H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

Tanaka rolls to his side, jaw stretching wide in a long yawn. He blinks open sleep encrusted eyes and when his vision clears, he smiles.

Even asleep, she’s stunning.

A familiar itch erupts in the tips of his fingers, spreading quickly to his palms, then arms; the urge to touch.

He loves touching her.

Cupping her face, ruffling her hair, massaging her neck, it doesn’t matter. Where she’ll let him, he’s eager to touch. His smiles widens as flashes of last night play before his mind’s eye, remembrance of just where she lets him touch and how.

It stirs the longing, feeds it like a greedy animal until the absence of the feel of her skin grows too great. He shifts closer, the weight of his body on the mattress rolling her nearer to him as he lays his palm against her stomach. She moves into his touch, snorting a bit when he accidentally tickles her ribs.

His eyes trail over her, mouth watering and lips tingling to kiss every inch. When his gaze reaches her face, he finds her eyes on him, a sleepy smile in place.

She stretches, revealing more of the curves he longs for, an unintentional seduction. “Good morning,” she says, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Mornin’,” he replies, gripping her hip. “Sleep good?”

She nods, yawning. “Wouldn’t have minded a bit more of it,” she teases.

“Sorry.” His hand leaves its perch, sliding over her waist up to wrap around her breast. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

“You’ve always been an instigator, Ryu,” she sighs, adjusting her position as he climbs on top of her, body pressing her firmly into the mattress.

His skin is always so warm.

He nuzzles her neck, planting slow, open mouthed kisses down her throat. “I’ll always want more of you.” A kiss to her temple, sweet and light. “As much as you want to give, I’ll take.” His face appears above hers, eyes momentarily serious as he says, “And I’ll give you everything of me in return.”

“Since when did you become so smooth?” she asks, an attempt to lighten the suddenly heavy mood.

He smiles, warm and sincere before leaning his forehead against hers. “Since you,” he answers easily and her laughter shakes against his chest making him smile wider. “Round two?” he asks, mouth returning to her neck igniting her nerves.

He groans when her hand wraps around his staff.

She can initiate too.