Her body stood motionless, resisting her attempts to react. Instead, her head was racing with thoughts, trying to figure out how she could escape the situation, setting a good excuse for her presence there. But how much did Yuki actually see? She wasn't there before, or so she thought. Finally getting the start of a stumbling excuse out of her lips, she finally saw movement from the emotionless doll. Leaning towards her, she neared her hand, still stuck in mid-air in front of her, still wet with her warm fluids. Saying nothing, she started to lick her thin fingers, cleaning throughly and visibly enjoying her taste. The bad excuse died in her throat, her mind distracted with the feelings rushing to get her.
Moving now even closer, she started to perceive more of her presence there with her. Her delicate breath blowing on the back of her neck, making her hairs rise with anticipation. Nagato's head now past her as she embraced her softly, almost as if trying to not let her go. 'It's ok' she softly whispered in her ear, the only phrase she had uttered so far. Promptly, she started to nimble her ears, making her whole body tense with delight. Losing herself to the events, Ryouko felt an alien hand slipping up her back under her blouse, touching and roaming. Pushing her a little apart, she looked at the now blushed face, her small lips moist with her heavy breathing, as she swiftly undid her bow. Pulling it off, Asakura took over her small chest, quickly taking off her blouse, Yuki's arms in the air as she helped her.
As they peeled off their clothes, Ryouko's fingers hungrily roamed through her small body, enjoying every last corner of her terse pale skin as she exposed it. She enjoyed as well the feel of Yuki's fingers as they ran through her own body, sliding and unclasping. Looking at her slender body glowing in the evening sun, she noticed how the once far away sound of heavy breaths had become her own, the familiar breeze going over her naked body.