*UNEDITED*
Setsura debated about it for a few minutes, before she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Kiss me Yang."
He traced her lips with his thumbs, "Right now you belong to me and only me. I'll make you forget about Akito, Setsura. when I'm done with you, you won't even be able to say his name."
Setsura didn't say much to that. She simply ran her hands through his now exposed chest. When did he get his shirt of? She stopped paying attention at some point, and just let Yang do whatever he wanted. At some point she felt her legs curl up due to the intensity, and aggressiveness. She looked up at him, sweat coated their bodies.
"Yang," she called out.
Yang glanced up at her, "Yeah?"
