“Halfway is often closer than one would think. It is all about attitude.” The samurai offers a sly grin, this time the expression unhidden by the bowl of steaming hot tea cusped her in fingers. They were strong fingers yet still so delicate looking, hardly believable that they belonged to a woman who could kill a man with a few deft strokes of a katana, like an artist that dealt in death. When Sakura does admit to receiving her letters the other woman immediately looks more relieved, her delicate and noble features setting into a something that resembled unbridled happiness. It was not often that she could show her true emotions to anyone. Society dictated that she hide herself behind a mask, a mask of porcelain skil, and violet eyes that were to remain stoic and uncaring. Those same violet eyes danced with joy now along with a great many other complex emotions as she looked over her quite frankly, beautiful lover.<br/><br/>Sayomi knew it must have been hard on Sakura, their time apart, but she put no thought into just how dangerous it could have been for her as well. Sayomi risked her knighthood and honor, her life and Sakura did very much the same with her own life. They were worlds apart , entirely different beings by virtue of the position they were born into yet they were so similar that it often struck Sayomi as odd just how much her little Yuri sacrificed, just like she had. “After all, if a blade were to pass halfway to my neck I would say that was close.” The elegant woman raises a brow at her lover in return when that wonderfully sly and cheeky grin is shown to her. It was a powerful expression and Sakura wore it wielded it as if t were a masterful weapon and she its master, long skilled in its use.<br/><br/>It felt like it took an eternity for her to inch closer until their knees touch and despite the heavy silk of her own kimono Sayomi couldn’t help but shiver at the slight warmth she felt against that one small point of her body. “ Oh it is most certainly too short a time. After all if it came to forever there are many things I’d wish to languish in with you… but oh so little time in a day.”  When her lover begins the game of cat and mouse, hiding behind her sly words and grin Sakeya also sets down her tea and without hesitation takes her lovers right wrist in her opposite hand, using gentle but firm strength to pull her lover towards her and turn that lovely, slender body into her own. It was often her lover loved to play coy, to hide behind her hair and playful looks but it was rare that Sakeya was so forward. The samurai had clearly missed Sakura and tonight’s game was looking to be a little rougher than anticipated if Sakura were to playfully struggle like she hoped for. “Then tell me just how you want to make up that time, my yuri. I could share some of my own ideas for an eternity with you, snow lilly.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>