[ as though she'd stop him at this point. Falling asleep, curled against each other in exhausted torpor, was all well and good, but there's something to be said about just being able to enjoy being unabashedly affectionate without having to worry about each other's physical states.
Rion only hesitates long enough to slip the card into her pocket, and then she's draping her arms over his shoulders and pressing closer to deepen the kiss almost immediately.
It's nearly overwhelming, just how much she's missed this. How much she wants to stay this close. ]
[. . . it's nice, to be able to hold her like this again. to be able to feel her warmth pressed against his body, curved right against him like two interlocking pieces of a puzzle. to feel her mouth against his, kissing him with everything she's got. he slides his arms around her waist and leans into her to keep her back pressed against the stone of the fighting ring]
[hopefully that isn't too uncomfortable. or hopefully, she's far too distracted by the way he follows her deeper into the kiss without any hesitation whatsoever]
[ It's a little uncomfortable. When she's got Akira's solid warmth pressed tightly against her, it makes the jutting stone of the wall behind her all the more evident in comparison. It's rough, scraping.
But Rion ignores it, because she has more important things to focus on. Akira hadn't been able to feel her before. From the way he's kissing her now, that's obviously no longer an issue, and her hands ease back, just a bit, to clutch at his shoulders, greedily keeping him close.
Even when she finally draws back, breathless and pink-faced, it's only to murmur: ]
[Akira takes a moment to catch his breath, even as the reminder of that promise causes his heart to skip a beat. his own cheeks are painted a nice shade of scarlet, and his glasses hang crooked off of his ears. with a deep inhale, he untangles his arm from Rion's back, only to pinch the frames of his eye wear and push them to the top of his head]
[and then he leans in again, fingertips ghosting against her cheek (warm, soft, so so addicting), to kiss her]
[ It's a good look for him. Red. Glasses shoved on top of his disheveled hair.
But then his fingertips brush against his skin, and her own hands lift, pressing her palms against his cheeks now that he can finally feel the heat from them and the way her fingers trace soft lines over his cheekbones. It's hard to focus on much else beyond the desire to feel him, to let him reaffirm as much as he wants that she's here and she doesn't want to stop kissing him.
Which she's at least demonstrating now, letting her back thunk against the unforgiving wall and tipping her chin up to willingly return to kiss #2. ]
[if this is only kiss number two, then they're absolutely going to be here for a while]
[. . . his hands don't wander, per se. the one on her cheek stays there to cradle the lines of her jaw, perfectly innocent. but the one behind her back shifts so it's resting on her waist instead (because having his arm pinned between her and harsh stone is very uncomfortable, oops), thumb drawing gentle patterns against her hip]
[after a few good, long moments of drinking her in (everything about her, from the way she tastes to her hands on his own face), he eventually pulls back for air. though he doesn't go far at all]
. . . nine more?
[and he's a bit breathless himself when he speaks]
[ Rion laughs, and her breathing is definitely more than a little ragged.
But she seems comfortable with his hands, nuzzling their noses together as one hand drifts down to slip just slightly under his shirt. Only to rest on the skin, of course. ]
Think you can handle nine more? I don't want to overwhelm you.
[there's definitely no mistaking the involuntary shiver that courses down his spine when her fingers brush against his skin. nor is there any mistaking the way his eyes alight with interest and encouragement-- please, feel free.]
Rion-- [he says her name as though it's filtered through smoke, words rough and gravely] -- I could handle twenty more.
Yeah? [ Well, she was doing a great job at acting cool, maybe, but then he says her name like that and her eyes darken just a tad. Okay, she'll let her hand ease up just a bit further. There's nothing about this that she isn't somehow incredibly okay with.
Except-- ]
Let's see how you're feeling after nine.
... And how my back's doing by then. [ Because kabedons are very doki-inducing, but this wall is uncomfortable. ]
[his gaze flutters a bit as her hand creeps upward, and he swears her fingers drag sparks with them as they move. he is also incredibly okay with this. . . especially after two weeks of being sick, and one week of not being able to feel her every time he reached out to take her hand. he wants to make up for lost time, and then some]
[emphasis on, "and then some."]
[her comment about her back gets a huffed laugh from Akira, who makes sure to swallow thickly before he speaks. to at least clear out his voice somewhat]
We could go somewhere else, if you want. This place is just out of the way.
[there isn't anyone else around, is what he's saying]
If you can find some kind of solution that isn't going to make my back all scraped up, here is fine. If not--
[ A hum, a mix of thoughtful and playful. ]
Somewhere else would work. Either way, you're stuck with me for a good while.
[ It wasn't pining, what she'd felt. But... this is definitely better than the way they'd wearily reached for each other, stroking down sweaty bangs and trying to help relieve equally high fevers. This, Rion can properly enjoy. ]
Oh no. How awful. What have I done to deserve that?
[comes Akira's playfully cheeky reply. and as much as it pains him, as much as he wants to soak up her presence and drink her in from top to bottom now that he can. . . he pulls away, fingers reaching for one of her hands]
[Akira squeezes her hand gently as he takes a step back, annnnnd he'll just. lead her from the fighting ring back to her place now. do the bedrooms have doors. I hope they have doors]
[ they do now, because if they have magically locking chests they deserve doors!! Because Rion's toeing it shut once they're both in, giving Akira's hand a squeeze. ]
This may come as a big shocker to you, but I've never gotten to the point of making out with anyone before. Or wanting to touch someone like... earlier. But I also don't want to do anything you're not okay with, so if I'm thinking about it... I'm sure I'd be able to stop myself.
[Akira exhales a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, understanding washing over his expression. he squeezes Rion's hand again, because while he totally can't say he's never made out with anyone before (he has, many times, and now is absolutely not the moment to bring that up), he knows what it feels like to be nervous. or to. . . you know. slowly push at boundaries, to discover what is and what isn't okay]
[he smiles, and brushes his thumb against the side of her face, leaning in to steal another kiss. this one is gentle and chaste; a stark difference to their kisses from earlier]
Three. . .
[that's the first thing he mumbles. but the second is an answer to her question]
. . . and don't hold yourself back. I'll stop you if I need to.
[ It's fine, Rion's already pretty sure he's dated/made out with other people, which... is, honestly, fine. It is what it is. She's not one of the teenagers who believes that a first and passionate love is going to be the kind of love that lasts forever, because-- teens. Really, for all she knows, Akira may decide to go on and date someone else and look fondly back on this one day.
But that's not really a prevalent thought right now. Instead, her focus is on how she wants to pull him back for another kiss, and how relieved she is that he actually does seem to get it and isn't about to just burst out laughing that the idol viewed for being the flirty, coquettish one is the one with the least amount of experience between the two of them. ]
... I'd like to see you try.
[ But that's permission granted, and with that, Rion fully relaxes and presses back in to steal his lips. They still have eight more kisses to work through. ]
[whatever witty response he might've made to that comment is immediately smothered by that kiss, so. all Akira winds up doing instead is humming his approval, fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt as he tugs her eagerly towards the bed. he breaks the kiss only to draw her down with him as he tumbles backwards onto same (his glasses totally fall off his head, btw, and clatter onto the ground). but beyond that insistent movement. . .]
[he's content to let her lead, to let her call the shots as he responds with eager enthusiasm]
[ RIP glasses, hopefully they're resilient enough to not be broken--
But it's fairly easy to tell that Akira's missed his sense of touch. Or just kissing. Possibly both. It makes Rion smile as she lets him pull her along, shifts on top of him to deepen the kiss, almost demanding...
When she draws back, her eyes meet his briefly, and then she lifts herself up to tug at the hem of his shirt. Off. ]
[and even though his breath hitches in the back of his throat when she catches his gaze with her own, when she tugs at the hem of his shirt. . . he obliges her insistence by pushing himself up on one elbow and maneuvering to make the removal of same a whole lot easier]
[somehow, this is not where he thought his over-the-top flirting would go, but hey. no complaints, here!1]
[ Look, she hadn't expected this either. Maybe a few kisses, a hug.
Ah, well. This is still safe territory, and she's eager to explore it, working to get his shirt off before she reaches out to map and stroke all of that skin with the pads of her fingers. Rion does appear to be keeping a close eye out for any scars, though-- after he'd shown her the one near his hairline, she wants to be careful. ]
[good thing his glasses already fell off, because his shirt does a good job of totally tousling up his hair when she pulls it off. and then her hands are on his abdomen, and god that feels great, like a jolt of electricity coursing down his spine, sending his heart thumping in a fast, even rhythm in his ears. he slides his palms against her cheeks and drags her in for another kiss, hungry and eager as he arches right into every single touch, every single brush of fingers]
[. . . she does get a glimpse of a few scars, though. nothing too big or too worrying, but there are lines of raised skin scattered across his torso, old battle wounds that have long since healed thanks to a well-placed Dia and some time. marks of victories achieved and losses sustained, memories of everything he went through back home]
[ He responds beautifully, even better than she was expecting, and the way he hauls her in for another kiss pulls a thin, heated groan from her. Who knew, almost a full month would get this kind of reaction from the both of them?
Even when he's not giving her much time to look him over, her fingers find those faint scars soon enough-- and when Rion pauses, leans back in for another kiss, she speaks again between lighter, quicker kisses. ]
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Rion only hesitates long enough to slip the card into her pocket, and then she's draping her arms over his shoulders and pressing closer to deepen the kiss almost immediately.
It's nearly overwhelming, just how much she's missed this. How much she wants to stay this close. ]
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[hopefully that isn't too uncomfortable. or hopefully, she's far too distracted by the way he follows her deeper into the kiss without any hesitation whatsoever]
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But Rion ignores it, because she has more important things to focus on. Akira hadn't been able to feel her before. From the way he's kissing her now, that's obviously no longer an issue, and her hands ease back, just a bit, to clutch at his shoulders, greedily keeping him close.
Even when she finally draws back, breathless and pink-faced, it's only to murmur: ]
That's one.
[ She's keeping her promise. ]
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[Akira takes a moment to catch his breath, even as the reminder of that promise causes his heart to skip a beat. his own cheeks are painted a nice shade of scarlet, and his glasses hang crooked off of his ears. with a deep inhale, he untangles his arm from Rion's back, only to pinch the frames of his eye wear and push them to the top of his head]
[and then he leans in again, fingertips ghosting against her cheek (warm, soft, so so addicting), to kiss her]
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But then his fingertips brush against his skin, and her own hands lift, pressing her palms against his cheeks now that he can finally feel the heat from them and the way her fingers trace soft lines over his cheekbones. It's hard to focus on much else beyond the desire to feel him, to let him reaffirm as much as he wants that she's here and she doesn't want to stop kissing him.
Which she's at least demonstrating now, letting her back thunk against the unforgiving wall and tipping her chin up to willingly return to kiss #2. ]
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[. . . his hands don't wander, per se. the one on her cheek stays there to cradle the lines of her jaw, perfectly innocent. but the one behind her back shifts so it's resting on her waist instead (because having his arm pinned between her and harsh stone is very uncomfortable, oops), thumb drawing gentle patterns against her hip]
[after a few good, long moments of drinking her in (everything about her, from the way she tastes to her hands on his own face), he eventually pulls back for air. though he doesn't go far at all]
. . . nine more?
[and he's a bit breathless himself when he speaks]
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But she seems comfortable with his hands, nuzzling their noses together as one hand drifts down to slip just slightly under his shirt. Only to rest on the skin, of course. ]
Think you can handle nine more? I don't want to overwhelm you.
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Rion-- [he says her name as though it's filtered through smoke, words rough and gravely] -- I could handle twenty more.
[HE'S NO PUSHOVER]
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Yeah? [ Well, she was doing a great job at acting cool, maybe, but then he says her name like that and her eyes darken just a tad. Okay, she'll let her hand ease up just a bit further. There's nothing about this that she isn't somehow incredibly okay with.
Except-- ]
Let's see how you're feeling after nine.
... And how my back's doing by then. [ Because kabedons are very doki-inducing, but this wall is uncomfortable. ]
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[his gaze flutters a bit as her hand creeps upward, and he swears her fingers drag sparks with them as they move. he is also incredibly okay with this. . . especially after two weeks of being sick, and one week of not being able to feel her every time he reached out to take her hand. he wants to make up for lost time, and then some]
[emphasis on, "and then some."]
[her comment about her back gets a huffed laugh from Akira, who makes sure to swallow thickly before he speaks. to at least clear out his voice somewhat]
We could go somewhere else, if you want. This place is just out of the way.
[there isn't anyone else around, is what he's saying]
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If you can find some kind of solution that isn't going to make my back all scraped up, here is fine. If not--
[ A hum, a mix of thoughtful and playful. ]
Somewhere else would work. Either way, you're stuck with me for a good while.
[ It wasn't pining, what she'd felt. But... this is definitely better than the way they'd wearily reached for each other, stroking down sweaty bangs and trying to help relieve equally high fevers. This, Rion can properly enjoy. ]
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[comes Akira's playfully cheeky reply. and as much as it pains him, as much as he wants to soak up her presence and drink her in from top to bottom now that he can. . . he pulls away, fingers reaching for one of her hands]
I share a room with Ryuji, sssso. . .
[sooooo]
[her place?]
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But for now, Rion nods, one eyebrow lifted as she intertwines their fingers together. ]
Got it. My room it is.
[ Good thing Kou's moved out since recovery. ]
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[Akira squeezes her hand gently as he takes a step back, annnnnd he'll just. lead her from the fighting ring back to her place now. do the bedrooms have doors. I hope they have doors]
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So how much do you want me to hold back here?
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[THAT'S]
[BLUNT]
[Akira opens his mouth, then shuts it again with a click. then opens it. . . . . . . then shuts it again. NICE FISH IMPRESSION]
I. . . . . . .
[um]
What's "not holding back at all?"
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[ She'll be honest here, a little ruefully. ]
This may come as a big shocker to you, but I've never gotten to the point of making out with anyone before. Or wanting to touch someone like... earlier. But I also don't want to do anything you're not okay with, so if I'm thinking about it... I'm sure I'd be able to stop myself.
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[he smiles, and brushes his thumb against the side of her face, leaning in to steal another kiss. this one is gentle and chaste; a stark difference to their kisses from earlier]
Three. . .
[that's the first thing he mumbles. but the second is an answer to her question]
. . . and don't hold yourself back. I'll stop you if I need to.
[make up for lost time, and then some]
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But that's not really a prevalent thought right now. Instead, her focus is on how she wants to pull him back for another kiss, and how relieved she is that he actually does seem to get it and isn't about to just burst out laughing that the idol viewed for being the flirty, coquettish one is the one with the least amount of experience between the two of them. ]
... I'd like to see you try.
[ But that's permission granted, and with that, Rion fully relaxes and presses back in to steal his lips. They still have eight more kisses to work through. ]
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[he's content to let her lead, to let her call the shots as he responds with eager enthusiasm]
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But it's fairly easy to tell that Akira's missed his sense of touch. Or just kissing. Possibly both. It makes Rion smile as she lets him pull her along, shifts on top of him to deepen the kiss, almost demanding...
When she draws back, her eyes meet his briefly, and then she lifts herself up to tug at the hem of his shirt. Off. ]
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[and even though his breath hitches in the back of his throat when she catches his gaze with her own, when she tugs at the hem of his shirt. . . he obliges her insistence by pushing himself up on one elbow and maneuvering to make the removal of same a whole lot easier]
[somehow, this is not where he thought his over-the-top flirting would go, but hey. no complaints, here!1]
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Ah, well. This is still safe territory, and she's eager to explore it, working to get his shirt off before she reaches out to map and stroke all of that skin with the pads of her fingers. Rion does appear to be keeping a close eye out for any scars, though-- after he'd shown her the one near his hairline, she wants to be careful. ]
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[. . . she does get a glimpse of a few scars, though. nothing too big or too worrying, but there are lines of raised skin scattered across his torso, old battle wounds that have long since healed thanks to a well-placed Dia and some time. marks of victories achieved and losses sustained, memories of everything he went through back home]
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Even when he's not giving her much time to look him over, her fingers find those faint scars soon enough-- and when Rion pauses, leans back in for another kiss, she speaks again between lighter, quicker kisses. ]
Lay all the way back for a minute.
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