The room projected the most ambience the both of them could ask for.  Within this room, with its glistening white walls and tiles warmed to room temperature, the two of them were in a true state of peace; no sickness could afflict them now, no chills or sudden discomforts could cross them once they were sealed inside.  Their bodies were totally at ease, and their internals settled and became unnoticed as they embraced each other in silence.
        He was the first to break silence: “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
        She looked down at her chest to examine herself, wondering how well her flesh would appear under the gaze of another person once the layers of cotton and nylon were gone.  After a momentary look-see, she remembered her loyalty to the plan, looked her partner in the eyes and answer with calm, audible “Y-yes.”
        The boy was still confused about the whole thing at this point; normally he would’ve figured any girl who would actually want intercourse would find a bedroom and cut to the chase, but he knew that this wasn’t the sort of girl.  Maybe this was just a fetish of hers?  Nothing unusual about that…it was probably in the same ballpark as the tile game, just an interest manifested after extensive periods of being alone…
        He almost even felt bad about having to do this, if that was believable…why, just look at this girl.  She looked beautiful even if she was in a generic school uniform.  You could hold all that in your arms and the feeling would be as satisfying as you could ever want without having to do anything at all.  But, if this was what she wanted, then he would not disappoint her.
        “Okay,” he responded.  “Now just relax.”  Time to begin.
        He scanned all possible places to disrobe first, but like a true predator he disregarded the center of tender meat and went right for the throat.  The bow was easy enough to remove as the fabric was silky and soft, easily loosed after a day’s worth of movement.  He immediately began following the trail of buttons going downward, but her dark, caramelized hand reached out to grab him on the shoulder.
        “No, wait.  D-do my skirt first…”
        The boy switched tactics from retreating down button road to taking hold of the clasp at her side.  A quick unfastening of the metal holds and her skirt dropped to the floor with a nice fluff.  Now he could see a wonderland: two gracefully long pillars of legs, one flawlessly white and another a darkened collage of twisted flesh, both connecting at her waist underneath the cover of her firm white panties.  With all this wrapped in fresh nylon stockings, his hands seemed possessed to reach out softly touch the fibers with his fingertips.  He just had to touch…he had to run his five points past her crevice, just to see if she would relish the feel of ghost touches across a regularly hidden area of her body.  He glanced up momentarily to see her face, now reddened but thankfully content with the progress made so far.  She was obviously embarrassed, but she obviously wanted him to continue.
        Now he felt like he was unwrapping a present; the paper was off, but now it was time to see what was inside the box.  Down the button road he went.  He longed to do it quickly to get to the prize, but knew that going slow would be best for her.  Halfway there now; he could feel her body cinch up with a breath as he reached the last two.  He opened her up.
        “No bra?”
        She glanced to the right, avoiding eye contact.
        “Y-yeah…I figured i-it didn’t matter because w-we’d be inside…”
        Her chest was bare.  She had prepared; she actually must have thought that this was going to happen.  Quite an unusual amount of confidence on her part, but whatever.  All that worrying about struggling, and here the obstacle he had determined most difficult was of no concern anymore.  Such lovely breasts…no good for a wet t-shirt contest, but just looking at them made him want to cup one in his hand.
        Excitement set in.  He took the stockings and panties under his thumbs and removed them in one stroke.  Her legs moved to step out of them in time; she hadn’t budged once since this little event began, and now he could see this part like a movie, noticing how her hair swayed and how her muscles contracted as she moved back out of the last article of clothing she had left.  He stood back and admired his work.
        A spiral of discarded clothes surrounded her at her feet.  A small lock of hair ran past her shoulder, dropping down to almost cover her right nipple.  He took in every detail, from how both her sides met in almost equal proportions to how her short patch of hair failed to reveal the edge of her slit.  He examined her from the feet up, watching how her legs gradually thickened up to her waist, and how her modest breasts complemented her thin arms and skinny complexion, confirming her as light, natural, and healthy.  He didn’t even care about the burns anymore; they seemed almost artistic, like some sort of eccentric wood carving.  There was no vibe of “mutation” coming off it anymore.
        He cinched with a breath.  “Can I hold you?”
        Her hands rose up in the embrace of a hug.  “Yes.  Please do.”
        She came forward into him, and his hands ran all over her landscape.  Fingertips glided effortlessly over unblemished skin.  They sunk and rolled over every crevice and twist of her scars.  One hand felt over her cool blanket of hair while another reached down to cross over her thighs.  He cupped a buttock with all the fingers in his left hand.  All was silent except for each of their soft breaths, the heat from both of them running past their ears.  Involuntarily, as his chin got tired resting on her shoulder, he lowered his mouth and placed his mouth over her scarred neck, not to bite down but to hold that portion of her in a firm grip between his teeth.
        The girl uttered a happy but nervous giggle.  “Whu-what do I taste like, Hisao?”
        The boy released his prey and looked up.
        “Bacon.”