<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6gHyA34.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Kugetsuki Shiori</span></strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=236641.msg11654413#msg11654413)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kirigakure, Kawamura Sushi<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Zato Ichimaru, Sayuri<br/><hr/><br/>So enraptured by the entanglement Shiori that she was initially confused as she felt the quiet warrior pull away from her, introducing a lost expression on her lovely countenance. It felt strangely fulfilling to have his warm, firmly developed profile to lean on, so close and intimate that he could had claimed her lips with but a turn of his head, only to feel it all disappear as he gently pushed her back into her seat, replaced by an emptiness that left her with a deep wanting. Her grey-blue eyes searched up for his face, fighting for a staunchly stoic expression while a red-hot heat still beat on his cheeks, holding his hands out on the table firmly. His male instincts were clearly excited at the prospect she pulled before him, but still, he was displaying the restraint and discipline he was so known for, for the sake of his teammate.<em>Why would he do that? It was just a bit of skinship amongst teammates, wasn't it?</em><br/><br/>It took the bewildered Iryou-nin a few seconds into the conversation to hear the discussion they were having, but it wasn't until Ichimaru replied, insisting that they were just friends, and reiterating the issues with having intimate relationships with one's teammates that it finally started to reach her mind, her greater sense regaining control. Reluctantly, she pulled her left hand off his thigh, and placed her own hands on her lap, holding them firmly together there in a rather demure posture, firmly holding to herself with the same resolve as Ichimaru was displaying in having his hands on the table. Amusingly enough, when Sayuri asked the question, she found the much shorter kunoichi almost mirroring the tall swordsman in shaking her head, and looking away with a matching deep rose tint, running mostly off instinct to shy away from Ichimaru, even though she knew he couldn't see her blushing countenance. Unfortunately, it was at least partially out of shame, not just simple modesty.<br/><br/><em>I was losing it there. Thank you, Ichimaru, for holding me back, even if you didn't realize it.</em>Still, a relief though it might had been, the overlying problem still remained. She was hungry. She needed to feed. Or this was just going to keep happening, and she might not be as lucky next time.<br/><br/>It was her initial inclination to dismiss herself from the table, and step out for a moment, just to see if she couldn't find a nearby tree or a grassy gnoll to sate her desires. However, the suggestion from the voluptuous Kiri-kunoichi drew out a somewhat concerning thought to her mind. She was looking to have some alone time with a foreign male shinobi, and leaving now would ensure that she got it. Unfortunately, she might just have to hold it together for a bit longer.<br/><br/>"But, isn't that a bit...risky?" Shiori finally managed to peep up in her high-pitched voice, peeking up from her shameful blush. "I mean, I'm not going to judge, but every foreign ninja you meet here is just going to be your rival on the exam, isn't it?" She asked cautiously, seemingly regaining her thoughtfulness once more. However, she still didn't completely trust herself, holding her hands firm on her own lap, not comfortable yet with taking them off, lest she cling to her partner once more and risk the temptation.