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She bit her lower lip and cast her eyes downward. She slowly scooted closer until she was almost touching him.
Souzetsu ... what does it feel like? The power ... the ability to protect the people you must? Can you ... tell me please. Her hand clenched tightly into a fist and curled on her heart; her eyes were teary and far-away, lost in distant memories.
She shook herself out of her reverie.
I-I'm sorry if it's a strange question. But please ... I must know. She stared pleadingly at him.
Souzetsu looked up. "It's a good feeling." he said. "It's more neutral at the time. When you protect, it's out of necessity. When you're done, you don't feel happy, or even in the mood to celebrate. You just want to rest. Because you feel relieved." It did seem to be a strange question. Come to think of it, what was Souzetsu still doing here? He didn't seem impatient to get anywhere, but he would have gone somewhere if Rosalie hadn't stopped him.
Is that so? ... I always imagined it being exhilarating, being to stop the ones that would hurt your loved ones. I've always imagined it ... no more pain, no more suffering ... just a man - or in this case, a women - and a fight ... She sighed happily, her eyes brightening.
"It's pretty hard to be happy after you're tired from a long and hard battle. From a massive fight. It's hard to be exhilarated if you're exhausted from protecting. There's no reason to be happy, anyway. They're safe. You can be relieved, and then feel joy when you're with them again later. When you save someone, there's only the lingering thoughts of what you had to do to save them in the first place." Souzetsu seemed to know a lot. How often had he protected people? Who had he protected. A hollow roared somewhere in the background, albeit far away. Was it a worry? Probably not. Was it worth going after? Rosalie's call. She could ignore it and keep talking to Souzetsu if she wanted.
She flinched at the hollow's scream and instinctively pressed against his chest, her hands on his heart.
Wha- wha-? She looked and stared right at him; realizing what she was doing, she jumped away, a major blush on her cheeks and her hands covering her face.
s-sorry ... you just ... remind a lot ... like someone I used to know ... so sorry .... She whispered through her hands. She peeked to see his reaction.
When Rosalie pressed against Souzetsu, he could see a lot. For one thing, the skirt flew up a bit, so he could see the underwear. For two, her shirt was pretty tight, and he could see down her shirt to her breasts. Souzetsu wasn't experienced at all. And here out of the blue, this random girl was pressing her body against his. When she got off, Souzetsu was actually blushing too. He was pink at the ears and face. He didn't say anything, he wasn't really sure. "You should...Uh..." He trailed off.
"Cover up a bit more. There's...there's a lot showing." The blush wouldn't go away. "If you want to put your dress back on I'll uh...look away." He seemed almost too eager to cover his eyes and turn around. He obviously wasn't gay, but he was definitely too innocent. He probably had zero experience despite his obvious late teen age. Well, being a Fullbringer of such a high level, he'd probably spent most of his life getting stronger, and undergoing some type of mission. Otherwise he wouldn't be so powerful. Yeah, that was probably it. He was strong enough that he must have done something. No time for women. Therefore, zero experience. If only Kuroi could see Souzetsu now...
Rosalie peeked to see his blush, which just caused her to blush deeper, her face now a deep maroon, in direct contrast towards her hair and outer attire.
Y-ya ... I'll, just, uh ... just do that ... She blushed deeper and waited till her turned. Slipping off her black top and purple skirt, as well as all other accessories, and folded them, laying them on the ground. She slipped the dress up over head and slid it down, the bottom flaring out. Her hair cascaded down her shoulder, no longer held up by her ribbon. She zipped up most of the zipper.
Oh damn. Souzetsu ... could you help me? I ... can't reach. A smile lingered on her face. Now, with the darker stuff off of her, she was, indeed, beautiful. Even with the multitude of scars, she was still beautiful; indeed, if anything, they added to her beauty. The yellow dress hugged her curves just right, of a very modest length. It showed off her legs below the thighs. Her rather beautiful, long legs, that would have average men drooling in lust. However, Souzetsu was not an average man.
True to his word, Souzetsu remained stationary, facing away from Rosalie while she took off her clothes. Well, maybe he should have suggested it in a slightly different way. They were kind of in the middle of the street. Anyone could pass by and just see Rosalie. She was injured too, so the situation wouldn't be great. Souzetsu would obviously stop them, but he didn't want that hassle in the first place. And then, bam. Rosalie did the one thing that he'd clearly been hoping she wouldn't do. Ask him to zip the dress. Sure, he could zip it. But it was really hard to do.
Women obviously didn't realize how much of their bare back they exposed when they asked men to do that. "S...sure.." Souzetsu stammered, going behind Rosalie. He quickly zipped her dress up, taking notice of the legs, and glancing away. Rosalie's thoughts were right. Souzetsu wasn't an average man. Aside from being really strong, he was way more innocent than any other guy. Most guys would be trying to seduce Rosalie or something around this point. Souzetsu was too innocent to realize that something like that was possible.
He didn't have plans for it at all. It started to rain, and the Hollow roared again. "So...uhh...Let's go somewhere and get out of this rain. You can lead." Souzetsu said. Though, Rosalie would probably be able to decipher his ulterior motive. He didn't want to see her all wet with rain. That would be indecent. The Hollow roared a third time. It was getting annoying.
Y-ya. Let's er ... do that. Already her hair was soaked. She flinched again at the roar of the hollow, falling into his arms.
She pulled herself together.
We'll uh ... go this way. She mumbled, blushing deeply and biting her lower lip. She hurried through the rain.
---Five minutes Later---
Souzetsu's original had failed; of course, Rosalie was soaked through by now; thankfully for him, the dress was thick enough to fully reveal her bra. However, it did reveal the color (purple) and cling to her rather ... developed body. She looked around and kicked open a chained door. Grabbing Souzetsu's hand, she rushed him inside. Bringing out a lighter, she proceeded to light candle's scattered across the room.
What the dim light of the candles revealed was a spare room, bare except for a twin bed, a chair, and a hard wooden table, cluttered with papers and books of all kinds.
She spread her arms wide. Welcome to my humble abode! To herself, she murmured, Peut-être que maintenant je vais avoir des réponses.
When Rosalie jumped into Souzetsu's arms again, his blush deepened, and didn't go away. Then, five minutes through the rain to soak them, and they were in her room. Souzetsu CLEARLY had no idea how this happened. Clearly in all caps. He was looking absolutely flabbergasted as this change of events. And he could see her bra. Well, part of it. Not all. Still indecent. He could see her curves too. And he was obviously ridiculously nervous. He didn't know what to do, clearly. Souzetsu looked around the room at first, surveying it. He wasn't really surveying it out of interest.
"N...Nice room..." he muttered. He was definitely just surveying it to not look at Rosalie's body. Souzetsu was nervous. Originally he'd come off as cool. He was cool. Strong, cool, a protector. Just one flaw. Bad with women. Nervous around them. Innocent. Inexperienced. Huh, surprisingly he was probably easy to manipulate in that way. Or at least to a certain degree. He'd probably mess it up because he was probably also a bit dense about this sort of thing. "Do you mind if I..uh...dry my jacket somewhere?" Souzetsu asked. He didn't mind a wet t-shirt or pants, but the jacket would have to dry. Souzetsu had probably been hoping a Hollow would stop them so that any momentum built here would be destroyed.
Thanks. Though it's not exactly my room ... She cast her eyes downward, biting her lower lip, slightly guilty.
W-what? Ya ... down the hall, first right. Don't worry, they aren't home right now ... though their dog might. They normally bring him with them ... but recently ... She shook herself. Don't worry! Someone like you shouldn't worry about a dog! She giggled lightly.
She looked down the hall and waited for him to go to the dryer. Grinning, she ran back to the bed and reached under it, bringing out a cardboard, inside which a pair of silken pajamas were hidden. Blushing a little bit, she started to change.
They were very, well, indecent. They barely her breasts, just covering her nipples. It ended roughly at her neck line, and right above the belly button. The shorts were much too short, tight, revealing; if it was a skirt, her panties would be showing. They are, of course, purple. She laid down on the bed and waited.
Souzetsu returned without his jacket, only a tight white t-shirt (wet) and black jeans (wet). He'd gone to the trouble of taking his shoes and socks off, so he was barefoot too. As soon as he walked into the room, he saw Rosalie. He stared, and then shook his head, and covered his eyes for a second. A deep blush was making its way up Souzetsu's face. He uncovered his eyes. "Why?!" he demanded. He pointed at Rosalie's outfit, and the blush kept coming on. Souzetsu shook his head. "Why th...those clothes?!"
"They look great on you but..but..." He was stammering, losing his ability to speak. Souzetsu was definitely going to explode from that. He inhaled, and then exhaled, trying to calm himself down. He'd returned quickly, faster than Rosalie had intended, most likely. Therefore, she had no time to get under the bed covers or anything before he saw. And Souzetsu could now no longer unsee. It was something along the lines of "Oh my god, why?" He was in a bad situation, being an innocent and all.
She cocked her head and sat up, her boobs jiggling anime-style.
I'm getting ready for bed. These are just my pajamas. She giggled lightly at my blush. Do you like them? She stood up and walked up close to him - perhaps a little too close - and twirled. So? Whadya think?
An impish look was in her eyes. she knew what she was doing to the poor man. Her hands were waving back and forth. Her cleavage - or, in this case, Grand Canyon-age - were almost forcing her breasts out of the strips of cloth. A small smirk was on her face. She leaned forward, resting herself on the table. She whispered breathily, sexily, "Do you ... like them ... ? Do you find them ... sexy? Am I making you ... a bit nervous, perhaps? She sexily rubbed her hand up his arm, his neck, and finally, his face.
Souzetsu shook his head, trying desperately to clear it. Rosalie wasn't letting him have much peace. He looked at her body, which she was exposing completely. He was seeing a lot more flesh than cloth. He tried to cover his eyes, but that wasn't working. It just put mental images up. It was probably less decent to stop looking now. Souzetsu reached out, grabbing Rosalie's wrist at his face. He wasn't sure what he was doing, obviously, but he was nervous enough that his actions lost rationality. For the most part, anyway, he was trying to remain calm.
And, with nothing else in view to grab onto, he chose her wrist. Technically, it was the wrong move. But hey, the poor innocent guy was being taunted by a woman's sex appeal. He had no idea how to face that. Unless she was going to try to kill him, in which case he'd just shoot her. But since she probably wasn't trying to kill Souzetsu, this left only one thing. She was teasing him for the fun of it. And it was driving Souzetsu nuts. "I...it looks good..." he admitted. "I...I mean...That is...you look great...But...uh..." Yeah, he was losing his mind completely.
She moved her face closer on his, her lips almost brushing his. Her breath smelled faintly of mint, and ... something else, pine? No, that's not it. Whatever it was, it was intoxicating.
She stood and scooted closer, almost sitting on his lap.
Do you ... like me, Souzetsu? Do you ... want me? She breathed this, tantalizing, breathtakingly sexy. She rubbed his leg a little bit, moving up his stomach and stopping on his heart. Your heart ... it's racing. I wonder why that would be .... She let that statement hang and slowly moved upwards, almost rubbing her body on his. She slowly kissed him on the cheek; where she kissed, a purple stain was left over.