[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]
[ 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. ]
[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.
[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-- ]
[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]
[ 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. ]
[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.
[. . . 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]
[he doesn't. not really. and he lingers even when she lets him go, pressing his mouth against hers in one last stolen kiss. but eventually. . . he reluctantly pushes himself up, back arching as he stretches, which-- uh. he's not wearing. . . a shirt, so. enjoy that view, Rion]
A private concert is a perk, but I assure you I'm already wooed.
[oh]
Extremely wooed. Couldn't be more wooed if you were the best wooer in the entire Temple.
[ Rion has been shamelessly enjoying this view ever since he got his shirt off, and she will miss it but hold the memory close in her heart.
Rather, she's still staring appreciatively as she sits up and scoots back enough to rest her back against the headboard. With a small wince, because that wall earlier was rude. ]
I think I get the point. But if that's the case, then I still want to do it... just because I want to.
[he scoots right up next to her, not even bothering to put on a shirt, so she totally gets to enjoy the view for a little bit longer. his shoulder rests against hers, and when she winces, he gives her an apologetic look. sorry for kabedoning against a stone wall, Rion. . .]
[because they sure haven’t up until now. and that was mostly because everything was so new and fresh (still was, still would be for a while), but. . . it is a pretty glaring wrench in their dating plans, isn’t it? even if neither of them have acknowledged that out loud before now]
[ Rion meets his eyes, with a hint of solemnity. She'd thought about it before. She'd talked to Kou about it before. But talking it over with Akira is vastly different.]
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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?
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[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.
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[ 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.
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Are you?
[he practically purrs, voice like velvet]
Awfully challenging words you're laying down, there.
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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?
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Absolutely, I do.
[is the rough response she receives, and then he dips his head to kiss her again
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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. ]
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[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]
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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.
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[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.
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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.
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[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.
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[ 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.
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Trying to serenade me, are you?
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[ She brushes her thumbs over the curve of his cheekbones affectionately, before she releases him-- just in case he wants to move. ]
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A private concert is a perk, but I assure you I'm already wooed.
[oh]
Extremely wooed. Couldn't be more wooed if you were the best wooer in the entire Temple.
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Rather, she's still staring appreciatively as she sits up and scoots back enough to rest her back against the headboard. With a small wince, because that wall earlier was rude. ]
I think I get the point. But if that's the case, then I still want to do it... just because I want to.
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I think that’s reason enough.
[truly]
I’m really looking forward to it.
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Yeah, me too. It was driving me crazy when I was sick, that I couldn't even hum without coughing.
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Next year. . . let’s remember our flu shots.
[he jokes, because they both know flu shots wouldn’t have prevented them from getting sick]
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Do you think we'll still be here next year?
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[Akira opens his mouth to answer, but then realizes he isn’t really sure how he should. or how he wants to, even]
[. . .]
[he plays it safe]
I. . . don’t know.
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[ Rion sits up a little straighter, apologetic. ]
Sorry, don't mind that. It just sorta slipped out.
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[lifts his gaze to meet hers, searching]
Talk about it.
[because they sure haven’t up until now. and that was mostly because everything was so new and fresh (still was, still would be for a while), but. . . it is a pretty glaring wrench in their dating plans, isn’t it? even if neither of them have acknowledged that out loud before now]
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[ Rion meets his eyes, with a hint of solemnity. She'd thought about it before. She'd talked to Kou about it before. But talking it over with Akira is vastly different.]
Okay. We probably should, anyway.
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