sweetdevil | 15th ♫ | words don't mean a damn thing tonight

Hmmm.

[He lowers his head until his lips are just barely brushing her knuckles, then takes her other hand, too, so he can plant a row of kisses all along them both.]

I dunno. How would you feel if I took out some insurance, just in case?

[While he's still clearly trying to sound confident and sexy, it's a real question, too. The uncertainty shows up in the rising tone of his asking, in the openness of his eyes.

And, as if to demonstrate, he gently brings both her hands behind her back and holds them there, not too strong, but enough for her to get the idea.]

[ She's still got a wry little smile on her face and she tilts her head, mouth half-open to ask exactly what he means. And then-- ]

... ah--

[ -- he goes and demonstrates and she's not quite sure what to say in response. It's certainly not the kind of thing she'd ever be able to ask of him, even if it's an idea she's entertained before embarrassment makes that train of thought derail itself.

But here he is, offering to do it like he knows she's thought about it and he's lead up to it with princess and saying he won't let her lift a finger and-- is it hot in here suddenly? Or maybe it's just the feverish heat that's suddenly lighting up her face.

She fidgets a little, and her smile's gone. But it's not exactly a frown that's on her face and she certainly doesn't sound against the idea when she actually speaks up. ]

So-- so that was the idea all along, was it? I, um... I guess if it is, then I don't...

[ Come on, Yuuri. You can do better than that, can't you? ]

I wouldn't mind. Not even a little bit.

Yeah?

[Wow. Okay. That's not a no, 'not a no' is happening, here. She's blushing, and Junpei's not exactly easily flustered but he's a little hot around the face, too. Because what he's saying here isn't that he knows she's thought about it. He's not that kind of psychic. (Well, he is, but not with her.)

What he's saying is he's been thinking about it, too. And if that isn't proof of morphogenetic field theory, what is?

Junpei clears his throat and swings her arms idly instead of holding them there, giving her an out.]

Uh, I mean. You don't have to. It's your birthday, what you say goes, here. Ah, generally. My plans are still my plans, it's just--the broad strokes, that's you. So if you don't want to...

[ Ah, and he was doing so well, too. It's silly but it almost feels like a bit of a relief to see him stumble like that and have to catch himself. It makes her feel a little less of a fool for being so caught off guard and, well... more importantly, it's cute. It's so rare that she sees him like this and she's thoroughly charmed every time it happens.

Maybe playing coy is a little mean, then. If he's even a little flustered then suggesting this must've taken some guts and the least she can do is be a bit more honest.

She leans in a little so she can kiss him, just once and briefly and when she pulls back, she's still red faced but there's a smile there now, too. ]

No, I want to. I... I think I'd like it?

[ the upturn of her voice betrays her nervousness a little but -- it's Junpei, isn't it? She trusts him more than enough for something like this. ]

[There we go, that's what he wanted to hear. Junpei's not used to feeling nervous, and he welcomes its dissipation, leaving behind incredible fondness for Yuuri, for this girl who's with him, here and now, so beautiful and so brave.

He gently tugs her a little closer again and kisses her longer, savoring the moment, this warmth and the flutter of anticipation. When he pulls back, he's not so red-faced, and his smile's starting to betray his excitement. He releases her hands to brush her hair back from her face.]

Under the bed, then. Part two of your present, princess.

[It's even wrapped. Of course he'd go all out for Yuuri's birthday, of course presentation's a vital part of a present.

Also, on the off chance someone who wasn't Yuuri happened to check, they wouldn't have immediately seen Junpei bought freaking bondage rope.]

Under the bed?

[ It's not like it's hard to guess what it might be considering the track they're on but Yuuri's still not quite sure what she expects to see when she goes and looks. Not that she can see much just leaning off the bed as she is but she feels around carefully and her fingers nudge against something wrapped in slick paper.

Easing it out from under the bed, she lets out a soft huff of laughter and when she pulls it up onto the bed with them, she turns her bemused smile back to Junpei. ]

... you wrapped it? Really?

[ It's certainly not an admonishment going by the grin on her face as she gets to unwrapping the paper. Of course he'd take the time to wrap something like this. Of course Junpei of all people would. ]

You really did have this all planned.

Of course I did. It's your birthday. By definition, that's not a thing that happens every day.

[His hand moves to the small of her back as he watches her open the package, fingers playing up and down her spine.]

And twenty's a pretty significant number. Wouldn't want it to go by without a proper celebration.

[Because tying someone up for their birthday is super proper. On the other hand, he really did put a lot of time and effort into preparing. He did research, he practiced wrapping and tying, he broke in the rope; he's so, so glad she said yes, or else, fuck, he probably would have had to give it to Church so his hard work wouldn't go to waste, and that's not something Junpei wants to contemplate literally ever.

When the taped corners finally come up, when the undyed jute rope's exposed to her sight and touch, he touches her wrist and murmurs in her ear:]

Last chance, birthday girl. If you like it, give it to me and we'll get started. If not, or if you want a rain check, we can toss it back under the bed and go more traditional tonight.

Edited 2018-01-03 20:51 (UTC)

[ Ah, he's giving her an out again. He's given her so many and -- well, it's not like she's ever mistrusted Junpei, not since the moment she realized he was trustworthy at all. But the fact that he keeps giving her the opportunity to say no is probably why she feels comfortable enough to give him a yes. ]

Alright.

[ She's red-faced all over again, suddenly a little unsure -- more of herself than what they're about to do and she feels a little flutter of nerves in her stomach, like they're on the Fantasy Sweet all over again, like she's stood there in the doorway, fidgeting with the hem of that babydoll and asking Is this too much?

But she goes ahead and just... hands it over, trying not to look too much like she's all a-fluster. ]

You're-- well, I know that was the idea all along, but you really are going to have to take the lead. I don't really have any idea where you're supposed to start with. All this.

[ and goodness, does she hope that Junpei does. ]

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