WHAT A WAY TO BREAK IN THE COMM

[astrogony]

 

well hey there guys i'm sure you all know what we're here for and that's a completely shameless self indulgent

DIGUSTINGLY FLUFFY SHIPPY CMO

DROP ME A COMMENT WITH A SCENARIO AND A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO SHIP WITH AND LET'S MAKE SOME FICTIONAL CHARACTERS KISS

MUSELIST
SOME PROMPTS IF YOU'RE SUPER STUCK

NOW KISS

Comments

you know who I want

[covenantal]

[ It's a hot, lazy summer day in Tokyo.

Even the open window doesn't provide much relief, though the barely-there breeze does make Yu's gauzy curtains drift back and forth in a sort of pretty way. Yu sighs and stirs, finding he doesn't even mind the places where Junko's skin sticks to his. He lets his fingers trail up her bare spine, tripping over the band of her bra and playing there idly. His shirt was lost what feels like ages ago when they stumbled into the room, pressed mouth to mouth and hip to hip; her shirt disappeared at a point he doesn't remember anymore.

But now they're just lounging together, Yu letting his eyes slip shut as he contemplates how nice it might be to doze off with Junko's stretched out across him.

Instead he tilts his head just enough to mouth at her jaw in what could just barely be called a kiss. ]

What are you up to?

[ He can't see her hands, but he thinks he can feel them moving beyond him. Is she on her phone? ]

[monomanias]

[ Junko's usually stuffy enough (hah hah) about the heat that any sort of close contact prompts endless complaining and oh god don't touch me, I'm gross and so are you but she's surprisingly quiet for the moment -- almost docile, even, if she could ever be called that.

she doesn't reply so much as let out a huff of a sigh through her nose, followed by a lazy, wordless grumble. her brow's furrowed when she turns her face back towards him, but she tips her head against his, bumping their foreheads together like a cat tsunderely giving some affection to its favourite person. ]

What makes you think I'm up to anything?

[ ... she says, as she fiddles with her phone, completely and one hundred percent Up To Something. ]

[covenantal]

[ Yu hums a soft sound that isn't quite a laugh. Maybe he can distract her with a lazy, searching kiss, something not hungry but exploratory. Every inch of him would probably taste of her right now. He likes it that way. ]

You're always up to something.

[ Said fondly, as his fingers continue to tease at her bra strap. ]

[monomanias]

[ and distracted she is -- she was planning on getting a cute mussy-haired picture of him too, how rude of him to interrupt her plans. but she's not too broken up about it, even if the downcast look she puts on her face (just hammy enough that it's not to be taken seriously) says otherwise. ]

Oh, so you think I'm a troublemaker... how awful. I can't believe you'd accuse me of being something like that. So terrible, Yu-kun.

[covenantal]

I can't believe you'd try to get away with it.

[ What's this? Has he managed to unhook her bra? Hmm. Funny, that. His hands smooth up the full, unfettered expanse of her back. He still can't see what she was trying to do, though he can start to form a guess. ]

[monomanias]

More baseless accusations... I can hardly stand it... I should go find somewhere to cry in peace so I don't disturb you...

[ ... of course she makes absolutely zero move to do any of that and in fact, she just closes her eyes and huddles up closer. she'll probably have all kinds of complaints about the heat soon enough, but for now, this is nice.

she does crack an eye open to raise an eyebrow at him. ]

Now who's up to something?