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[THIS IS DANGEROUS]

[something about his gaze darkens a bit, the curve of his mouth gaining a slightly impish edge. but she only gets a flash of that before he dives into kiss her again]

[ Odd, it's like his danger level just increased, or there was something different about his smile--

But Rion can't comment on it right this minute, because Akira's already going in for another kiss-- and of course, she lets him, sinking her fingers into his hair. It's messy enough already, he probably won't mind. ]

[HE SURE DOESN'T MIND. it's messy, but it's also longer than it was when he first arrived. not terribly longer; he just gained an inch or two over the course of four, almost five months. but he probably needs a haircut]

[not that he's thinking about haircuts right now when he's, like. totally in the middle of making out with his girlfriend. his hands do wander this time, skimming across her sides and her stomach, over her clothing. but he still isn't being indecent]

[ She'd be a little huffy if he was pondering haircuts over makeouts right now, so it's probably for the best. Should she feel bad about maaaaybe riling him up?

... Nah. Worth it, and she'll squirm just a bit in encouragement. ]

[ENCOURAGING HIM IS DANGEROUS. . . but he likes it. he likes it a lot, and although his hands come to rest innocently against her sides, he mmmight be pulling away from the kiss to brush his mouth against her jaw and her neck. he's being good, though. no marking up skin for now, just gentle, feather-light kisses]

[ Well. If Rion learned that Akira is extremely ticklish today, Akira's about to learn that her neck is kind of a sensitive spot-- if the way her breath catches when he feathers kisses there is any kind of indication.

But her fingers continue to stroke through his hair, so she seems to actually welcome it. ]

[oho. . . that's a good noise. there's a pause, before he presses another kiss against her pulse point, this time lingering to see if he can draw more than just a hitched sigh from her]

[ Almost! Rion seems to have caught on that he's actively trying now, and there's some kind of muffled noise that she's keeping pressed behind closed lips.

Sorry, Akira, she's going to make you work for it. ]

[welllll]

[. . . what if his fingers sneak underneath the hem of her shirt as he kisses her, brushing against her stomach, right above her naval. his touch is veeeeery light, and he won't wander at all from that area without further encouragement]

[but maybe it'll be enough to push her over the edge, just a little bit]

[ Oh, what's that? There's a very small, breathy noise now, and Rion's face flushes a shade darker.

Well. That's probably progress, isn't it? ]

[it sure is! he seems pleased with it too, judging by the way his mouth curves against her skin. he lays his hand flat against her stomach, fingers splayed, and moves upwards to press a few more kisses against her jaw as he shifts towards her ear]

[. . .]

[anyway, his last lingering kiss did wind up leaving a mark, so. uh. enjoy explaining that hickey to Kou, Rion]

[ If you think Rion won't proudly embarrass the hell out of Kou by offering to give him all the sordid details--

Poor Kou.

Rion's fingers are pressing against his scalp now, as she tries to at least get some semblance of control over her breathing. Yeah. He's dangerous.

Also, she wants that hand to keep moving, but one thing at a time. ]

Who's the... cheater now?

[POOR KOU]

[he's dangerous, she thinks, as though she herself is not equally as so. but he laughs, breath washing warm against her neck, and. . . audaciously nips at her ear, tugging very lightly before he pulls back and grins down at her like a cat who just caught a mouse]

Turnabout is totally fair play, Rion.

...

[ Okay, that's another rush of heat shooting straight through her, but he's looking a little too satisfied with himself.

So Rion reaches up, hands slipping down to pull him further down, just in close enough reach that she can wrap her arms around him and lightly run her nails down his back. Aaaand back up. ]

Still kind of think I'm in the lead here, Akira.

[mmmmasjdpfo he makes another pleased noise, but this one is more akin to a hum than a keen, and thus is automatically less embarrassing. the way he arches into her fingers is reminiscent of the way a cat demands to be pet, too]

Are you?

[he practically purrs, voice like velvet]

Awfully challenging words you're laying down, there.

[ Is he... part cat, she's really starting to think he's part cat.

But Rion simply smiles at him, the earnestness maybe a little at odds with his velvety tone, but present nonetheless. ]

Maybe. But I'm pretty sure you like a challenge, don't you?

[HE IS ABSOLUTELY PART CAT]

Absolutely, I do.

[is the rough response she receives, and then he dips his head to kiss her again

[ Is this number eleven? At this point, Rion's pretty sure she's lost count, but more importantly--

Damn, kissing Akira is addicting, and she's pressing her palms flat to his back now to keep him there.

That hand is still on her mind, though. ]

[the hand is on her mind and her stomach, and Akira is acutely aware of its placement, even as he doesn't move it. her skin is warm and soft under his fingertips, like nothing he's ever felt before. . . and he wants to map out more of her, to slide his hand across her sides and ribs and perhaps other places that are probably still too indecent for him to be thinking about touching right now]

[but he's content with kissing. he has also lost track of their numbers, but that hardly matters. he'll keep this up for as long as he has the stamina to do so. for as long as she wants]

[ They could be at this for a good while, if Rion has any say in it.

When she has to turn her head a little to catch her breath, she's absentmindedly stroking his back. And, still very much breathless, with a rough note to her voice-- ]

You can touch me, you know.

[that gets him to pause]

[he opens his eyes, gaze lidded and dark, chest heaving with every inhale he takes and back still arching into her hands. he watches her, head tilted to the side as she tries her catch her breath, cheeks red and hair disheveled and falling into her face and gods, she's gorgeous. he likes her so fucking much his heart aches with it]

[. . .]

[but his hand stays where it is, but he presses it more firmly against her skin as he brushes another kiss against her jawline]

. . . I want to take you out again first.

[and another kiss, closer to her ear]

Let me cook this time.

[ She could say it's a rejection, in a sense, but his answer is more like a "To be continued" than anything else. It's not anything that hurts her, at any rate, and Rion presses her palms more firmly to his back in response.

He's beautiful right now, with a gaze that dark, obviously affected but ultimately determined. And of course he'd always been attractive, but she knows more of him now, the Akira who talked her down from a fever dream, the Akira who had survived a brutal interrogation-- the Akira who had been through so much that she hadn't ever expected.

Knowing that, it's somehow made him even more endearing in her eyes and Rion breathes out slowly.

Dangerous on multiple levels, she's starting to think. ]

Of course you can.

[it's not a rejection, in any sense of the word. he just knows how he wants to go about this, and chasing it because of an instinctive desire for pure and raw feeling isn't it. he's happy to feel her warmth again, happy to kiss her and happy to drag his fingers across as much skin as she'll let him. but he also wants to romance her, first. they've grown a lot closer within the past few weeks, but there's still so much ground to cover. and the thought of doing just that is pretty exciting]

[he tilts his chin down and catches her mouth in another kiss, eyes fluttering shut again]

We have a lake now. . . [he mutters in between kisses] . . . I bet it's beautiful at night.

The lake...

[ It's difficult to look thoughtful between soft, brief kisses, but Rion is doing her best.

It's... nostalgic. Not the same lake as back home, but... ]

I like that plan. [ the next kiss she holds a little longer, to draw out the sense of warmth, as her hands slip free to cradle his face. ]

I want to sing for you. I think the lake at night... is probably an incredible stage.

[. . . you know what, he bets she's right. he smiles, expression soft, before he slips his hand out from under her shirt and rests it gently on the bed next to her head]

Trying to serenade me, are you?

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