"But I love you, boss, please..." It was almost like the alcohol turned him into a needy child, emotions coming out that he would be more comfortable with hiding.
Megohime moves forward and held Masamune, feeling her tears slip down her cheeks. “I’m sorry.. I wish I could run away with you, work on my cooking with you..”
Megohime let out a small noise against his lips, sitting back on the desk and pushing a few things off the top in the process. She held him close by his shirt, greedily, like she needed to feel his body against hers.
Megohime didn’t seem to bothered by his inexperience, working with him and picking up any slack. She guided his hands to where she wanted to be touched, murmuring in his ear how to touch her and how hard, in turn paying attention to his needs.