Beauty and the Bowl [Asami, Kyo]

"Good, I would be upset for you too."

That cute little pout shifted back into an impish smile as Kyo leaned closer too, and there was only one real response to that subtle advance. With one hand pinned beneath his own, she outstretched the other until her hand was wrapped around the back of Kyo's head. Asami let her fingers do all the work, pulling at the hairs on the base of his neck as she edged ever so slightly closer too.

"We can work with less, can't we?"

He chuckled at that comment, quite clearly all too willing to move at her pace. But he was still the Big Bowl of Sawachika, a man without peer even if he would never be the head of the family, and he would never be the sort to simply be led in entirety.

"Just work with it? I think we're both resourceful enough to make less into more than enough, don't you?"

Closing the distance between them all the more, he didn't stop until his lips were a hair's breadth from hers. He knew he could have closed it entirely, but that would've been far more brutish, wouldn't it?

She watched him now properly approach, mirroring it in turn with her own movements, until he was so close that she could feel his breath upon her lips. Her fingers upon the back of his head tensed in anticipation of him stealing a kiss, but he did not yet choose to take it from her. This was their show, not just something for his own selfish pursuits as had no doubt been the fate of many a woman in a similar position as her.

"Good, I do not aspire to disappoint."

He had earned this, just as she had.

Pushing forward those final few millimetres, Asami's lips planted firmly upon his own. There was a hunger to them certainly, but it was not baseless. Purposefully laying claim to a little more of Kyo with every passing moment. Not enough that she took him all, but enough to leave her unique taste lingering upon his lips.