Feb. 22nd, 2013

cannotcrossdress: ([hakama] Soft Blush)
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Just as soon as Chizuru's bare back had adjusted to the cold winter air blowing in from outside, Yamazaki's cold fingers delicately dragged down the dip valley of her spine with a feathery-light pressure. She squirmed beneath him, gasping in order to hide her reflexive laughter. She knew this was meant to be a serious practice, but she'd never undergone acupuncture before. Although she'd agreed to it merely out of curiosity (isn't that always her motivation for the most ludicrous of things?), she had grown nervous in anticipation of the needles, which had her senses on edge.

She remained flat against the futon laid out on her bedroom floor, doors open to the hallways if only for propriety's sake. She quickly stilled herself, if only to avoid Yamazaki's curt scolding. Dare she peer over her shoulder? Steal a glance of the needles he was preparing?

Being bare-chested limited her range of movement, conveniently enough, so she remained pressed down onto the floor, eyes closed until Yamazaki's fingers lifted from her skin. She could feel the bumps of gooseflesh begin to rise where his fingers once were, but she shivered them away, burying her face in her arms.

She couldn't lose her nerve already. She'd agreed to helping him. These sorts of things required practice...and who better to help than someone who could heal if a mistake was made?
cannotcrossdress: ([hakama] Okita Blush)
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Chizuru could hear the voices of children from beyond the closed screen doors. Winter had started to melt away to spring, and Okita was usually one of the first to step onto the freshly dried soil after the snow had evaporated under the sun.

She could hear him taunting the children outside, his laughter cutting through the clamoring of children vying for his attention. It all brought a smile to her face, but not for the reason you would think.

While he was distracted with his playmates, she could sneak into him room and get a bit of cleaning done. He wasn't a slob by any stretch of the imagination, but his things could use a bit of airing out, and the dust collecting in the room probably didn't do that coughing of his any favors.

She couldn't dilly-dally though. Her luck had a way of quickly running out when it came to all matters concerning the 1st Division Shinsengumi Captain. She had to resist the urge to snoop a bit - it wasn't her place, and typically her sense of propriety won out over her insatiable curiosity.

She'd keep an eye out for Hijikata's collection of haiku, however...but she didn't waste any time in starting to wipe down all the surfaces of Okita's room. She'd save the bed linens for last, since they probably needed to be laundered with all the time he'd been spending in bed. Making a quick, yet thorough sweep across counter-tops and the ridges of doorways, Chizuru descended to her hands and knees to start on the floor. Bumping into his bed, his scent was knocked into the air, meeting her nostrils somewhere along the way. Stopping short of a clean swipe across the floor, Chizuru glanced up at Okita's futon, shifting closer to it and timidly gathering up his blankets in her arms. She stopped a moment and buried her face into the folds, slowly inhaling.

Although cold, the traces of his presence maintained a sense of warmth.


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