[ She sealed her fate the moment that she squats down next to him, though for a mercy, he doesn't grab her an pull her into the pull, sorely tempted as he might be. That particular mischief is more likely to lead away from a spicy late night pool rendezvous, as fun as it would be. He's got to keep his goal in mind...
So instead, he wades over to edge of the pool, leaning on his palms against the stone ledge, leveling Sumina with an easy, relaxed smile that doesn't yet hint at his true intentions. She'll piece it together on her own, soon enough... ]
Mm, why bother? We've already got the pool right here to cool us down...
[ Now his grin cuts a little more sharply. ]
Or are you not feelin' a little too hot yet? Maybe I can do something about that.
[ Even for how relaxed and breezily he carries himself, Sumina feels an urge to draw back when he approaches and frames her form with one hand resting on either side of her. Instead, she swallows thickly, and heedlessly allows her gaze to drift down over his broad chest, watching as beads of water trail down ridges of muscle...
Gods. This man will be the end of her. Especially if she's heard and interpreted his words correctly. She meets the sharp edge of his smile with the bluntness of her stare as her eyes flick back up to meet his, even if it's too late to conceal the way her cheeks are already warmed. ]
We are practically in public, honey. I shouldn't have to explain why that would be...
[ Improper? Humiliating, if they are caught? Yet, she doesn't move away, or even look away. ]
[ Heh. Even now, after the countless times they've made love, after marriage, he can still get her blushing with just a few words. For now, he keeps his hands on the ground at either side of her, drumming his fingers idly as he tracks her gaze. He knows how good he looks like this, and he makes no attempt to hide when he does the same, blue eyes grazing over the neckline of her loose nightgown, the ink of her tattoo tempting as ever.
His teeth rake over his bottom lip. Can't get too hasty, now...he still has to convince her. ]
Good thing your husband can see everything around him even when his eyes are closed, huh?
[ And can teleport them to the privacy of their room should a guest awaken to wander late at night. Still, he doesn't want to fully take the excitement out of it, so he chases his reassurance with a low purr: ]
Still...isn't it exciting? Thinking we might get caught at any moment, every little sound making our blood rush, but we just can't keep our hands — or mouths — off each other...
[ Now one of his hands lifts to tickle the side of one of her ankles, innocent enough — for now. ]
[ He has a point, and it does occur to her that he can teleport them in the blink of an eye if they need to escape but also— much like every other nonconventional aspect of sex he's introduced her to, Sumina needs a moment to just... understand. To try and see how fooling around in the open where they might get caught could possibly be something exciting, instead of something that would simply be too stressful and worrying to enjoy.
She... should say no, shouldn't she? This is possibly just a step beyond what she can handle, to do this even in her home, because it is also her workplace, and a storied, hallowed place that her ancestors built besides...
As his fingers brush against one of her ankles, Sumina draws herself out of her thoughts, coming to a sitting position now with her legs folded and her chin resting atop her knees as she meets his luminous gaze with her own. ]
How is it that you even come up with such ideas...?
[ It's said with admonition, but also a bit of resignation. Maybe even some affection for her husband with an overactive imagination. Because even if that's the case... she also knows, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that he would take care of her just like he always has, that he wouldn't let her fears come true.
And it is, of course, incredibly hard to ignore just how gorgeous he looks right now... ]
[ Does she really want to know how he comes up with his ideas? Having an overactive imagination certainly doesn't hurt, and a penchant for reckless and dangerous behavior, even as a retiree. Instead of risking life and limb in grand battles of jujutsu sorcery, he risks getting caught mid-tryst with his wife in a public pool, which may not even sound all that scandalous to him — he would need even an ounce of shame for that — but it's very scandalous to Sumina, so dragging her into his schemes is rewarding enough in its own right.
Besides, he loves when the kinks click for her, and she sees the vision of what he's offering. He has a pretty good track record so far...and Sumina's trust in him isn't misplaced. He will keep a vigilant eye — or six — or for any peeping toms, just in case. But at this hour...he doubts it will be much of an issue.
He'll ravish her right here, at the edge of the pool.
With a perfect purr of innocence: ] And waste a perfectly good opportunity to fuck you senseless? Of course I won't, Momo~
[ His words curl like smoke in the intimate, private space between them, before his fingertips are drawing upward along her calves, dancing over her knees. ]
You can trust me. [ Earnest. She always can. Then: ] You can trust me to shove my fingers in your mouth if you start screaming too loud, too.
[ And with the same unhurried demeanor, his fingers glide between the seam of her thighs, to part them with each of his palms guiding her knees to either side of his chest. ]
[ Even now, after however long they've spent as lovers, even after their wedding, Sumina still finds herself amazed both by how innocently Satoru can utter such sinful words, and perhaps even more so by how easily it takes her breath away. It's not fair, has never been fair, but... it's somehow one of the things she simply adores about him. That he's so easily able to slip past all of her hesitations to banish her worries, armed only with that perfect purr of innocence, smoky, intimate words that promise her unimaginable pleasure, and fluttering touches that leave her skin feeling so warm and tight over her body...
All to say, he'll find her entirely pliant as he parts her legs before him, and Sumina casts only the briefest, most cursory sidelong glance back over towards the entrance to the pool area before she closes her eyes and bites down on her lip, sighing through her nose. ]
You're... incorrigible.
[ (Affectionate), of course.
Though her legs are now parted enough to admit him, her nightgown remains draped over them, satiny fabric giving an almost ethereal gleam in the dimness of this room where only the magical motes within the pool give off light - along with her husband's Six Eyes, naturally. But already, her robe and one strap of her gown have slipped off of her shoulder, concealed only by the way her long hair frames her form.
I might be tempted to drag you into the water and ravish you for old time's sake, he'd once told her when they first found their way to the inn from their various otherworldly adventures, and Sumina realizes now that he must have been thinking of doing this since she first showed him this pool. ]
You... You've been thinking about this for a long time, haven't you? Satoru...
[ The light chastising in her tone only serves to encourage him, his lips curling in just such a cheshire way. Yes, he has been thinking about this for awhile, about how he might entice Sumina to fool around with him in the pool, and tonight, things simply fell into place. Ever the opportunist. A gravely chuckle rolls in his throat as he leans in to butt the bridge of his nose along Sumina's jawline, his fingers still idly dragging over her knees, playing in the rucked-up fabric of her nightgown. ]
Guilty as charged. What, there something wrong with that? Ahh, can't help it, when my wife is as tempting as you...
[ Truly, at any given moment, he might just try to seduce her...at least he waited until nighttime! He could have been even more audacious, but of course, he knows her better than anyone, and as such, knows where her limits are, where he can toe the line, and where he cannot. Opening up her more, ahem, adventurous side has been a delicate challenge, but one he has ever been ready and eager for.
Tipping his jaw up, he presses a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her nightgown at last, palms grazing her thighs, slow and teady. ]
I've thought about what I would do to you here, too. With my hands, and my mouth...
[ His slow, teasing touch leaves a wake of heat over her skin, tingling and prickling with nerves all at once; Sumina has yet to fully embrace tonight's particular flavor of debauchery, though it's becoming oh, so much harder when his voice has gone gravelly, when his body freshly toned from exercise presses in so close, and when water remains beaded and streaming over her skin, glistening in the starlight filtering through the skylights, following every contour of his sculpted figure...
...Stars above, how is it that this man is her husband? And how is it that he knows just how to slip through her every defense and hesitation?
Still, she can't succumb to him that easily. Even as his wet fingers press onward, causing her to shudder when the moisture chills over her skin, she angles her head just so that their lips only brush against each other so very slightly. ]
And what am I to do, when my husband is as reckless as you? Someone else could have seen you like this, you know.
[ It's reckless, when the sight of him like this should only be hers, and hers alone to appreciate. ]
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So instead, he wades over to edge of the pool, leaning on his palms against the stone ledge, leveling Sumina with an easy, relaxed smile that doesn't yet hint at his true intentions. She'll piece it together on her own, soon enough... ]
Mm, why bother? We've already got the pool right here to cool us down...
[ Now his grin cuts a little more sharply. ]
Or are you not feelin' a little too hot yet? Maybe I can do something about that.
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Gods. This man will be the end of her. Especially if she's heard and interpreted his words correctly. She meets the sharp edge of his smile with the bluntness of her stare as her eyes flick back up to meet his, even if it's too late to conceal the way her cheeks are already warmed. ]
We are practically in public, honey. I shouldn't have to explain why that would be...
[ Improper? Humiliating, if they are caught? Yet, she doesn't move away, or even look away. ]
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His teeth rake over his bottom lip. Can't get too hasty, now...he still has to convince her. ]
Good thing your husband can see everything around him even when his eyes are closed, huh?
[ And can teleport them to the privacy of their room should a guest awaken to wander late at night. Still, he doesn't want to fully take the excitement out of it, so he chases his reassurance with a low purr: ]
Still...isn't it exciting? Thinking we might get caught at any moment, every little sound making our blood rush, but we just can't keep our hands — or mouths — off each other...
[ Now one of his hands lifts to tickle the side of one of her ankles, innocent enough — for now. ]
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She... should say no, shouldn't she? This is possibly just a step beyond what she can handle, to do this even in her home, because it is also her workplace, and a storied, hallowed place that her ancestors built besides...
As his fingers brush against one of her ankles, Sumina draws herself out of her thoughts, coming to a sitting position now with her legs folded and her chin resting atop her knees as she meets his luminous gaze with her own. ]
How is it that you even come up with such ideas...?
[ It's said with admonition, but also a bit of resignation. Maybe even some affection for her husband with an overactive imagination. Because even if that's the case... she also knows, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that he would take care of her just like he always has, that he wouldn't let her fears come true.
And it is, of course, incredibly hard to ignore just how gorgeous he looks right now... ]
Promise me that you won't let us be caught.
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Besides, he loves when the kinks click for her, and she sees the vision of what he's offering. He has a pretty good track record so far...and Sumina's trust in him isn't misplaced. He will keep a vigilant eye — or six — or for any peeping toms, just in case. But at this hour...he doubts it will be much of an issue.
He'll ravish her right here, at the edge of the pool.
With a perfect purr of innocence: ] And waste a perfectly good opportunity to fuck you senseless? Of course I won't, Momo~
[ His words curl like smoke in the intimate, private space between them, before his fingertips are drawing upward along her calves, dancing over her knees. ]
You can trust me. [ Earnest. She always can. Then: ] You can trust me to shove my fingers in your mouth if you start screaming too loud, too.
[ And with the same unhurried demeanor, his fingers glide between the seam of her thighs, to part them with each of his palms guiding her knees to either side of his chest. ]
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All to say, he'll find her entirely pliant as he parts her legs before him, and Sumina casts only the briefest, most cursory sidelong glance back over towards the entrance to the pool area before she closes her eyes and bites down on her lip, sighing through her nose. ]
You're... incorrigible.
[ (Affectionate), of course.
Though her legs are now parted enough to admit him, her nightgown remains draped over them, satiny fabric giving an almost ethereal gleam in the dimness of this room where only the magical motes within the pool give off light - along with her husband's Six Eyes, naturally. But already, her robe and one strap of her gown have slipped off of her shoulder, concealed only by the way her long hair frames her form.
I might be tempted to drag you into the water and ravish you for old time's sake, he'd once told her when they first found their way to the inn from their various otherworldly adventures, and Sumina realizes now that he must have been thinking of doing this since she first showed him this pool. ]
You... You've been thinking about this for a long time, haven't you? Satoru...
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Guilty as charged. What, there something wrong with that? Ahh, can't help it, when my wife is as tempting as you...
[ Truly, at any given moment, he might just try to seduce her...at least he waited until nighttime! He could have been even more audacious, but of course, he knows her better than anyone, and as such, knows where her limits are, where he can toe the line, and where he cannot. Opening up her more, ahem, adventurous side has been a delicate challenge, but one he has ever been ready and eager for.
Tipping his jaw up, he presses a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her nightgown at last, palms grazing her thighs, slow and teady. ]
I've thought about what I would do to you here, too. With my hands, and my mouth...
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...Stars above, how is it that this man is her husband? And how is it that he knows just how to slip through her every defense and hesitation?
Still, she can't succumb to him that easily. Even as his wet fingers press onward, causing her to shudder when the moisture chills over her skin, she angles her head just so that their lips only brush against each other so very slightly. ]
And what am I to do, when my husband is as reckless as you? Someone else could have seen you like this, you know.
[ It's reckless, when the sight of him like this should only be hers, and hers alone to appreciate. ]
You ought to be grateful I found you...