T/M 2.8

Somehow she managed to press her body closer, letting her arm snake up and around around Tatsuya's neck. Now that she she was certain Tatsu wasn't going to push her away, because no one remained so amidable for so long if they weren't enjoying themselves, Ming felt safe redoubling her efforts. Not that any of this was a chore.

'I think I'm growing very fond of the taste of cherries', she thought, amusement showing through her half lidded eyes, 'An after tea treat, maybe this can become habit.'

Despite all that she was patient, not pushing further than she was allowed and letting repitition be her aide. Where the the sweep of her togue or the press of her lips might meet resistnace one moment, the next she would find herself allowed closer, deeper. Each tiny victory was pleasing, bringing her towards the ulitimate goal. She enjoyed the fingers in her hair, loved when-

Then thought stopped, her mind skipped over itself and Ming let out a surprised moan. Her cheeks tinged pink, shame threading around for for the moment of lost control; and yet how could he have known her weakness, one she'd just learned herself? That hand, oh it was doing terrible things to her.

Something about what she was doing altered. She had to force back the frantic need to go quickly, the need that screamed for more and more. The hand on her neck warmed her blood, not chasing away the cool aloe but changing in until she became like a balm instead. Hot, cold, hot, cold; she stayed neither bvery long and yet was both all along.

"Mmmm, alright," She purred, hating to be the first to break their contact but knowing neither would move from the spot if she didn't. The problem was, at that moment, the bedroom seemed too far away. In fact, she had no incling of where it was at all. She didn't want to stumble blindly, that didn't sit well with her and her way of going about things, so she decided.

Besides, tatsuya deserved a little more time in a neutral place, time to decide to stop her. Once Ming got him to the bedroom there would be absolutely no way out.

So it was child's play to maneuver them closer to her choosen place, distracting Tatsya with kisses and soft caresses to bare and clothed skin alike. The movements she made, the small pushes that were meant to make his take one unknowing step backwards after another were so subtle she almost felt it was force of mild and personality instead.

Without warning her hand snaked up the front of his shirt, fingers skmming along stomach then sarashi to attach at the edge of the binding fabric. "Relax with me first," she whisped against his mouth, sweeping her bare foot out to catch his ankle so that he fell to the chair below. Her hand slippled into the top fold of his Sarashi and used that as leverage to fall neatly along into his lap.

This was when she was supposed to say something witty or forward but instead she let her fingers trace along the sides of his face. It wasn't fair that the worl was so calm around her too, not when her heart was beating so fast.

On second thought.

"My, well I know I don't need to be teaching you how to kiss at all," she commented, using the ruse as a small shielf to hide teh truth of the matter. "So I suppose next would be..." She yed the front of his shirt meaningfully.