Benjamin cupped her face with both of his hands, his thumbs stroking the damp tracks down her cheeks, and she sighed into his mouth like she'd been holding her breath for centuries.
It began to grow hotter and deeper. Sakura led Benjamin to sit down on the dragon-designed seat, then she climbed on him and sat, her pale thighs visible as the kimono she wore went up.
The carved stone was cool beneath him, the dragon's stone scales were pressing into his back through his kosode, but Sakura's heat overwhelmed everything else.
She was settled fully on his lap, with her knees bracketing his hips, and the silk of her kimono sliding higher until smooth skin met the rough fabric of his hakama.
Her weight was light and almost deliberate; more grounding. She leaned in again and kissed him, her lips parting, her tongue seeking his tongue in slow, hungry rubs.
They continued to kiss;
"Benjamin, smooch, I love you. I love you so much, smooch!"
"Sakura, smooch, I love you, smooch."
