Literally ruining lives ([personal profile] memeboogeyman) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-04-13 08:30 am

Fooling Around (⊙‿⊙)

FOOLING AROUND


Somewhere further than making out yet not quite going all the way, "fooling around" is a time honored tradition. It's easy, low-pressure, and there are no real parameters - above the clothes or not. Sound good? Maybe you're young and want to try but not commit to anything too carnal. Similarly, you could want to explore somebody's, well, body because they're so different than you. There's also the possibility that you want to make them happy or see how they react to feeling beyond great. Could it be that you're a tease, even?

Or you could just be bored. There's nothing on TV, anyway.

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floreciente: (Default)

matou sakura; fate/stay night ; m/f

[personal profile] floreciente 2017-04-13 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
musubitori: (heeeh)

/slides this across the table/

[personal profile] musubitori 2017-04-15 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: I'm thinking maybe wedding night?? I can see Houou being pretty tentative with her like, not wanting to push until he gets an enthusiastic green light :3 so gentle affection until then! lemme know if you want anything changed~ ]

[ The day has been a whirlwind of mixing clans and ceremony and honestly, Houou is glad to finally find some quiet away from it all. That this peace so happens to be in Sakura's - his wife - new rooms, just makes it all that more relaxing and, he's not ashamed to admit it, exciting.

His - Their he must get used to that - clan will continue to celebrate until the early hours, but with a gold chain at his throat and a matching one glinting and fine against the skin of the woman before him, Houou is happy to leave them to it.

He supposes it's cheating, using his considerable skills in stealth to enter her rooms and steal close enough to embrace Sakura from behind, but there's a thread of mischief running through him tonight and it's behaviour that she will no doubt have to acclimatise to given the rest of the Maniwa. There's been enough time to allow the removal of their finery and Houou is dressed in a simple robe, hair tied loosely at his neck and side swept fringe long enough to brush Sakura's shoulder where he's resting his chin - a smile pressed to her jaw. ]


I trust I'm not intruding, Sakura-chan?
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look at this filTH /clutches it firmlY

[personal profile] floreciente 2017-04-15 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sakura likes the Maniwa. They are loud and colorful and so alive that containing their mirth may be the only thing they can't manage, drinking and singing and constantly teasing without any of the edge or malice she has grown accustomed to during her years with the Matou. As warriors and individuals, Sakura can't help but to admire them, and truly, she can only hope to one day be half as magnificent as Oshidori-sama is.

Nevertheless, she's glad to escape the party under the excuse of changing. She's not used to being surrounded by so many when it's outside of a mission's requirements; shadows and solitude suit her better, or at least that's what she was taught to feel. That's why... even if she's no longer Grandfather's tool, even if that is no longer her life... it's hard. Sharing in their joy is something she'll have to grow into, little by little, bur for now, the chance to hide and change in the safety of her new quarters is a comfort.

Kamakiri-sama told her she looked very beautiful in it, but it's also a relief to take off her wedding kimono and put on a simple cotton yukata, hair down and make-up removed. The moon looks beautiful from her window, and for the first time today she can relax a little, fingers tracing the chain adorning her throat. Maniwa Houou has been a fixed point in her mind, a presence following her every single from the moment she wakes up and until she goes to bed, and now-- ]


It's not an intrusion at all!

[ --now her husband comes to her like a thief, catching her between gentle arms. It sets her aflame, heart beating like a bird, but she refuses to tense up or stutter or do anything that will make him back away, because she-- this is-- it's fine with her, if he always comes to her like this. If he's a little playful, if he teases her, if he's... close. It' s fine. ]

And-- And I'm sorry for leaving you unattended for so long.
musubitori: (heeeh)

huehuehue

[personal profile] musubitori 2017-04-15 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[He noses at the soft curve of her throat, lips catching at the chain in a kiss of endearment and breathing in her sweet scent as he chuckles. Houou's pleased with Sakura's reaction and charmed by her concern, rewarding it with a gentle squeeze of his arms about her waist. ]

Nonsense, my dear.. This is your night as well, especially after today, you may spend it as you see fit -- Though.. I would not object to the indulgence of your attention..

[ Somehow Houou's trying to strike the balance between being careful with Sakura and being forward enough to not hide his intentions. Though which path they follow tonight is entirely up to her; he is her willing husband regardless and doesn't that thought just make him so uncharacteristically giddy. ]
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[personal profile] floreciente 2017-04-15 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She blushes fiercely, mortified not only by her enjoyment, but by the fact that oh so subtly, she moves to offer more of her throat. It's the first time in her life she can act freely upon her own wants, and it half terrifies, half excites her to no end, leaning comfortably against the solid support of his body.

He could hurt her, if he wanted to. As long as he keeps her by his side, the girl would endure anything. ]


I... I want us to stay here, alone.

[ But he won't hurt her. Turning around in his embrace just enough so that she can cup his cheek, her hand soft. She is his now, and from the bottom of her heart, the girl chooses to believe he will never do it. ]

... If it's alright with you.
Edited 2017-04-16 00:00 (UTC)
musubitori: (hmm)

[personal profile] musubitori 2017-04-16 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Houou presses his cheek into her touch and nods. ]

Of course. We'll not be called upon until tomorrow- The night is ours.

[ There's a twist of a smile on his lips, before Houou leans the small distance to kiss the corner of Sakura's mouth; if he's a thief then he must at least steal a kiss right?

..And another, against her smooth cheek and perhaps just one more - the space below her ear - and before Houou knows it, his lips are against her throat. He can feel the tempo of her pulse, fluttering rabbit quick under her skin and it's alarmingly difficult to resist the urge to bite - no doubt Kyouken is laughing at him somewhere, taunting of their nature - though instead, he grips Sakura's waist with his hands.

The curves of her body fits comfortably under Houou fingers, fits against his own and it's a marvel that this is the first time he's known this feeling; know's what it's like to hold Sakura close and to want her, like an ache of a wound under his ribs. ]
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[personal profile] floreciente 2017-04-16 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's too frightening.

She could loosen up her collar, let the fabric come undone to offer him more skin to taste and mark, and she wants to, she does, with a strength and sincerity that shame her. Would he dislike her if he knew? Does he prefer her to remain modest? She wants to be the kind of woman he enjoys, but...

Her body trembles at the touch on his lips on her throat, and caught between her want and reservations, the young girl still manages to let her hands wander, gentle fingers letting his hair come undone, carefully pulling it away from his face. His heart marks a steady rhythm beneath her palm; facing him properly now, Sakura presses herself as tightly as she can, eager to bask in his warmth, eager to keep him close.

She wants him to enjoy her presence. She wants to be loved by him. The hand on his hair settles on his nape, barely pushing down on it as an invitation to meet her lips. She's unsure, and she's scared, but in the end, her desires win over. ]

musubitori: (so fancy)

[personal profile] musubitori 2017-04-16 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He goes, of course he does, slanting his mouth against her own with little ceremony, but infinite tenderness. She'll learn that to give Houou an inch, is to allow a mile, but later, when Sakura's boy arches for his touch, not trembles at it.

Still, the kiss stays chaste for only a moment longer, before he's leading her into something deeper; the brush of his tongue against her lips and the gentle encouragement of a hand against her cheek, her jaw, to open for him as Houou licks smoothly into her mouth.

He shudders despite himself, aroused by her simple presence as much as the thought of finally having the freedom to explore each other and catches Sakura close in the crook of his arm, as if he'll never let her go.

It's honestly the furthest action from his mind. ]
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[personal profile] floreciente 2017-04-16 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her mouth is honey-sweet, lips parting obediently, tongue meeting his with less trepidation and a more honest drive, love-starved and eager. She could get drunk from the taste of his mouth alone, the knowledge that he takes her willingly something that sets with a pleasant weight around her heart, a similar chain to the one adorning her neck.

She is his wife, and this is were she belongs now.

A sigh melts into a moan, soft and low and for his ears only. ]
musubitori: (a good birb)

[personal profile] musubitori 2017-04-16 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That sound sets him alight and there's an answering groan in the the back of Houou's throat as he kisses her; slow burn turning passionate as she meets him half way with her affections and he's just as eager with his touch. One arm still about her waist, his free hand slips from Sakura's chin to ghost the front of her robe; from shoulder to waist, to hip, tracing her curves and the inviting line of her thigh.

Houou's hand stops just short of where he could steal touches of soft skin through the fold of her yukata and he pulls away, panting in the scant space between their mouths to see her face. ]


Would you permit me the honour of taking you to bed, my dear?

[He doesn't have to ask, could just sweep Sakura off her feet, quite literally, but he wants to hear it, wants to hear her say yes and makes it his personal mission to draw every other sound from her before the night is through.]
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[personal profile] floreciente 2017-04-17 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dark eyes, flushed cheeks. And lips as red as a cherry. The girl tries to catch her breath to no avail, and so she leans again him once more, unwilling to part even a little. She's trembling with something that has nothing to do with fear now, greedy for the things he brings forth.

I want him. He has a very broad back. I love him. Her hands trace it slowly, carefully, lips looking for the space where his pulse is, a mirror to his previous attentions.]


... Yes.

[ It's all the answer she can manage (and perhaps all that she needs to say), her voice so lost to the taste of his skin when she allows her tongue to have it, shy and brief. ]
musubitori: (funny! not.)

[personal profile] musubitori 2017-04-17 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Houou shivers, seduced by the slow overcoming of something he's discovering has been nurtured and not the true nature of the woman in his arms. It's barely two steps to the low futon behind her and Houou breaks away for only the barest moment it takes to draw Sakura down among the covers; arm still about her waist and her slim legs across his lap.

Where his hand had paused before, it explores now; tracing the skin of her bare calf with light fingers, before running the flat of his palm from her knee to mid thigh - encouraging the fabric of her robe to split higher up. Sakura's skin is soft under his calloused touch and Houou strokes the tender insdie of her thigh with his thumb appreciatively and infinitely teasing. ]


How lovely you are, Sakura-chan..
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/CLAWS HER WAY BACK FROM HELL

[personal profile] floreciente 2017-04-22 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She should look away. Close her eyes and hide her face, the rising heat too unbearable, too dizzying– there's drumming in her ears that she recognizes as her own wild heart, and it feels like too much, all of this, too much for her poor soul to bear. ]

Ah... you're so mean.

[ Instead she looks on with a steady gaze, and speaks up with a clear voice, face only half hidden behind her sleeve. There's a chill in the air that sends goosebumps to her skin in all the places his hand is not touching, and the girl– the young woman trembles, legs spreading just enough to allow his hand to wander on and let more of her skin to come into view, like he desires. ]

Please don't tease me.
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