[Aki has similar thoughts: If, the next mission they have, a devil were to slice her down the middle, would it be so awful, if it means pulling Denji down to the floor and pinning her under her legs, pushing her nose into the injury like shoving a naughty dog into the mess it's made? Even if it's not her fault, even if Aki takes responsibility for all the things that have happened to her body, it's a tempting idea, to let someone else take responsibility, and thus heal them. How, instead of looking at them in the shower as she scrubs her body, she could trace them in the bath and remember what Denji's lips felt like in that particular moment.]
[Or tongue. She slides her tongue into her belly button and Aki nearly responds with violence, has the brief instinct to yank her back by the hair and sneer in her face, insult her, call her disgusting. Don't touch there, there's nothing there. It shouldn't feel like anything. But none of this should feel like anything and yet it does, and with Denji already at the crest of her hips, it's all too tempting to edge her further along.]
You know there's more.
[Spoken as fact. At some point she's leaned back and down onto her elbows, gazing at Denji over the rise of her chest, down the slope of her stomach. She pushes herself up off one elbow to reach down and snag the edge of her pants, tugging it down - but leaving her panties in place, just revealing the skin down her hips and thighs. On the inside of the left one is an inch-long scar, curving right along the bone, like someone attempted to slice along the top of her femur and dislodge her leg from the rest of her body. Unsuccessful, obviously, but the mark remains, and Aki stares at Denji, daring her. Or maybe ordering her, is more like it, since this isn't exactly a dare she'll trade for a truth instead.]
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[Or tongue. She slides her tongue into her belly button and Aki nearly responds with violence, has the brief instinct to yank her back by the hair and sneer in her face, insult her, call her disgusting. Don't touch there, there's nothing there. It shouldn't feel like anything. But none of this should feel like anything and yet it does, and with Denji already at the crest of her hips, it's all too tempting to edge her further along.]
You know there's more.
[Spoken as fact. At some point she's leaned back and down onto her elbows, gazing at Denji over the rise of her chest, down the slope of her stomach. She pushes herself up off one elbow to reach down and snag the edge of her pants, tugging it down - but leaving her panties in place, just revealing the skin down her hips and thighs. On the inside of the left one is an inch-long scar, curving right along the bone, like someone attempted to slice along the top of her femur and dislodge her leg from the rest of her body. Unsuccessful, obviously, but the mark remains, and Aki stares at Denji, daring her. Or maybe ordering her, is more like it, since this isn't exactly a dare she'll trade for a truth instead.]