( 12 ) It's more a question of feeling than it is a question of fun.

[hisknife]

( It's not a position she could ever have imagined herself in. The feeling, nearly overwhelming in a way she didn't know how to parse.

Perhaps she had attributed Iri's affections at first, to her nature. It never had been out of the ordinary for her to hold or even cuddle her-- much to Maiya's chagrin. What she could not have anticipated, however, was just how quickly Irisviel had come to monopolize her time. That, too, could be written off as Iri's acting bodyguard, where it not for Iri's remarkable frankness. Be it, making sure she was included the woman's day-to-day activities with Kiritsugu, to taking her shopping (though she-- of course, insisted she needn't anything,) or spending time with her in the car, to the point she finally asked "do you want to be with Kiritsugu and me?"

Certainly, she could not be asking about a partnership. Would that even be appropriate?

But much like anything in her life, that would not be Maiya's decision. Of course, she loved both of them. That much she could not deny, but to what extent or the intensity of that love was difficult to understand, yet alone put into words.

Nor was it Kiritsugu's decision-- not necessarily, defaulting to Iri's whims as one would expect of him. He always did.

Which is what led to her, in this moment. Lying against their bed, clad in plan black undergarments and a matching tank top, her vacant eyes staring up at the woman before her, wondering to herself if this weren't some elaborate dream, one that she hoped she wouldn't wake up from. )

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[homomculous]

[Honestly, Iri hadn't been entirely sure Maiya would accept her proposition. She was pretty sure she wanted to, or she wouldn't have brought the idea up in the first place, but it was a lot to spring on her all at once, regardless.

To Iri's delight, that hadn't been a problem at all. She'd been a little stunned at first, but after looking over at Kiritsugu in question for a moment, she'd simply accepted Iri's offer. Or request, however one wanted to look at it.

With a grin on her face, Iri undid the ties of her dress and let it fall, revealing her own white undergarments, a bit lacy and designed to show off her form in contrast to Maiya's own garments.]

Beautiful.

[Flashing Kiritsugu a playful grin over her shoulder, she crawled onto the bed and up towards the other woman.]

You look beautiful, Maiya.

[And she leaned down to claim her lips.]

[hisknife]

( A part of her wished she could appreciate this more. Yes, Kiritsugu had saved her from that life-- inasmuch she'd learned to distance herself from it. But this was hardly the first time she'd seen another woman in any sort of undress. At the very least, taking some small comfort the experience was at least novel for Irisviel.

She was-- however, pliable to Iri's advances. Allowing herself to be claimed with no resistance, her lips slacking as she gently initiates contact-- herself, lightly sliding her arms around Iri's waist.

It's not long before Kiritsugu takes this as his cue to accompany them, promptly discarding of his shirt and tie before resting his body against Iri's on the bed. To give Iri some measure of exploration, he simply places his hands upon her hips, leaning in to place a kiss atop her collar. )

[homomculous]

[Iri wasn't expecting Maiya to be particularly effusive with her affections, so getting those arms wrapped around her is encouraging. She answers by pressing her lips a little firmer into her bodyguard's, and moving a hand up to slide it over Maiya's belly.

She feels her husband lie next to them and hums in welcome, that being about all she can do while her attention is focused on Maiya aside from lean into him a little. Right now, Iri just wants to let this moment last as long as she can make it.]

[problemagus]

( For such a heartwarming moment, Kiritsugu cannot help but feel a twinge of guilt. He could never have predicted his wife developing this sort of affection for Maiya, or vice versa-- given the circumstances. And simply resting beside them, made him feel as though he were intruding upon a private moment.

He's content to remain at Iri's side, for now, giving them the space to feel one another out, all the while aching to do something-- anything, not to seem so idle.

He opts to nestle his head between Iri's shoulder and neck, taking to nuzzle against the sensitive skin with his lips, his stubble, all the while fitting his hand between her thighs, delicate fingers strumming against her slit through the silk of her panties.

The hand at Maiya's stomach is enough to make her quiver at the unexpected touch, prompting her to lean more firmly into Iri's lips, herself, lifting a hand from Iri's waist to cup one of her breasts into Maiya's calloused palm. )

[homomculous]

[Iri's trying to keep her focus on Maiya for the moment, if only because this is a new step in their relationship, one she wants to make correctly. It's important for her to make Maiya her focus right now.

But of course she's not going to ignore Kiritsugu. She coos against Maiya's lips, breaking the kiss for a moment when he goes for her neck, then gasping when he slips his hand between her thighs.

As if taking that as a cue, she moves back into the kiss, catching Maiya's lips again as her hand moves up, sliding to cup her breast and squeeze it gently.]