Kokomi's Study

Tummy

Sangonomiya Kokomi was seated in her study at Sangonomiya Shrine, busily scribbling away. The Raiden Shogun had recently revoked the Vision Hunt Decree and that meant that she had to do a lot of extra work to help her troops' families, pay for funerals of those lost in the war and so on. She was quite stressed with the amount of work if she had to be honest. She had never had this much pressure put on her, even with her Divine Priestess duties.

Suddenly, her door flew open, and Kokomi was more than ready to swear at the person who'd decided to enter without her explicit permission. She glances up at the person who decided to be so rude, and to her surprise it's General Kujou Sara. The General lazily smirks at Kokomi, leaning on the doorframe. "Hey there, Princess," drawls Sara, stepping forward, her gait relaxed and carefree, and Kokomi could merely only stare at what felt like meeting an intoxicated Sara. The woman takes a seat upon Kokomi's table, as some documents fall to the ground.

"Sara, you're messing up my papers, please get up," says Kokomi coolly. "Oh, am I? Princess, I think we may have more important matters than this," states Sara, her laid - back demeanor disappearing almost instantly.

"Like?" questions Kokomi, scoffing. Sara shuffles forward even more, chucking the documents onto the ground, and pressing a finger to the lips of a protesting Kokomi. She crosses her legs and the pompom sash attached to the cut pieces of decorative fabric drapes to the sides, exposing her well - toned legs.

Kokomi gulps and Sara notices her gaze traveling to her legs. "No-no, Princess, none of that now," smirks Sara. "N-None of what, General?" replies Kokomi, attempting to keep a serious expression on her face but she simply can't help herself from blushing furiously. "I saw you staring at my legs. What, you like them that much?" taunts Sara playfully, as Kokomi blushes even harder.

"Don't... insinuate I did any of those things. I was merely... glancing! Yes, I was glancing at your yuigesa (pompom sash). It's quite adorable," mutters Kokomi. "Oh, really now?" chuckles Sara, jumping off Kokomi's desk with a neat little 'clack' as she landed on her geta. She walked around the room without speaking, and Kokomi took this as an indicator to continue doing her work. "Are you really going to continue your work now, Princess?" asks Sara, stopping. "Would you please stop with that ridiculous nickname, Kujou Sara? And yes, I presumed you were done with whatever just happened so i thought it appropriate to continue my work. The removal of the Vision Hunt Decree has done a huge toll on me and my troops, Sara. You can't just expect me to parade around as you do just enjoying my time!" retorts Kokomi, breathing in sharply huffing after saying so much in a single breath.

"You sound stressed, love. Let me ease your worries," murmurs Sara, as she makes her way over to Kokomi, and gently plucks the pen out of Kokomi's fingers, tossing the papers to the side. She gently caresses Kokomi's peach - colored hair, her hands weaving through the soft locks.

Kokomi can't help her lips from crinkling into a smile at the usually fierce and stern Sara being so soft and gentle with her.

And that's when she thought wrong.

Out of nowhere, Sara's hands start to trail down her body, brushing against her bow as one of her gloved hands rests on Kokomi's stomach. "I do question why you leave your stomach exposed like this, Koko," laughs Sara, and Kokomi feels like she could just melt from Sara's touch.

Her voice, her touch, her hands entangled in that dark hair...

Kokomi didn't want to admit it, but she wanted Sara. And bad.

Before she could open her mouth, Sara's hands start to prod around her navel, dangerously slipping closer and closer to her white shorts. The Divine Priestess had never wished more for not wearing her usual attire then, because she was completely certain that Sara could clearly see her shorts soaking with arousal.