sweetdevil | 5th ♫ | i screamed so loud i thought i might die

Hm? Oh, yeah. Sure.

[It's a little bit of a surprise, but actually, isn't it more convenient for her? She's been sleeping over more often than not, and while their rooms aren't that far apart, this is the logical progression of things.

Junpei's not sure why she looks so odd about it, but Japanese propriety sure is a thing, and even in the zombie apocalypse, he wouldn't put it past Yuuri Wakasa to be embarrassed about using the guys' room.

He steps back so she can come in.]

Just make sure both doors are locked so Church doesn't walk in on you without a towel or something.

[He doesn't suspect a thing.]

R--right, right...! I shouldn't be too long, so...

[ She lets that sentence hang there as she passes him, clutching the bundle of clothes to her chest as she hurries off towards the bathroom. It's only after triple checking that the doors are locked that she even thinks about undressing and after dithering for a moment, takes a shower. A bath would make her feel cleaner but beggars can't be choosers on the Fantasy Sweet.

She's less and less sure of herself as she actually gets dressed again, though. In a moment of pure idiot bravado, she'd washed and brought along that set of blue and red lingerie the dumbwaiter had spat out -- she figures that bloomers and a babydoll are just close enough to innocent that she can pass them off as just being used for pajamas if she chickens out. But as she's getting dressed, all she can think of is the king's game and Heart and oh god is this now the least hot thing she could possibly be wearing?

It takes Yuuri a few minutes of peering at herself in the mirror before she can convince herself she looks... okay. Maybe better than okay, if she's honest. It takes her another few before she can convince herself to leave the bathroom and she has to take a moment to steel herself before she can actually let herself back into room 8. ]

... s--sorry I um... took so long.

[ well. no going back now, is there. ]

[He's working on his notes when she comes back in, cross-legged in his bed with paper strewn everywhere and a pencil to tap against his lips. When he looks up, the motion--all motion--stops. He's not even breathing. His gaze take a long, slow, obvious trip up from her ankles, following the curved lines of her legs until they hit lace.

Then the pencil tumbles from his frozen fingers and he gulps, sitting up straighter among rustling paper and bedsheets.]

R--

[His voice is almost a squeak. He inhales and clears his throat, still wide-eyed and now turning a shade of lightish red to match the under-layer of her babydoll. The second time he tries, his voice comes out much lower, startled and flustered and--and needy.]

Rii-san.

[Hellooooo, nurse.]

[ Yuuri's not sure what sort of reaction she'd expected -- what sort of reaction she'd even wanted, really. Once she'd started letting herself think that far ahead, she'd started second guessing herself and that was not what she needed right now.

The doorhandle's digging into her hand with how tight her grip is and her heart is pounding so hard in her throat it's a wonder he can't see it. She can feel his gaze as much as she can see it and she's almost startled by how much she... likes it. Of course she wants Junpei to be looking at her like this -- why else would she be here? But having him look at her like this and say her name in that voice... it catches her off guard. But certainly not in a bad way. ]

Is this... too much? [ she shifts her weight from one foot to the other as she asks. she's resisting the urge to-- she doesn't know. Pull the hem of the babydoll down, cover her chest, something that's born out of self-consciousness rather than an actual desire to stop him looking at her. ] Or um... do you like...?

Too--

[He gapes for a moment, then swallows and brushes all his papers aside, sitting up onto his knees as if pulled forward. Pulled towards her.]

Any guy would like, Rii-san. You're...

[Stunning. Alluring. A mouth-watering sight, no goddess but gorgeously human, clinging to the door like she could duck behind it at any moment and yet staying, offering herself to view with so little hidden--with just enough hidden.

His hands feel hot. He breathes out a laugh, lacing them tightly together in his lap and leaning forward.]

Do you have any idea how you look, right now? What you're doing to me?

[ Her face feels fever warm. She knows she's probably flushed red enough to match and the way he's talking certainly isn't helping. But despite all that, the uncertainty slowly leaves her face and in its place a small, shy smile starts to blossom.

She detaches herself from the door and takes a few steps forward, towards him. She's not quite hold enough yet to just sit herself on the bed next to him. And more than that -- she's enjoying his reaction more than she'd anticipated. ]

Well that-- that was the idea, you know.

[ There. Now she's said it -- and saying it out loud, letting him know the yes, her intentions are exactly what they seem to be just makes her smile a little brighter. ]

Really.

[She's too far away to be saying something like that and thinking he'll let her get away with it. With the smile, with the approach, the idea she's putting on the table solidifies, starts to take on the shape of a game. Of a challenge.

She's teasing him, and the heat's spreading through him with every throb of his heart. He disentangles one of his hands to run it back through his hair, then tilts his chin a little, inviting her, daring her--pulse racing in his veins.]

So you have ideas for me, huh?

[He beckons her closer with his fingers.]

[ This is the point where she should say yes, of course she does, where she should slink across the room with perfect poise and tell him exactly what sort of ideas she has -- but instead her smile catches, wobbles and then before she can stop herself, Yuuri dissolves into giggles. ]

I, um-- I should actually be honest and say I hadn't thought this far ahead.

[ She's still fidgety -- fiddling with the hem of the babydoll, lacing her fingers together, anything to keep her hands busy while she stands there. She wishes she could be as brazen and confident as this little plan had made her feel, if just for a moment.

But then she huffs out a sigh and gives him a smile. Somehow... somehow she doesn't think he minds as much as she does.

Yuuri crosses the room with slow steps but it doesn't take her all that long before she's stood right in front of him. Her smile might be nervous, but there's something a little coy to it under all that. ]

But... that's fine, right? We can... come up with something in the meantime.

[One hand reaches out to capture one of hers, draw it closer, keep her from fidgeting so much. The other ghosts at the scalloped edge of that outermost, pale blue layer, then rests on her hip instead, gently coaxing her even nearer, up onto the bed.]

I'd--I'd say we're both reasonably inventive people, yes.

[He moves both hands up to her face to kiss her when she's close enough. Whatever else, wherever this goes, already this--the gesture, the image, the statement--deserves Junpei's thanks, his response. He makes it long, sweet, something more than animal.

They're survivors. That doesn't go away while they clutch life like this.

He's hot all over as he pulls back a bit, runs his hands down the sides of her neck and shoulders, fingertips down her bare arms.]

Have you ever...

[Dressed like this? Talked like this? Gotten this close?]

[ They've held each other, touched each other enough times that having him take her hand shouldn't make her breath catch like it does. But -- she's dressed like this. They're sat on the bed together and both of them know exactly where this is leading. It's different. Even the way he's looking at her is completely different and as cliche as it seems, it's all making her heart beat hard and fast enough to hurt.

Her eyes are dark and warm when he pulls back and she lets out a soft breath, a nervous laugh as she shakes her head. ]

No. I... there was never really anyone I wanted to...

[ She's had crushes and been on dates and all that sort of thing -- what healthy girl her age hasn't? But there's never really been anyone she'd wanted in this particular way. At least not as far as she was aware. But with Junpei...

His hands are warm. There's goosebumps all up and down her arms under the tips of his fingers. ]

... have... have you ever...?

[ She realizes she'd been assuming that he had because -- well, he's older and he's a guy but it occurs to her now that he's not really that much older, is he? ]

[Had both their lives followed their intended courses--if they'd been born in the same decade--they could have been at university together: he the goofy, sometimes oddly intense senior, and she the underclassman mature beyond her years.

His smile softens to something shyer, a secret shared between them.]

No.

[It's embarrassing to admit it. He is older, and a guy, and one would think he'd have jumped at any chance he had in his school days--but the truth is, he hadn't had that many chances. And of course, dropping out, becoming a detective... Well, it's not the best way to meet people.

He holds her hands again, then brings them both up to his lips, kiss, kiss. He turns one over, places another kiss in the palm of her hand, then starts to move up her wrist, sowing light presses of lips up her arm in between words.]

Shocking, I know. And me so handsome and charming. [He smiles, lifting his eyebrows.] It's okay if you don't believe me.

[ Though it's not the answer she'd been expecting, Yuuri's surprised to realize just how pleased she is to hear it. He'd seemed so much more confident or at least at ease about all this that she'd worried about fumbling, looking like a fool. But if, like for her, this is the first time...

Some of the self-consciousness leaves her expression and there's only more warmth in its wake. ]

I'm... I'm glad. [ her thumb brushes lightly against his cheek when he kisses the palm of her hand. ] I'm glad that it's... me, then. And I'm-- no, I wanted it to be you.

[ This place is terrible. A waking nightmare. But no matter how terrible things get, Junpei has been here. Is here. Of all the small happinesses they can allow each other, she's glad that this one is special. ]

[Color rushes into his face as he looks up to hear her say that, a wash of emotions chasing one another from throat to chest down his arms, tingling and warm and alarmed and rueful. He pauses in his path up her arm, then skips her shoulder entirely and moves back up to her face, letting go of her other hand to wrap his arm around her back, almost as if they're waltzing. He kisses her forehead.]

God. This is so complicated.

[Says the detective, the puzzle-solver, with a wistful laugh.]

You and me, here... how did we get here?

[It's like that breathless moment at the top of a roller coaster, just before the first plunge, when he can see everything in front of him that has not yet happened. The enormity of it all--this is it. The person next to him, in front of him, readying themselves to fall together.

Into each other.]

Does it have to be?

[ She lifts her now-free hand and gently, carefully, traces the outline of his mouth with the tips of her fingers. ]

How we got here doesn't really have to matter. It's the why that's important, don't you think?

[ Her fingers skim across his cheek, following his jawline and slowly, slowly, ghost down his throat. She'd been so wound up about even getting to this point that she hadn't let herself consider anything further. But she's delighted to realize that reaching out, touching him feels as easy as anything. The most natural thing in the world. ]

And the "why" is... Because I care about you so much. Because I want to be with you.

[ She shifts a little on the bed, moving forward just enough that she can lean in and kiss him again. When she pulls back, it's with a soft smile. ]

... that... isn't complicated, is it?

Edited (fucked up my icon keywords and had to fix DON'T MIND ME oh god and then i noticed i'd missed out a whole phrase THIS WHOLE TAG IS A DISASTER) 2017-06-17 22:54 (UTC)

[He breathes in slowly as her fingers trail so lightly down his throat, eyes fixed on hers. They close only when she kisses him, and as she does, as she leans into his arms and speaks to him with words and without, he lets everything else go but this warmth. This sweet heat.

He'll never forget. He'll never not be what he is, what he's always been. But here, and now--Junpei is hers.]

Yuuri.

[He whispers it and chases her mouth with another kiss. He wants her hands on him. God, he wants. When he breaks the kiss, he doesn't pull away, but rather nuzzles past her temple, murmurs in her ear, so close.

Yuuri. Like he can know her, all of her, with the name. Like that can be his answer to I want to be with you.]

I suppose it doesn't have to be.

[He's smiling now without realizing it, heart pounding, this girl in his arms and telling him that's all they need to be. Two people. Caring. Wanting. It's not complicated.

He touches her cheek, running his fingers down the side of her face.]

So. We're doing this?

[ Everyone on the Fantasy Sweet seems to have a different name for her -- Rii-san, Rii, Riirii, Yuuri-san, Yuuri-chan -- but she's so used to hearing Rii-san from Junpei that just Yuuri startles her. She'd thought she was done being flustered but hearing him mutter her name like that makes heat blossom in her cheeks all over again.

Her hands drift down a little further, settling against his chest and -- and she wants to make herself go a little further. She wants to be a little bolder, a little more brazen. This is about as far as she can make herself go for the moment though. But... even this much, she finds she likes. She can feel his heart thudding in his chest under her fingers and it's enough to make her give a breathy little laugh. ]

Mmhm. We both... want to, don't we?

[ It's practically a rhetorical question at this point but Yuuri finds that she wants to hear him say it. Just as much as she's savouring hearing Yuuri instead of Rii-san, she wants to be able to savour hearing that, too. ]

[Jesus Christ, he wants those hands all over all of him.]

God, yes.

[There it is again, that deep need on the edge of a groan. With permission to touch--with permission to do this--his fingers drop down to the strap of her babydoll, running first up the line, then lightly back down again, one finger hooked beneath it, running the fabric between pointer and thumb.]

I've--I've wanted to since at least our second week here.

[The embrace in the garden. Perhaps before that, but certainly no time after.]

That is a very, very long time to wait, Yuuri.

[ The second week. At least.

She doesn't say anything. Not at first, anyway. She leans in a little more and lets her forehead rest against his neck. She doesn't want him to see the smile on her face just yet, not when she's almost embarrassed by how pleased she is. ]

I... think the same. For me, I mean.

[ She used to be such a proper, polite Japanese young lady. Just look what you've done to her, Junpei.

A hand on his chest slides down, just a little and she starts drawing idle circles, directionless lines up and down his torso with the tip of her pointer finger. Just thinking about getting this far before had been enough to make her want to die on the spot. But now they're actually here... it's different.

She huffs out a little laugh, her breath heated. ]

Just... what took us so long, exactly?

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