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The Moment After Meme

You've seen The Morning After, and the Build-Up, and even the Mid-Fuck memes. But what about the moment after characters have done the deed? Do they cuddle or light up a cigarette? Go for seconds or reflect on what just happened? Hop into the shower to wash away their sins? Regret everything?

Well, we'll find out, won't we?

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[ A fine choice. Minato props himself up one elbow, allowing his features to soften. It was funny how the lingering afterglow of sex made him a little more relaxed like that.

His hand settles on her side, letting his thumb rub against her skin. ]

So what time was it?

[ Well, if you can't be relaxed after rolling around in bed, when can you? The action continues, soft and rhythmic, an easy, thoughtless way to occupy her hands. ]

Seven fifteen. [ But time can stay outside for a few more minutes and Trucy can pretend that she doesn't have to think about daddy getting home from work - or her impending drop in her GPA - by resting her head on Minato's shoulder. ] ... We should have done that earlier. [ Isn't that one of those things people always say on TV?

... Well, it's true, anyway. ]

Yeah.

[ His arm lifts, curling around her shoulders. Minato sighs, letting out a long breath, and lets himself relax. Boy, that was good.

Boy, that was good. ]

Easy to make up for lost time, though.

[ He's not wrong, she reasons, her lips brushing against his shoulder, all lazy joy and comfort as her fingers trail along his skin. ]

I guess you're right.

... And it's kinda like math, right? [ Like, one plus one equals orgasm or something. ]

...I'm not sure about that.

[ But oh well. Doesn't matter. A smile quirks his face briefly before settling back into his usual placid look. He'll be honest: even in the mental peace that comes after a climax that good, he's still thinking about doing it again. Blame the fact that he's seeing her with very little on at all.

He hrms, watching her face. ]

Why today?

[ With the sex, you know. And the rest. ]

[ And that is a question with the most flattering answer ever; ] It seemed like more fun than studying. [ Shrug. ... She's kidding. Mostly. Trucy gives a slightly lopsided smile and rolls onto her back, threading her fingers behind her head. The blanket's an absolute mess - half falling off her bed, the rest of it tangled around her legs and half draped over Minato's.

Maybe she should pull it back up.

... Nah. ]

[ he couldn't help it: the chuckle spilled out of him like water. ]

Makes sense.

[ turning onto his side, he's facing her again. minato leans in to kiss her without warning, hand settling on the side of her face. ]

I know, right? [ The reply barely has time to leave her lips before he's kissing her and she's curling into him, kicking away the blanket that's locking her legs together and pressing their bodies together with her hand on the back of his neck, tugging just slightly enough to encourage him closer. ]

[ Another little bit of a roll and he's on top of her, their lips working against one another in a very pleasant way. Minato sinks down until their chests are touching, his hand slid down to fit into the dip of her waist and stay there.

Much better. Making out more, evidently, is the winning strategy. ]

[ Trucy's hands can never stay still, they map idle patterns against his back - curls and flicks and meaningless lines. It's easy and relaxed, all quiet comfort and slow enjoyment. Her hands dance their way from his back to his hair, soft and slow as they brush through. ]

[ Each place she touches leaves a little warmth, a little prickle behind. Minato starts to idly think: what her hands might feel like with the gloves on, how this would change with her silk scarf around her neck. Nothing sorts of thoughts, but they work their magic. After a minute or so more of stroking her hair and kissing, he pulls back, flushed and faintly embarrassed. ]

Trucy...

[ That's an 'I feel bad about it, but I'd like to go again' look right there. He blinks, swallows, and settles on an elbow to look at her without breaking contact. ]

[ It's not like she wouldn't love to, but Trucy can't help but chance a glance at her bedroom door, her ears pricked for any vague noise that could possibly be interpreted as her dad coming home.

After a held breath, she decides there's nothing, and with all the acting abilities a performer can muster replies: ] I guess so. [ ... before promptly grinning and tugging him down by his neck for a kiss. ]

Good.

[ A laugh burst its way out of his gut, immediately eliminating all the tense embarrassment that had started coiling in his gut. He fell down into her and lost himself in the kiss, fingers threading through her hair.

And to think he'd spent so many times not asking for this. What a sucker. ]

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nah man. just museboxing all day!

sounds like a wise decision. /stares at games tag, sobs quietly

there there. they can't hurt you now.

you know those tags where you facepalm and want to apologise? yeah.

all too well.

why do i do these things, darling?

because we hate ourselves and love each other obvs

that... is not incorrect. also part of me keeps imagining phoenix walking in help me

oh no. that is how they die.

idk he would probably faint on the spot.

...even better.

ignore the journal change i just removed the other from lj juggler

no. trust is gone forever.