( 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.]