[ Sumina can only breathe deeply as Satoru proceeds, his body pressing over hers more fully. Slow... is good, for her. Gods know that she has been around many, many people in her time who tend towards the opposite, and truthfully, she suspects that Satoru would be, too, were not for a rare display of patience in this. She won't take it for granted, and later she'll try to express how grateful she is that he acquiesced to her pace, but for now...
For now, she flushes at his teasing remark, lips pressing into a thin line. It's true that she hasn't reciprocated much at this moment, but... Uh. ]
Ahaha... Aren't you supposed to be making it up to me?
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For now, she flushes at his teasing remark, lips pressing into a thin line. It's true that she hasn't reciprocated much at this moment, but... Uh. ]
Ahaha... Aren't you supposed to be making it up to me?
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