Thread: Kaminoyama {Zella and Alan23}

Empress Momoko Aizawa She must of been a mess. She was there, crumpled against him like paper. Her Kimono had shifted and she knew it was so but with everything that had happened what was there to do. Not to mention his embrace was so intoxicating that it lulled her until she almost didn't care. His arms were strong and hard compared to her and he was warm. His clothes smelt of work and every day wear and tear and to her it was so unique and strange to be close to. Her make up had ran and smeared on her face and she feared she looked like a ghoul, but really she looked like a delicate doll in need of a clean and care. He should not of kissed her. To the gods she swore she had not expected such a thing. However once everyone had left the room it was only he, her and Ling'We he quickly caught his lips to hers to brush her the most briefest of kisses... and her very first. As subtle as it was it was not subtle to her... for a girl always remembers her first kiss. She did not pull away, not at all. Instead her hands lifted to clutch at the slightly wet chest of his uniform. Clinging to him, a silent plea for him to remain and to kiss her more, a silent plea to teach her the things a woman longed to learn from a man... right here on the balcony. Such thoughts were a shock to her though and when she finally drew away from him her make up smudged face had turned red. She looked dumbfounded, utterly lost for word and thought. Her eyes were wide and looked up at him with all the innocence in their little world and yet her lips were plump and slightly parted like a wanton woman who had no place in the Empresses near perfect skin. It took Ling-We to clear her throat quite loudly to stop Momoko's wide, doe eyed staring up at Cavalryman Zumozo. Catching the Empresses's attention finally she ventured closer and insisted the Empress let her fix up her hair and make up. Momoko reluctantly agreed and finally let Zumozo go. Don't... leave. she told him before being ushered off and away. It would take make half an hour before the Empress was returned and when she was she looked much different from before. After much fighting with Ling-We about the manner. Now the empress was mostly fresh faced, a few little, natural touches here and there to rid her of most imperfections. Her hair was once more done up however the design was much more simple and much more practical. Her Kimono was now replaced by one that was much better fitting but much less elaborate and high fashion. It was white, devoid of design and very pure and beautiful. While it did not slip and bare her like the last one. The clarity of the fabric clung to and outlined every curve she had, every time she moved and sometimes when the light hit it just right, just for a moment one would sware the silhouette of her form was given but then again maybe it was just the trick of the eye. She walked over to Zumozo and bowed her head politely. I cannot apologize enough for this... whole ordeal. she said. It is growing late and you have been made to wait and... she trailed off and shook her head. Unsure what else to say. She known... she had rehearsed whilst coming back to the room. However now standing with him once more, she simply wanted to indulge in his arms once more.