyes, saying, "So...a drink, then?"

Ever the verbose one...

 

[Honma Kotone]

Kinnaku would coyly smile, inwardly laughing as she tried not to enter one of those awkward, nervous laughing situations. It wasn't that she was nervous, but rather quite excited to be going out on a little incursion with Satumaru, a man whom she had a little tickle for. She knew all too well that if she let life pass her by then she would only be left in the dust, trailed by everyone else who deserved an equal amount of happiness. Kinnaku would bite down on her lower lip innocently, trying not to smile too hard, as Satsumaru delivered another blow to her composure. She had never been called beautiful before... "Well, you're not so bad yourself." The Sennin would say shaking her head loosely, brushing away the rose from her olive cheeks.

Satsumaru would then take the Sennin's hand, which really made her swoon with a cliched warmth. She rested that hand on his forearm and walk along with him, holding onto him lightly. "You're quite the gentleman, Satsumaru." She would say with a small chuckle. The two would walk, dressed to impress, a shining example of what most people could only imagine. The start of a perfect evening, something that rarely had happened for the Sennin. Before too long, the silence of an empty street was replaced with the respectable noises of dinners and other civilized citizens.

Kinnaku felt a little out of place, she hadn't really been out for dinner/drinks before, and this place seemed quite elegant. She would still hold onto Satsumaru as he lead her through the Moonlight Oasis. They were then guided over to a small, cozy table that was layered with a black tablecloth. two glasses of water were armed and ready for a customer, their chilled bodies looking so delicious; it reminded the Sennin of when Satsumaru and the woman first met. He was thirsty, wasn't he?

Her gentleman gestured for her to take a seat, and she did so, releasing her grasp from him and missing the warmth. Kinnaku would seat herself, patting down her dress at the thighs so her dignity didn't show; classy girl. And then, damn him, Satumaru leaned forward and asked the Sennin about a drink. She tried desperately to look away from his eyes. "Heh, of course. I've got a drink for you to try... It's a Viento De Fraise. It's a dark rum and strawberry puree mix. I'm sure you'll love it!"

 

[Onamuji]

Satsumaru was surprised. Well, impressed might be a more fitting word, but surprise fit in there somewhere. Not only did she suggest the night's event, but she knew immediately what sort of drink she'd like to have...and, for better or worse, it was rum-based. She was either brave, or this was some sort of trap. The long-haired Uchiha stifled his instinctive urge to stare warily and consider the latter, accepting the optimistic former.

"Aside from saké and...well, saké, I've never had much occasion to drink," he said with a smile, "I'm happy to have whatever drink you recommend. And I do like strawberries..."

Gesturing with two fingers toward the remaining waiter, Satsumaru said, "Two...Viento de Fraises? Please."

With a polite bow, the waiter scurried off immediately to fetch the drinks as requested. Satsumaru was equally impressed that the waiter knew what he was talking about without an explanation, but then, he really wasn't that knowledgeable about the subject himself, so it was likely something fairly recognizable to this sort of place. Either that, or the waiter had no idea what he was talking about and was going to wing it and hope for the best...

Turning to Kinnaku, the falsely blue-eyed man asked, "So...Kinnaku. Tell me about yourself. Like...do you have any family? Or, what made you want to become Sennin of the Medical Branch? I'm rather interested to learn more about you, if you don't mind..."

 

[Honma Kotone]

Kinnaku would smile at Satsumaru's comment about liking strawberries, her face would shine as the waiter approached, but would be immediately dispatched with the two drink orders. "I'm sure you'll like them, although they do take getting use to, mind you." She would nod her head, in agreement with herself, and as the waiter returned with the selected drinks; he would have centered the two, icily chilled glasses at the center of the waiting plate. She would lean back almost, her body pressing against the spine of the chair as the young man placed down one Viento and then another beside Satmaru. "Thank you!" Kinnaku would thank the waiter, maybe something he didn't hear often, but either way it was always nice to be acknowledged for your efforts - no matter how small.

Accompanying the dark, almost oil-colored drink, was a little white straw. The Sennin would innocently lower her head and cuddle the tip of the straw with her luscious, peach lips. As you could tell; she didn't get out very much, and in fact, the most she could compare a nice drink to was an odd glass of white wine as she rested in her living room.

From her dipped expression, Kinnaku would raise her head and smile - loosening her lips on the straw - and addressing the posed question. "Me?" She would state, pushing down her powerful concoction, "I don't really have an interesting story! I'm just your average plain-Jane! But I'm the eldest of three, unfortunately my siblings past, but I take comfort in their rest." She would smile, obviously not hindered by her loss as truly she didn't lose her brother and sister. "Oh, I became Sennin almost a year ago now... I was kind of surprised by the promotion, you know. I really didn't expect me to be granted such a title, but hey-ho, that's how things roll out!" Kinnaku would state happily, dipping down to sip the liquid from the glass via the white straw.

"It's an amazing job..." She would admit, "I get to meet so many wonderful people and I get to be a part of their lives in some way. I treat my patients, and staff, like family. I guess I've watched time pass me by... Most women my age will have already had children, and husbands. I just focused on my work after I lost my chi-" Kinnaku would pause for a moment, averting eye contact, but would gently return her gaze upon Satsumaru with a masked smile.

She never really did get over the loss of her baby.

"Enough about me! What about you?"

 

[Onamuji]

Intent on Kinnaku, Satsumaru listened as he eyed his drink. A...straw? Hm. He didn't know whether he was supposed to use it or not. This was, in all reality, the first time he'd been given a drink with a straw. Though his ears were fixed on Kinnaku's voice, his eyes glared at the straw warily for a moment before he removed it and took a long sip of the Viento.

When he finished, he pressed his lips together and rubbed his tongue against his palate. It was...strong. And sweet. Definitely strong. Whoever made the drink wasn't shy with the rum. After suppressing the urge to make a face, the Uchiha licked his lips and nodded in approval at the drink. It was a far cry from saké, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

He was surprised to hear that she wasn't renowned for anything out of the ordinary. Most Sennin had some sort of stigma attached to their names. Rumors about Mikaboshi, for instance, were never-ending. And Toroano Kuro was ridiculously famous, as was his family. He honestly half-expected her to be some sort of vampire queen with a horde of reanimated corpses she stole from work...

It wasn't until she began speaking of family that he caught a glimpse of something hidden away. Immediately realizing there was something behind her words, Satsumaru tore his eyes away from hers. The Sharingan was based in a subconscious connection with the other person's mind, which was shown in the ability to hypnotically suggest things or to read their moves before they made them. Given the strength of his eyes, it was safer to keep them away in the off chance that they accidentally took something of her secrets with a glance. The words alone hinted at what might be guessed, but she obviously wasn't interested in sharing the truth of it. Paranoid, maybe, but as direct and unashamed as he was at most times, he knew to keep away from other people's secrets.

"Well," he said with a smile, hoping to do his part to draw her away from whatever thoughts haunted her by moving on from them, "Sometimes we just don't find the time for romance. After all, this is a life based on risk and death that demands nearly all our time. It's hard to find love, unless it falls in your lap, wouldn't you say?"

He moved on. It wasn't the right time, nor was it his way, to press for answers on a personal matter. If this...connection? Relationship? Well, whatever it could be called, if it continued on, it would be her decision to tell him her secrets when she felt it appropriate. They had joked about it when they first met, but there was some reality behind it. He had plenty of secrets, and so did she. But those were for other nights, and other drinks...

"As for me, there's not much to say," Satsumaru spoke, "In...a nutshell: I was an orphan, I entered the Academy, I graduated to Genin, found out I was an Uchiha, promoted to Chuunin, promoted to Jounin, and now...well, now I live in my own home. I keep to myself, mostly. I spend a lot of time either in study for research, or on village work. I have a housekeeper named Azumi, but she's more of a live-in friend than an employee."

He took another sip before catching himself and adding, "It's nothing inappropriate, I assure you. She's the closest thing to family I have, and we respect each other's privacy."

Awkward. He'd never thought how strange it might sound...

 

[Honma Kotone]

Kinnaku would smile at Satsumaru's seemingly ordinary existence, although his previous state a few weeks ago doubted that normality somewhat. But then again, what shinobi hadn't gotten themselves into a fair share of rough states? Exactly. "Love? I guess it really does fall into our laps..." She would coyly sip her drink, bringing it closer to her face with a delighted expression; she really couldn't play down her happiness, even if you paid her. She was literally being an open book, not hiding her sheer enjoyment to let her hair down; quite literally. She also quite liked that the man seemed to retrace his words as he spoke about his housekeeper.

He cared about what she thought of their living condition, or so it seemed to come across like that.

"Oh no, don't worry. I haven't thought that!" Kinnaku would laugh, placing her chilled glass on a folded napkin as it chilled sharply against the napkins softness. "I was an orphan too..." She would open up, nodding her head sparingly, locking eyes with the man as she stretched her soft, soothing fingers across the table and on top of his. If he allowed it, of course. "You learn to deal with it, don't you?" Kinnaku would squeeze his hand and return it back to her glass with a gentle smile. Even out of work, her bedside manner was perfect. "I suppose there are times where I think about my past, and I think about what I could have done better, but then I have to remind myself that I can't change the past. Nobody can, and that's the way it should be - the past makes us into the people we are today, but whether that's for better or worse is up for debate!"

Kinnaku would give Satsumaru a wink and chuckle taking another sip of her powerful drink without wavering an expression. She really could handle her drink. "Being a doctor helps with drinking, believe it or not. Wait, that makes me sound like an alcoholic!" The Sennin laughed feverishly, stretching back and then adjusting her position to a normal seated one before continuing, "What I mean is that we see a lot of things, so when it comes to a drink with a punch... It never really phases us, or well, me!"

 

[Onamuji]

Everyone had their method of coping. Satsumaru knew this. He obsessed over work and research to keep his mind off of his troubles. She, it seemed, tried to be a little more social and positive about her methods. Alcohol was often the source of many a person's undoing, but in her case, she seemed completely fine. He didn't question it.

Waving a dismissive hand, Satsumaru smiled and replied, "Don't worry. I understand. We all have our vices and our ways of easing past misfortunes. When I'm spending long nights in my study, I generally have a cup or two of saké, myself, to calm my mind and attempt some measure of relaxation."

He then took another sip of the Viento, clearing his throat after the drink tingled its way down his throat.

"Granted, saké is like water compared to this," the Uchiha admitted with a laugh, "I'm afraid I might be a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinking."

All things considered, the fact that he had never really drank before made him pretty susceptible to the effects of alcohol. He was in excellent physical condition, and as healthy as could be. He could take a punch, a stabbing, or a blast of elemental chakra and shrug it off; but alcohol was a foe he hadn't trained himself to overcome.

 

[Honma Kotone]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cy0mIMiWCmY​

Kinnaku laughed heavily at Satsumaru's statement of being a lightweight when it came to drinking. Her olive skin would flare red at the amount of laughing she had actually done, but not at him, no, it was at his inability to take too much drink. Wait, would that be considered laughing at him or at something about him... Eh. "I think I'll need to train you up, Satsu!" She would shorten his name, affectionately, as she raised her chilled glass and clinked it against his, if he allowed it.

At that moment, a song would ring out through the delightfully pleasant complex. Maybe it was that time of night where everyone had enough to drink, and felt it necessary to dance their little paws off. "Hey..." Kinnaku would smile, scrunching up her face like a cast member from The Grinch, "I think you should show me how you move!" She would state happily, lifting herself out from her seat and moving across the table to Satsumaru's side; attempting to lock paws. IF able, she would relentlessly, but humorously, try and drag him onto the dance floor.

"You can't say no, it's an order, after all!" The Sennin would hope that the man allowed for this to happen, after all, it was a little bit of fun.

 

[Onamuji]

Satsumaru would feel a rush of panic jolt through his body as she moved from her seat and grabbed his hand. The hand-grabbing was alright in and of itself, he would discover, but the rest was what threw him into a state of concern.

"...eh...dance-...dancing?" he asked, eyes moving from person to person around the room as Kinnaku drew him from his seat, "I'm not, mmm...I'm not a dancer. Meaning, I've never danced, have never learned how to dance, nor had any inclination or slightest inkling to dance. I'm not...a dancing guy..."

He half-struggled, a little unsure of how to proceed. He didn't want to dance in the least. Social things like this were against his nature. Even going out for a drink would've been impossible if it weren't for Kinnaku being the one to invite him...or...tell him to invite her? Either way, it wasn't something he'd ever do of his own devices. Dancing was just the opposite of who he was.

On the other hand, could he really fight it? He didn't want to be rude, and he didn't want to upset Kinnaku. Plus...there was the whole "Sennin's orders" thing...

All he could do was bite his lip as she dragged him away to the area where others danced and look disturbingly out of place. He was a killer. He was a commander. He was not - in any way, shape, or form - a dancer.

 

[Honma Kotone]

[Laughed so hard at that post!]

Kinnaku felt that Satsumaru was made uncomfortable by dancing, and she really didn't want to make him do anything that was really out of his comfort zone. So as she they stood on the dance floor, she placed her hand onto his hands and smiled: finding his awkwardness rather dashing. The Sennin would take his hand and guide him away from the dance floor, but away from their table too. Where was she taking him? "I need to show you something, okay?" Oh that sounded like a line from a horror movie... Kinnaku would, if he had a coat, allow him to grab it but otherwise; she would have led the man away from the well-established bar and out onto the street. But where were they going? The Sennin's heels would clonk against the ground as she increased her speed, her fingers still locking around his.

They spilled onto the street, the fresh air entering their lungs, and causing the dark rum to really kick in. Kinnaku didn't take much notice of it but did feel the slightly sway in her step. She didn't let go of Satsumaru's hand, not even for a moment, she found a great deal of comfort with his presence. He made her feel quite safe, but that didn't mean she hadn't ever felt secure - its just that there was a different between the two words. After a good ten minute walk, the Sennin would have guided her date to an innocently placed bakery. It's darkened logo, darkened due to the time of night, hid some of the deceivingly cute designs.

"When I was younger I had no home," She would say looking longingly through the glass front that revealed an open space and a counter full of baked goods, "Well, when I arrived in the village that is. I was living rough, but I managed to find a place to eat every night." Kinnaku would enhance her grip and hold back her emotions, those difficult past memories. "I used to break in here and steal some sweat bread... It was quite scary..."

Kinnaku would turn to Satsumaru and give him a gentle expression... She would brave her emotions by moving in closer, attempting to lock lips with him...

 

[Onamuji]

It was obvious that Satsumaru was moved by the details of her past. Though she didn't yet know it, he came from a similar - though not as struggling - background. Her words resonated in his heart, and he looked uncharacteristically sympathetic as he listened. The night suddenly felt a little colder.

But then she turned and moved in. The Uchiha's eyes widened, again taken by surprise. He didn't have time to move or react, not because his reflexes wouldn't allow it, of course. He was, after all, holder of the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan. Foresight and instant reactions were kinda their signature trademark. No, he couldn't react because he didn't know how to. The long-haired man simply let her press into him. Gradually, he gathered the sense and courage to return the gesture. This was new to him, but seemed natural enough to get the hang of.

When they finally separated, he stared blankly for a minute as a strange silence was the only thing left in the air. What words were appropriate? What was that weird tingly feeling that jolted around his skin?

"Erm..." he began, pausing a moment, opening his mouth to speak, and then - dumbfounded - closing it again. When it seemed like he finally thought of some poor excuse of a statement, he sneezed suddenly, then crossed his arms in defeat. His brain and the fates decided that he should keep his mouth shut, it seemed.

 

[Honma Kotone]

Kinnaku would unlock her lips from his, pulling back with a smile on her face. "Sorry," She would say still smiling as her hand raised up, her thumb stroking his cheek, "I couldn't not do it." Kinnaku would giggle, lowering her hand until it locked with his, and once that happened she would pull the man as she stepped back. Was she trying to lead him somewhere? If allowed, the Sennin would sneaked Satsumaru around the corner of the shop and down an alleyway; where she turned around to reveal her gleeful expression. The clank of her heels echoed continually with each step.

"Shhh!" She would raise her free hand, erect her finger, and place it over her peach lips. But why was he to be quiet? Well, that would be made abundantly clear as the Sennin, yes a woman of supposedly 'high regard', would lean against a metal fire escape door with a quirky smile. Well, a cheeky smile. Kinnaku would somehow manage to unlock the door with a few hidden actions, but how? "That's how I used to get in when I was younger..." She would say in a hush tone, still holding onto Satsumaru, while prodding open the door for him to get into.

The room they would enter was dark, too dark for normal footing, but instead the Sennin would fumble around to find a light switch. After a good few attempts, her luck would prevail and she would locate the tricky devil. The washed down room would light up but much to the delight of the nostalgic woman. Most of the room, well the counters, were filled with pre-made goods. "You're assisting a criminal now, Satsu." She would smile, dropping his lock, and running over to a tray of frosted cupcakes. She would return and offer up the frosted delight with a heartfelt expression.

 

[Onamuji]

The raven-haired Uchiha was still dumbstruck by the kiss even as she pulled him onward. Where was she taking him? It didn't matter, of course, he was still finding it hard to think much less judge her actions.

Into the bakery they went. Kinnaku defeated the lock with a method learned through experience years prior, showing that it was as familiar as she had said. Surprising, but he went with it. He was beginning to regain some sense, but he was still stuck in the previous moment as his subconscious refused to move on from it.

When she lifted a cupcake and noted his compliance with her "crimes", Satsumaru grinned.

"I've done worse, I promise," he admitted reassuringly, wondering in his mind how wrong that sounded on numerous levels. Firstly, though she might not know it, he was an ANBU - the living embodiment of justice and order in the village. A little inappropriate for him to be accomplice to a crime, much less admit to worse. Secondly, she was Sennin. Maybe not the ANBU Sennin, but a Sennin nevertheless. He wondered if she had the authority to arrest him, though he knew - obviously - that she wouldn't. This would be the more mind-blowing, soul-crushing trap if that were the case. Thirdly...well, it sounded a little more awkward to say he had done worse than it actually sounded at the time in his head. With his luck, he'd come off looking like a rapist or a serial killer, despite being far from the former and on the legitimate side of the latter.

The young man wasn't too big on cake, but he made an exception and accept the cupcake she offered, taking a small bite out of it.

"Skipping a fancy place with expensive drinks for a stolen cupcake," he voiced with a devilish smile, "Well...I'm not complaining. I prefer more intimate settings than crowds."

 

[Honma Kotone]

Kinnaku would grin gently when Satsumaru bit into the frosted delight; surely his taste bubs would be treated to a damn good treat. If it were Oba, in all honesty eating the cake, she probably would have forgotten about Satsumaru and just scoffed the entire pre-made batch. However that wouldn't be pleasant for him, or her. No one really wanted to see a person, no matter their stature, covered in cake from head to toe. Although the thought of that sounded appealing to the Sennin... "I don't normally do this," Kinnaku would add as she moved closer to the man, the once cold room filling up with a subtle heat from the above generators, "So, I don't want you to think anything wrong of me..."

She would take a deep breath, leaning in, pressing her lips against his but holding back for a few moments. It was hard to resist his charm, even if he didn't even mean to give off this charm, it was hard none the less to avoid. No pun intended, and ew, dirty pun. Kinnaku would hold her luscious lips a few inches away from his own pair until the moment was right, and then, she leaned in and planted the peachy treats against his.

Her heart was racing slightly as the cupcake dropped from her hands, landing on the white tiles, spreading its pink frosting body. She would raise her hands onto his chest, a strong sculpture of what a manly man should have, and undo whatever buttons were adorned on his garments - if he allowed that. Kinnaku would pull away from his lips and give Satsumaru an ironically innocent smile, considering what she wanted to do to him, but innocent nonetheless. Still, she had never been ;close' with someone before, well, other than the man who had abused her - but that wasn't anything that she wanted to relate this moment to. The Sennin had performed surgery after surgery, seen to patients after patients but had never, ever, came across a situation that had her in such a butterfly infected state.

"It's been a while, so shut up!" She would laugh, pressing her head against his chest, where the shirt may have been opened - if he allowed it to happen. She bit her lip and chuckled some more, waiting for the man to take the lead as she didn't know what else to do...

Damn her ironic innocence.

 

[Onamuji]

"As if I had room to talk," he said quietly, his voice finding it hard to work and his lungs occasionally forgetting they needed air.

Kinnaku had undone his upper clothing, showing his chest. As any good combatant, his musculature was extremely tone. Unlike many of the more taijutsu-prone shinobi, however, he wasn't bulky and massive, but lean and sculpted through years of training and live battle. When she pressed her head against his bare chest, he stopped breathing almost entirely. Though he couldn't be sure, it felt as if his heart stopped beating.

Opening his chest more, he half-jokingly offered, "I thought our inspection would be in a more official location, with more annoying tools and poking devices, to be honest..."

Satsumaru was oblivious, in a way. He knew what he felt, and he knew how she felt. There were many directions, one specifically coming to mind at the moment, that this could go. Ever aloof, he pretended to imagine the safest...

 

[Honma Kotone]

Kinnaku would keep her head against his bare chest, resting her cheeks against those carved muscles. She would close her eyes and just feel his warmth against her face; a gentle fluster of heat that would relax her almost into a peaceful, near sleep, state. "Inspection?" The Sennin would add softly, lifting her head from its comfortable rest and setting her black hues upon the man that she, well, was beginning to fall for. But surely you would think that this wasn't possible, or maybe that her feelings were being rushed? Kinnaku didn't really care for those questions, to be honest. She was just simply following her heart, as cheesy as that sounded - it was the truth. In a world so vast as this one, so full of darkness, pain and suffering you had to find the civility in life; the love in your day-to-day.

"Inspections are always really formal, and boring." She scrunched up her face and smiled, this time her smile was deeper, but still as soft as it could have appeared to be. Kinnaku would reach up to his shoulders, locking her gentle fingers onto his lean shoulder muscles then pushing her hands down his arms, pulling off the shirt as she done this, and rubbing her flesh against his. He would now stand shirtless, if he allowed that to happened that is, and Kinnaku? Well, she would step back, stretching her fingers behind her back and unzipping her dress slowly.

After a moment, the woman would bare all to Satsumaru... but would he accept...

[Fade to black? ;3]

 

[Onamuji]

Satsumaru was beginning to accept the situation for what it was. He had spent so many years pushing everyone away and ignoring his humanity that it was almost a reflex for his mind to ignore emotions and his body to reject any caring touch. While her intial movements were subconsciously shocking for the Uchiha to process, he gradually thawed out a bit and understood what it was: affection. Maybe even love?

He stood with her, feeling comfortable and calm. As she pulled off his upper clothing, he felt no shock or confusion. By this time, he was in tune with what was happening. When she removed her dress, all he could do was watch and study her form. She was...beautiful. He understood that now. Every curve, every span of her smooth skin...it lit a flame in the otherwise cold and stoic Uchiha.

Removing the rest of his clothes, he moved forward and held her tight. Whatever was about to happen, he felt strangely comforted in the fact that it was Kinnaku it was happening with...

[Fade to black! Cover your eyes! Icky!]

 

[Honma Kotone]

Oba used both her long coat and Satsumaru's shirt as a blanket, as they lay on a blanketed counter; which had just been layered over by a long sheet of cloth. Lord knows why there was a piece of cloth covering the counter, but that didn't matter, as the baker would only be glad to know that buttocks and private parts were not pressed against his precious work space. Ew. Kinnaku held the scattered, make-shift blanket up to the point where her supple peaks were hidden, as she gently rested naked on the arm of Satsumaru. "I... I'm impressed." She said humorously, patting her soft hands against his bare chest. Odd patches of sweat covered her face as she toned down her wide-eyed expression, hoping to not fully give away her gleeful state.

"I don't think I've ever felt so relaxed..." Kinnaku would comment as she nuzzled her head against his solid frame like an enchanted puppy would do to a loving owner. "In my younger days," She would speak with a soothed tone of voice, running her finger up and down the length of his exposed chest gently, "I just focused so hard on doing well that I just let life pass by... I guess it's because I was scared or that I had grown too cold for the world... My only retort would be to lock myself in a cell of paperwork and patients."


It was hard for Kinnaku to open up, quite literally, to someone but, when you think about it, Satsumaru wasn't really just 'someone' to her now. In away, they were opposites but people who had sealed themselves away for different reasons. It was a strange pair up, one might think, but if it worked - it worked, only time would stand the test.

[Hehehe, icky]