[Now she's stirring to wakefulness -- not there yet, but closer. She's beginning to be aware of straddling two worlds: one where she is&isn't Kyoshi, kissing her lover with the sound of waves lapping in the background, and one where she hears nothing, feels only a futon at her back and a man's hands against her. It's strange, feeling a t-shirt come off while Taya strips her of her kimono; feeling a bra come off while Taya unwinds her sarashi. It's confusing, and a hint of her confusion comes out in her little heated whimpers. Her hands settle on his waist as she arches into him.]
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