[ A small, breathy noise escapes her as he presses her downward, not just to sit at the futon but to lie against it. For as many times as they've been like this, it still makes her heart swell, those feelings of safety and comfort only multiplied by their unexpected reunion. Muscle memory makes her arch her back beneath him, Maiya lifting her shoulders so that his fingers can more easily open the clasp and strip her bare. ]
Kiritsugu...
[ Without thinking, she murmurs his name again, saying it merely for the sake of saying his name. Her voice is barely a breath, sighed against the side of his face as her fingers bunch in his hair. ]
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Kiritsugu...
[ Without thinking, she murmurs his name again, saying it merely for the sake of saying his name. Her voice is barely a breath, sighed against the side of his face as her fingers bunch in his hair. ]