Kenshin felt like a different person, someone that was recognizable to him even after many, many years. He'd become someone more than an assassin long ago, if only for a very brief period of time before his turning. He felt like that again, though part of him was worried that this story might end much the same way. Still, right then and there, he could not help but act on his feelings.
Much as he wished to have what he had not touched in years, he wanted this to be something Sayuri would remember and enjoy as much as he did. He let his cool fingers glide up to her breasts, cupping them and gently pinching her nipples as his lips moved down from her neck along her collarbone.