Haruki reached up and gently pulled her closer, guiding her onto his chest.
Kyouko let out a small breath of surprise, but didn't resist.
She settled atop him, her knees on either side, coat still draped over her shoulders, her soft weight pressing lightly against him.
Then he leaned in, lips brushing against her neck.
Soft. Warm. Familiar.
He kissed her skin slowly.
Kyouko giggled, her body twitching slightly.
"Haruki!" she whispered with a smile. "That's ticklish…"
He smiled against her neck, then inhaled deeply—eyes closed.
"You smell good," he murmured, voice low, almost dazed.
"Mm?" she tilted her head with a teasing grin. "You're just saying that because you're aroused."
Haruki chuckled under her.
"Well," he said, his hands sliding gently along her waist. "Maybe…"
Kyouko rolled her eyes softly, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her.
She leaned down slowly, letting her forehead touch his.
