Magnixx would have to endure the solitude Hisame extends thru hiding as he finds the room empty with only lavender perfume permeating the air; whetting the appetite for a feast of fleshly delights fit for a king. However loneliness will not last long because his words are cue to make entrance in slow, creaking steps down the hallway. She hugs the wall at the door's right edge and peeks in with eye, bangs and dangling right arm glowing warmly in the light to see him standing there as she issues a simple command. "Sit and be comfortable."

Acquiescence will be rewarded with her left hand's inching pull of her showing sleeve to reveal the slender curves of her shoulder and neck. She slides along the hard wood of the door frame to lean in the opening with legs crossed as the teasing fingers rub the edge of her kimono's right collar fold, down the soft silk and back up her breast; tugging it down with a second pass to tickle his imagination but not quite expose what's beneath. The other hand slithers down the showing leg to peel back the skirt and reveal the calf at the knee before crawling upward, slowly giving full view of the side of her buttocks. Then she rolls her head right and lets locks fall before whipping them left and pushing herself off, letting the fabric fall before stepping forward with crossing steps and hair betwixt her busom. One footfall at a time as hands hold the hems of her kimono's collar and playfully swirls them in slow circles of teasing revelation; always so close to the sweet eye candy but never quite able to get past the scarlet rim of the bra below, her glittering gaze burning into his with the scorch of desire. 

Halfway to him, her palms slide further down to the sash holding her garment together; she bites her smiling lower lip and takes hold with both hands, loosening it left and right to her stride. Once free, Hisame takes the long silken piece in her right hand and whirls it around her body from the top down; fingertips guide it across every curve, licking the sweating flesh to her clear satisfaction of momentarily closing eyes and soft sighs. The unbound kimono draws a line of skin and red undergarment down her middle and as she sways she lets it roll off her shoulders and past past her back but no further. Arms bend at the elbows and she lifts the silken sash upward and over the back of his neck like a scarf, letting it dangle there over his chiseled chest like a trophy and cover him in her floral scent.

Now he his close enough to touch and hot hands span over his upper thighs, parting his legs to grant more space to fit herself in and lean toward his deliciously fit frame to meet breast-to-bra; bringing her lips close to his with a deep breath and hard, minty exhalation. However she won't let them meet, instead turning around to melt the curve of her back into his firm chest, grinding up and down while searching for a certain firmness against her rubbing rump. How their heat could reduce her to ashes; the embers within whirling into unquenchable flame made manifest in the turn of her face to look lovingly into eyes. A second, unspoken command she knew he'd understand. For she aches to be held in the embrace of lovers; stripped, kissed and made love to like a king with his queen.

If only for now; if only for today.