The way that Kisuke responds to her acquiescence is so smooth as to be almost methodical, words softly given and clothing easily removed, Sookie barely having time to enjoy the stretch of warm, pale skin before his hands are against hers, wide and rough around the finger pads, as though he must have seen some heavy work in the day. And there's just enough uncertainty left between the two of them that Sookie feels her heart race, pounding against her ears, as she's pulled slightly closer to him, her own hands smoothing over the expanse of his chest.

It's been a while since she's been intimate with another person, but the last memories etched into her mind are of a face and presence she'd love nothing more to forget. She sets aside the thought of vines and the scent of flowers to instead settle her hands on Kisuke's hips, drawing them slightly closer as she tilts her head up and kisses as far up as she can reach, somewhere close to Kisuke's pulse point. Or where she imagines it'd be.

"Something tells me you're really not a man to deny yourself any sort of pleasure," she says, voice tight as she lifts her arms above her head, letting Kisuke pull her shirt up and over.