A Brief Respite

It's not everyday one finds themselves casually conversing with a Hashira, Karin had noted. A hum befell her lips at the events that had transpired only moments ago, learning that the man she had stumbled across and had asked to dinner was her superior, and a thrice wed one was the cherry on top. Observing his chiseled physique stretch caused her gaze to flicker downwards the muscular arms to the sturdy palms littered with callouses; old and new. Strength was something Karin cared very little for, but seeing someone strut it so confidently in the same manor as the Sound Hashira plagued the brunette's mind with unadulterated thoughts of her lithe form underneath his, slick with sweat--

"Oi," The timber of his voice beckoned her from her vivid desires, a smirk hanging off his kissable lips. Shit, the way his magenta hues sparkled with mirth as they traced her figure made a trembling dance across her body. "See something you like?"

A hum fell from the back of Karin's throat as chestnut locks tumbled down her dainty shoulder as porcelain veneers nipped at the curve of her bottom lip."Maybe." Was her coy reply, bubblegum pink eyes shifting away from his intense gaze. The shifting of clothes darted her attention back to him, a gasp leaving her mouth as a calloused palm cupped and cradled her chin in its grasp, forcing her gaze upwards at the much taller figure.

Karin's breath hitched in her throat as lips smothered against her own in a heated kiss, cheekbones dusting with a crimson hue that tickled the tips of her ears as her lithe figure melted into his strong embrace. Heavy lidded eyes fluttered closed behind the curtain of raven lashes, meekly returning the kiss with fervor, arms winding around broad shoulders to keep him close. She could feel the smirk on his lips as he ultimately pulled back, fingers curling into her thick locks as lips descended across the nape of her neck, laving the skin with his tongue and teeth to mark her as his.

"A-Ah, Tengen..." She uttered out a moan, daintily biting down at her index finger to suppress a moan as fingers on her free hand curled into the Hashira uniform on his body; a plea for him to stop. Pulling back, a grin crossed Tengen's features as he brushed back the long locks from her neck to view the mark on her pale skin.

"Something to remember me by," He started, releasing the grip on her to stand. "Until we flamboyantly meet again." And with a wink, he disappeared.