( It's melodious the noises she makes, every little giggle or moan. Encouragement to continue caressing her, rolling her nipples between his fingertips. He easily falls against her when she tugs at her tie, musing that they fit against each other well.
Moments when Kiritsugu is able to forget his pain are rare, but in this moment, he's caught up in the sensation of her lips colliding with his own. As his prods his tongue past her mouth, his hand glides down to her hips, carefully removing what remained of her dress, and pushing it down to her limbs, his fingers then stroking through the fabric of her panties, watching her face carefully for any reactions. )
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Moments when Kiritsugu is able to forget his pain are rare, but in this moment, he's caught up in the sensation of her lips colliding with his own. As his prods his tongue past her mouth, his hand glides down to her hips, carefully removing what remained of her dress, and pushing it down to her limbs, his fingers then stroking through the fabric of her panties, watching her face carefully for any reactions. )