Aftermath of Desire

Rin's gaze lingered on Saki's face, her eyes drinking in the sight of her lover's swollen lips and flushed skin. She seemed to be savoring the moment, her chest rising and falling with a slow, satisfied breath. As she turned to grab a rag and medical supplies, her eyes roamed over Saki's naked body, taking in the array of bruises and scratches that marred her skin. Saki lay still, her eyes fixed on some point above, her expression distant and detached. Rin couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and satisfaction as she gazed upon the damage she had wrought. She reached out a hand, her fingers tracing the curve of Saki's bruised cheek, her touch gentle. For a moment, Rin simply stood there, admiring her handiwork. She rubbed her hands together, a gesture almost animalistic, as if she was proud of the marks she had left on Saki's body. It was a primal, possessive gesture, one that spoke to the depths of her desire and passion. Nozomi, still crying softly, seemed to sense Rin's movement, her eyes flicking up to meet hers. For a moment, the two women locked gazes, a silent understanding passing between them. Then, Nozomi turned back to Saki, her face etched with concern. As Rin began to clean Saki's wounds, her touch was gentle, almost reverent. She worked slowly, carefully, her eyes never leaving Saki's face. Nozomi, meanwhile, leaned forward, her lips brushing against Saki's in a soft, comforting kiss. Saki barely responded, her body still lax and unmoving. Despite her lack of response, Nozomi continued to kiss her, her touch light and soothing. Rin watched, her eyes flicking between the two women, a small, enigmatic smile playing on her lips. As she worked, she seemed to be savoring the moment, her gaze drinking in the sight of Saki's battered body and Nozomi's gentle ministrations. As she finished cleaning Saki's wounds, Rin stood back, her eyes roving over Saki's body once more. She seemed to be taking stock, her gaze lingering on the various bruises and scratches that marred Saki's skin. For a moment, she simply stood there, her chest rising and falling with a slow, satisfied breath. Then, without a word, Rin turned and walked away, leaving Nozomi to keep watch over Saki's still form. As she disappeared from view, Nozomi's kisses grew more insistent, her lips pressing against Saki's in a desperate bid for a response. But Saki remained still, her eyes fixed on some point above, her expression distant and detached.