Let's build a Pillow Fort!!!

[starkxravingxmad]

Childhood. Sweet memories of days gone by, when the snow was magic and the summer lasted for forever. A spare aftrnoon didn't need much in the way of entertainment-- just a few pillows and blankets, an open room, and plenty of imagination were all you needed to make...

A Pillow Fort

The Deets:

-Post your characters-- you've just made your very own pillow fort! It can be as simple or as elaborate as you want. Your reasons are yours.

-Tag around-- visit other forts! They're more fun when you have a friend with you!

-Let people know what you're looking for. Is it a slumber party we're looking at, or a secret hide out where only the cool kids are allowed? What about the grown-ups, do you wanna surprise your loved one with a quirky picnic, or do you want an excuse to just chill?

-Most importantly-- Have fun!

Comments

[incousinswithyou]

[ffff. Yup, that's an audible intake of breath. What do you think you're doing, Haruka?]

That wasn't quite what I meant.

[she hasn't quite pulled her hand back, yet. A bluff for a bluff. How far are you willing to go to avoid the second set of nail polish?]

[actsmagnificent]

You should be more specific. [ Haruka kisses Michiru's wrist this time, cupping her own face with Michiru's hand. None of the kids are looking, right? It's fine.



....yes, they're totally "the kids". One year or not, she measures by maturity. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[kids or not, they're not blind, Haruka.

And that elicits a faint shiver. Logic demands that she really should pull her hand back, but the game is on now.]

I have very exacting expectations, I'll have you know. It's hardly my fault others can't meet them.

[actsmagnificent]

[ This is going well. Haruka nuzzles that palm with her cheek, making sure her lips brush against it when she talks. (To her credit, Michiru, she's being careful not to smudge the polish on her finished hand.) ]

I'm not "others".

[ Those finished nails gently curl up to caress Michiru's hand. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[hnngh. She throws a surreptitious glance around them, but her focus is invariably pulled back to the two of them.]

Oh? Prove it.

[worst idea ever. Or is it the best? This slumber party has gotten way more interesting, to be honest.]

[actsmagnificent]

[ No one ever sleeps at a slumber party anyway! This is a logical extension.

Haruka also only has eyes for Michiru. Very bright, amused, promising eyes. ]

Greedy girl.

[ She laces their fingers together and leans in for a kiss. Hopefully one absorbing enough that everything they were doing before this just...won't matter anymore. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[greedy? Her? Psh. She's only scheming to get in a clandestine make-out session and to finish up those nails later. Though she's flexible enough on the 'later,' depending on the level of the distraction.

She lightly squeezes their joined hands and meets you halfway for that kiss.]

[actsmagnificent]

[ Mmm. Haruka's eyelashes flutter, but it's fun to watch Michiru kissing her so she tries to keep at least one eye open. This interferes, however, so she closes both eyes and lifts her free hand to brush the back of it across Michiru's cheek.

She has now forgotten, however, that she has drying nail polish on that hand. If she isn't stopped, she might leave sparkly pink streaks across Michiru's face. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[Michiru's eyes were closed, so she doesn't exactly see the impending danger to her face. It also didn't help that she was distracted.

At the first touch of cold, wet nails, she grimaces. Her hand snaps up to grab your wrist and she pulls back, frowning.

It's on her face, isn't it?] Haruka.

1/3

[actsmagnificent]

[ It takes Haruka a moment, lost in the kiss as she is. Why are they stopping? What's -- ]

[actsmagnificent]

[ Oh. ]

[actsmagnificent]

[ Oh, she is dead. ]

It'll wipe right off. Here...

[ Handkerchief. Tissue. Something. Please let there be something at hand. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[you've got about two seconds before she extricates herself and disappears into the bathroom]

[actsmagnificent]

[ Haruka has to unlace her fingers for it since you've got her other hand, but where would an elegant lady be without a handkerchief on her at all times? Tugging one out of her pajama pocket (don't ask), she dabs at Michiru's face. ]

There. See, good as new, right, Michiru....?

[ A weak chuckle. She had so much to live for! The world really is cruel. ]

[incousinswithyou]

Is it? [any hesitation on your part will be taken as a 'no']

[actsmagnificent]

[ Haruka gulps, then kisses Michiru's cheek right over the wiped spot (which is, thank goodness, free of polish now). There. She made the boo-boo all better. ]

It is now.

[ The same can't be said for her nails, however. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[there's a tense moment, but she finally relaxes. Slowly. Centimeter by centimeter. At least it's not on her clothes.

An exhale, and she'll bring up that captured hand for inspection. Tsk.] I'll have to redo this.

[actsmagnificent]

My bad. [ Haruka looks away, appropriately contrite. Getting the polish redone - getting both her hands done - might be a suitable punishment after all...She will have to endure it. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[she'd be the first to admit (only to herself) that this is kind of, sort of, maybe a little petty. Especially since nothing happened and nobody else saw. Holding onto her annoyance would be counterproductive but. When else is she going to get a chance like this? There's no way she can let you leave with smeared nail polish, that's for sure - it rankles even more than leaving one hand entirely undone. And while she's at it, she might as well finish up the task in its entirety, right?

With a pronounced sigh, she swipes a bottle of acetone and some cotton balls and sets to work again. Any pretenses at continuing anger ebb away the longer she works and by the time she's done, all is clearly forgiven and mostly forgotten.

Screwing the cap back on the bottle, she flicks a glance across your perfectly manicured nails and the corner of her mouth turns upwards in amusement.] There. Now you're all pretty.

[it'll go super well with their sparkling]

[actsmagnificent]

[ There is no way she's messing up this lacquer job again. Haruka glances down at her nails, lifts her hands to get a better look at them, and chuckles. Look at that. That is really nail polish, and she is really wearing it. This is a true slumber party now. ]

I feel fancy. [ She turns her hands from side to side to watch her nails glitter, increasingly aware she can't use her hands until it dries. What's she going to do with herself? ]

[incousinswithyou]

[she sets the stuff to the side, using the movement to check on their surroundings]

Don't touch anything. [a fair enough warning - if suspiciously wrapped up in a teasing lilt.

...

Whatever she's got planned, it starts with a light hand at the center of your chest as she leans in for a kiss.]

[actsmagnificent]

Mmn. [ She'll take that instead of an opening for a rebuttal. Really, why do they even bother talking? You can read her mind anyway, so it's a waste of energy....

Except. That hand. Haruka has a feeling she knows where this is going.

She's laughing into this kiss now. Oh boy. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[yup, this is much more rewarding than flouncing off in a huff. That's saved for more egregious errors, to be honest.

She pulls back a little, though that earns you a nip on the jaw. That reprimand for drawing attention to them is immediately followed up by a shift of her hand, as she makes no pretense of feeling you up.]

[actsmagnificent]

H-hey....

[ Yup, every now and then Haruka's right. She balances herself on the heels of her palms, chuckling as Michiru's own hands go to work. Since she's wearing pajamas, there's nothing but a thin layer of fabric between Michiru's touch and her chest. The result makes her swallow. Repeatedly. ] Is this what's meant by being a "captive to fashion"?

[incousinswithyou]

[so much for saving the worst lines for your enemies, Haruka.]

If by 'fashion,' you meant me. [her other hand has sneakily wend its way under the hem of your shirt. A finger idly traces patterns against bare skin as she pauses, listening.]