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When the redhead spoke, Youko's gaze shifted in her direction. "I never was. Honestly, it never crossed my mind," he said. "Mariketa gave me all the information I needed before I went to the sage. I always knew it wasn't your fault; that just didn't change he imagery." With that said, he took a moment to regain his composure, draining the blood from the moon until the mist around them disappeared. "At any rate, you're still in my Genjutsu."
Benihime's gaze flickered over Youko as he stated very clearly that he had never really been upset with her. That it was simply a matter of what he'd seen which made it hard to separate from his usual self. After a moment of thought she supposed she could understand it, she wasn't much on this sort of thing herself, and didn't feel many besides base emotions. As such she supposed not being able to tell where his anger was directed was her own fault for not speaking to him about it in the first place. After a few moments of silence, Youko seemed to gather himself, withdrawing the hateful red moon and its associated mists. While this happened the redhead considered her younger sister, and her foreknowledge, and wondered why she'd bothered with such a thing. This line of thought was soon disrupted by Youko's speech about the nature of the genjutsu they were still in. "Well, I suppose that is true," she then thought about something else. Something she wanted instead of this scenery and shifted it to something she liked, the Oasis she seemed to take place in a matter of seconds and the red haired woman would soon be seen atop a waterfall. If this was simply a matter of conviction it would stay this scene as she extended a hand to Youko. "Come on, this will be good." she mentioned, and if he came along they'd dive together into the water, experiencing the nice purifying sensation of it the woman always seemed to enjoy for herself, which was made out to be a Genjutsu within her own Genjutsu a single non-harmful experience she could provide for her husband and perhaps help quell his feelings the way she quelled her own. An idea, she'd taken from her son's use of Rasengan, though applied to something very different.
Benihime's acknowledgement of the Genjutsu led Youko to believe she would be aiming to escape from it very soon. Instead, she chose to transform the world into the image of an oasis, which she offered to have him join her in within moments of its creation. Not knowing where this was meant to go, he reached out to accept the woman's offer, and was soon diving into the water for reasons unknown.
With Youko accepting her hand and diving off the the water fall with her they'd soon be submerged within the calming waters. The waters themselves were the coolness and warm chakra cleansing feeling that she normally felt when she moved about in water. But soon it was just a series of the random Youko related thoughts she'd had since returning. None of them were at all negative, and if anything, seemed to show how much she'd rather be doing things with him which would replace her more traumatic experiences, and explained in general how distracting she found him. Things like how interested she was watching him work the forge. How attractive she always thought he was, how distracted she was when she entered and he was shirtless, how much she enjoyed laughing and joking with him while they were alone together. How amusing she always found their conversations, and even more so how much she'd enjoy the pair of them getting naked right now, and making up for most of this lost year. If all went to plan once she felt better in this, she'd push against the Genjutsu Youko had created originally shattering it like it was the bottom of a glass pool, and breaking herself out of it. If she was successful, she'd soon be looking back at Youko directly in front of her before reverting her eyes. "Hm, that feels weird still. How'd I do?"
As he sank into the water, what Youko saw beneath the surface was numerous visions of himself. Within these, he was either paired with, or apparently being watched by Benihime. It seemed to be the case that the deeper he sank, the more in-depth these images became, with one in particular being a scene he did not remember. Instead, it seemed to be a passing thought of a potential future.
Upon reaching the bottom of the oasis, Youko found that the Genjutsu was beginning to falter. Moments later, his consciousness returned to the outside world, where he stood before the red-haired woman at the forge. A moment passed before he returned to a normal state from the Genjutsu, but when he did, he was able to answer the immediate query of the Kazekage. "Well, I can at least say you're never going to live down any of what I just saw."
Youko seemed to see all he needed to, and had a rather immediate answer to her query. One which made her eyes widen slightly before she immediately turned her head a blush coming to her face in a way which was much more severe than it'd been in a long time. When she'd created those images she hadn't realized that she was actually laying all of her feelings bare, and she seemed to be a bit at a loss. "Ara... well... I mean..." she paused playfully cross. "You would tease me." she said her cheeks getting puffy in a surprisingly childish way. But when she looked his way again, he was still surprisingly close, she couldn't resist the desire to reach out and touch him now. The fingers of her right hand tracing the muscles of his chest and down his stomach as she subconsciously scooted towards the edge of the work bench, her legs open enough for his body to occupy the space between them, if only he took a step forward.
"I would," he replied. With the woman's hand against his torso, and her scooting toward the edge of the workbench, he grabbed her by the extended wrist and stepped between her open legs. "And you would fall right into it," he continued. It was then, that the white-haired blacksmith pulled Benihime's hand away from him, but used the open space between them afterwards to lean forward, raising his free hand to the woman's cheek as he brought their lips together for likely the first time in several months.
It seemed the blacksmith had a bit of sass left in him, as he clearly owned up to the fact that he would tease the crimson haired woman before him. Soon enough he'd grabbed her extended wrist and took the step forward which would let him occupy the space between her legs. He seemed to think she'd fall right in line for this teasing and she wanted to argue, except, he placed a hand on her cheek and brought their faces together for the first time in ages. They kissed and it was something worth enjoying, for her it would start innocently enough as a press of their lips, but if the Kazekage had anything to do with it, it would soon be something much more. She'd slip her tongue into his mouth after nibbling on his lips, she missed him and couldn't be happier to be experiencing this, in this very moment. Her legs closed around him as he occupied the space between them just to extend this feeling of closeness.
And just like that, it was as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened. Of course, it was the simple fact that nothing had happened between these two in a very long time which served to add purpose and intensity to the moment in which their lips locked, and Benihime chose to be the first to progress things beyond a simple gesture. This began with a simple lip nibble, but developed quickly into the woman sliding her tongue into his mouth, and wrapping her legs around him to cease any away movements he would have made. This made no difference to Youko, as his intentions were anything but moving away. In fact, he immediately responded to the tongue in his mouth by repeatedly thrashing and caressing it with his own tongue, while the hand he previously used to grab Benihime's wrist found its place gripping her hip instead.
Benihime also immediately felt as if nothing had changed between them. But it didn't stop the present since of urgency which she felt as she kissed her husband. Soon enough the man's arms had changed position so he was now holding her hip instead of her wrist. This freed one of the woman's hands to slide up, and around his neck with fingers soon to be entwined in white locks as she forced their faces closer together. All the while the tongues of the two of them seemed to dance inside and between their mouths. As this occurred her other hand was wandering further down his body tracing the line at the top of his hakama, as if she intended to slip said hand into his pants.