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[purrtagonist]

[. . . oh. she turned his joke into a serious question]

[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.

[flyingsolos]

Oh--

[ Rion sits up a little straighter, apologetic. ]

Sorry, don't mind that. It just sorta slipped out.

[purrtagonist]

No no, I want to—

[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]

[flyingsolos]

...

[ 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.

[purrtagonist]

[a light laugh]

Kind of weird on the timing, huh. . .

[considering they just, like. made out a lot. but he continues nevertheless, albeit slowly]

. . . is it fair to assume we both want to go home?

[flyingsolos]

Yeah. We both have things-- people... to return to. If we were given the choice, I'm pretty sure we'd both pick to go back home.

[ She misses the breathless kissing already, but this is important. ]

[purrtagonist]

[just as he thought. Akira gives an understanding nod, before he thunks his head against the headboard]

That doesn’t change anything on my end.

[which is probably extremely obvious, but. . .]

So. . . I don’t really know if we’ll be here next year or not. But— [a small shrug] I’m not thinking about next year.

I’m thinking about now.

[flyingsolos]

Kou-kun asked me about it once. Since we're pretty much from different worlds, there's definitely going to be a time where we can't... be like this.

[ Rion closes her eyes, searching for her words. ]

But I don't want to regret this. I want to treasure it and make the best of it. No matter what happens.

[purrtagonist]

Okay.

[wow, this conversation was way easier than anticipated. possibly because they're both on the same page-- have likely been that way since the very beginning]

Me too.

[flyingsolos]

... Wow.

[ Rion releases a breath-- and with it, a soft laugh. ]

I thought that was going to go way differently.

[purrtagonist]

Wait-- really?

[????]

How did you think it was going to go?

[flyingsolos]

Us just sitting there awkwardly and then trying to change the subject, or one or both of us getting upset about inevitably saying goodbye, or deciding on a breakup date, or--

[ she waves a hand lightly. ]

I should've known better, though. We kind of think alike on things like this.

[purrtagonist]

[. . . there is one thing she says that catches his attention more than the others]

Wait-- deciding a breakup date? Like, what, putting our relationship on a timer? "Our dating contract expires on X day at X time?"

[he's both incredulous and amused all in one]

[flyingsolos]

[ She's just-- placing her free hand over her face now, which may or may not be burning. ]

Please shut up, it sounded less dumb in my head.

[purrtagonist]

[huffs a laugh and leans into her (stilllll shirtless), knocking his shoulder against hers in an affectionate manner]

Breakup date.

I'm never going to forget that one.

[flyingsolos]

Forget it. Absolutely forget it. Remembering it is not allowed.

[ now she just sounds huffy, moving her hand if just to lightly shove at him. ]

[purrtagonist]

[rocks back with her shove, before he leans into her again, this time tucking his nose against the crook of her neck, arm slung over her shoulder. when he speaks, it's a bit softer. less teasing, more earnest]

. . . I really like you.

[flyingsolos]

[ That's just unfair. Every bit of it. A shirtless boyfriend tucking himself in close and speaking so sweetly...

Rion sighs, but it's fondly resigned as she leans against him in return. ]

I really like you, too.

I mean, I hope you wouldn't have wanted to date me if you didn't.

[purrtagonist]

I'm definitely not that kind of person.

[he pulls back, but not before brushing a kiss against her cheek. and it's as he sits up again that his gaze is arrested by the tiny little red mark on her neck]

[that]

[he totally put there. . .]

[. . . heh]

You've got a hickey.

[DON'T SOUND SO PROUD AKIRA]

[flyingsolos]

...

[ She's just going to reach up and touch the spot-- easy enough to locate, it's a little more tender. ]

Gee. I wonder how that could've happened. And me with no makeup to cover it.

[purrtagonist]

[a hum]

You should be much more careful. . .

[and Akira leans in to tuck his face against the crook of her neck again. but this time he cuts himself off so he can press a kiss at the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder. he's being good-- not leaving any marks this time, either]

. . . about who you kiss.

[mostly b/c he's being SUPER SASSY instead]

[flyingsolos]

The only one I'd be kissing would be you, anyway.

[ And she reaches up to fluff his hair a bit. ]

And I trust you, so it's fine.

-- Though maybe you should think about being careful, Akira. I might want to leave a mark of my own at some point.

[purrtagonist]

[. . . oh. . .]

[it's actually the "I trust you" part that gets him to pause, his playful teasing melting into something far more sincere. his mouth curves upwards against her skin, and he brushes another light kiss against her neck before pulling away]

You say that like I'd mind.

[spoilers: he wouldn't. just saying]

[flyingsolos]

Well.

[ In response, Rion leans in to kiss his cheek, affectionate. ]

Maybe if you ask nicely, then.

[purrtagonist]

[. . . heh]

[although, instead of asking? he just leans in to claim her mouth in another kiss]