[The drag of his tongue along her skin sends a jolt of alarm through her. Immediately she tenses up, and her body goes rigid. A stroke of fear pierces her heart, and she draws a sharp gasp into her lungs. But the fear is not of him, no. He could probably dig nails and teeth into her flesh, and it wouldn't evoke this same worry. No, her concern is aimed at how she tastes. Bitter? Herbal? Astringent? Is she earthy, or resinous? It's not that she hates her own body, but that she fears being repulsive to others.
Even worse is when he holds her. Two large scars mar her midsection. One starts at the bottom rib and stretches to her navel. The other carves a little off-set from it, around her navel to her hip. Like a huge beast swiped at her. When one of his fingers brushes over the marked area she flinches. A part of her wants to shrink away from him. Shy away, admit defeat, and wither away in a corner rather than having all her imperfections revealed — explored — by an absolutely flawless stranger.
And yet he kisses her? After all that he still kisses her? Tohsaka finds herself incredibly shocked. So much so he'll find himself without reciprocation until something in her finally snaps. Whether it be encouragement from the Oracle as a Harbinger herself, or the refusal to be on the back foot, Rin seems to rekindle that flame she had earlier. Taking both hands to his face (one on his lovely cheek, the other in his curtain of hair) she kisses back deeply. Parting her lips and tilting her head so they can slot together better. She's even so bold as to seek entrance to his mouth; to press her tongue forward to explore him — to learn his taste.]
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Even worse is when he holds her. Two large scars mar her midsection. One starts at the bottom rib and stretches to her navel. The other carves a little off-set from it, around her navel to her hip. Like a huge beast swiped at her. When one of his fingers brushes over the marked area she flinches. A part of her wants to shrink away from him. Shy away, admit defeat, and wither away in a corner rather than having all her imperfections revealed — explored — by an absolutely flawless stranger.
And yet he kisses her? After all that he still kisses her? Tohsaka finds herself incredibly shocked. So much so he'll find himself without reciprocation until something in her finally snaps. Whether it be encouragement from the Oracle as a Harbinger herself, or the refusal to be on the back foot, Rin seems to rekindle that flame she had earlier. Taking both hands to his face (one on his lovely cheek, the other in his curtain of hair) she kisses back deeply. Parting her lips and tilting her head so they can slot together better. She's even so bold as to seek entrance to his mouth; to press her tongue forward to explore him — to learn his taste.]