[ They're as bad as each other. Tsukuyo knows this whole thing is so much worse because she really does have feelings for him, but of course she will never admit that.

She can definitely feel the effect that simple touch of hers is having on him... Ordinarily, she would be overwhelmed. Freaked out. She still is really. But she also feels like she really needs this. It's overriding anything else. That's why she almost groans with frustration when he pulls away again.

It's true, she hasn't seen that look in Gintoki's eyes before. It's making her heart beat faster than it should and she's inwardly cursing at herself for that fact. That and the Cordis addled part of her brain that is extremely attuned to the fact that he wants her right now- and vice versa- and is taking extreme satisfaction in that. She can feel his hands traveling to one of those places that would normally land him in a suplex throw and she's trying really damn hard not to betray her own arousal when she responds. ]

Do ya wanna keep askin' me that until we both snap outta this in however many days this lasts? [ She's taken the tack of hiding the look on her face from him now by leaning forward and pressing her lips to his neck. She can't let him look her in the eyes when she says this next thing. ] ...Where's your bed?