<div class="floatright">(http://moe.animecharactersdatabase.com/images/dnangel/Dark_Mousy.jpg)</div><br/>Daichi bit his lower lip in doubt as she made her initial invitation to look at her.  Gods, how he wanted to, but he somehow still managed to have doubts in his mind about whether it would be appropriate.  With her presenting herself so openly, it was all he could do just to keep her at the very edges of his peripheries.  Then came the reassurance that he was allowed to and was in fact encouraged to do so without fear of retribution.  He drew in a slow, steadying breath and held it as he turned his head slowly to face her directly.  When the breath was finally loosed, it came out with a shudder as he could see the full glory of Sarah's naked form.  She was beautiful and devious.  Whether that combination would be his downfall or his ascent, that would be a matter of time and opinion.  Either way, he was hypnotized by it now that he finally allowed himself to admire her openly at her request.<strong>"You look... amazing."</strong><br/><br/>When she first started talking again, it took him a moment to pull his attention away from all that enticing flesh to meet her gorgeous green eyes.  Daichi tilted his head ever so slightly in bewilderment, wondering how he had put her at a disadvantage and if he had actually done something wrong by actually taking her up on her offer to look.  Though when she made it clear what she wanted, he took a moment to consider as his eyes slowly drifted back down her body.  Suddenly he felt as though his clothes were an obtrusive presence as his libido was all but victorious in the battle over his will.  Licking his lips in anticipation for whatever awaited him down this particular path, his hands moved to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head revealing a lean frame built from agile leonine muscles.  The sort that implied fortunate genetics and moderate activity rather than countless hours at the gym or on a track.<br/><br/>Once the shirt was tossed aside, he stood and allowed his new clothes to fall from his lap to the ground once again revealing his excitement that had never really been a secret.  Daichi hooked his thumbs at the waistline of his shorts and dropped them to his feet.  With each article of clothing he discarded, his anxiety gained some measure of fortifications in the war and he hesitated once his thumbs were hooked at the waistline of his boxers.  Though they did very little to hide what was awaiting beneath them, he still found it difficult to press on.<strong>"A-are you sure?  I've never done anything like this before..."</strong>