tsukimihara | ( 10 ) We spies, we slow hands.

( Frankly, he hadn't been expecting such a proposition; from a young woman nearly ten years his junior, no less. To Kiritsugu, he merely saw it as another job. Their interests just happened to align, was all. Not uncommon when you deal in the business of killing. In particular, a magus he'd been hunting down with some prejudice.

So why the interest in him? Should he even attempt to decipher her motives? God forbid she try to keep him around after this incident.

But to her request, he would at least do as much to indulge her-- pragmatic as he was. Recalling his own last sexual encounter having been some months ago, allowing himself to fall into a habit of single-minded attention to his work. If he were being honest, the stress was beginning to wear on him.

For Five's part, she'd not even been bound or held against the bed, though she might as well be. Under Kiritsugu's hypnosis, her movements-- no matter how insignificant, down to her very breathing, belonged to him, turning Five into little more than a marionette. Her thoughts were still her own, of course. It was important to Kiritsugu that she be able to convey her satisfaction or displeasure to him, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

He's in no rush to act of his own accord, once Kiritsugu takes his place beside Five on the bed, but she will feel her own hand rising to cup and fondle her breast through the thin silk of her nightgown. As it seems, Kiritsugu is content to take his time with her. )