bakerstreet | The Unexpected Romantic Gesture & Pursuit Meme

((he's most likely the unromantic asshole, obviously))

((hey there, lover))

Edited 2014-11-12 04:05 (UTC)

((oh god Shuichi get out.........

Any idea scenario-wise, my fine feathered friend?))

((This is public property, Eiri, I can do what I want!))

((Not unless you want a boot to the head, you damn brat.))

((Come ooooooon, do something nice for meeeeeeee!))

((oh god fine))

Eiri Yuki is by no means a romantic man.

He knows Shuichi knew that when they began their relationship, and he knows he knows what he signed up for. Honestly, sad as it is, Shuichi generally seems perfectly content with things as they are. But that doesn't mean that sometimes, Eiri can't decide he wants to shift the climate of things. Wants to spice up their relationship a little. For most couples, that sort of thing would involve kinky nights and sex toys and crazy positions in bed. But for them, things are always hot in bed. There's no possible way either could ever complain about their sex life, and Eiri knows it. For them, this entails far more innocent changes and gestures. Like today, for example.

Eiri peeks in through the doorway to make sure that Shuichi is still in the living room. He is, sprawled on the floor in front of the tv with a Nittle Grasper video playing. Trying to ignore the pulsing techno beat blasting from the speakers, enters and stands there for a moment.

"Hey, Shuichi..." he says by way of greeting, feeling far more awkward than most people would upon greeting their lover for a romantic night. The two have been together just over two years, but their relationship has never been exactly conventional. "How was work?"

Edited 2014-11-12 23:28 (UTC)

Looking up from the television, Shuichi smiles as he sees his lover standing in the doorway. It's been a relatively calm evening, well, as calm as a Shuichi evening can be, and he's glad to have Eiri here now to keep him company. The highlight of the night had been Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares, and after that got over he just started watching the same old Nittle Grasper concert videos that had always gotten him going so much. He got so invested in the intensity of the videos that he'd ended up lying there on the floor like a ham.

"Yuki!" He exclaimed, expressing his joy at seeing him. "It was great! We got the recording done for the ninth track!" He informed him. They'd been working themselves to the bone on this new album and it was finally getting closer and closer to the end. Due to the decision Shuichi had made to refuse the use of auto tune and any other post-recording vocal/instrumental sound correction on the album and beyond, it would be finished in no time.

((Gordon Ramsay, Shuichi? Really? Come on man!))

Hearing how happy Shuichi sound when he says Eiri's name makes him smile. He really can't help it, and the smile finds its way widely onto his face, not at all muted or restrained like it normally would be. Not tonight. "Good," he responds, and he does genuinely sound like he thinks it's good. He really sounds like he cares. Eiri has decided to put more effort into this night that he has in a while, because he loves Shuichi and though they both know it, he knows he doesn't show it enough.

"Sounds like it's really coming along. I can't wait to hear it," Eiri says sincerely. He recalls when talking to Shuichi like this usually required cue cards or for K to have a sniper rifle trained on his head. But now that he's set his pride aside, it comes surprisingly easy to him. He walks over to Shuichi and crouches down on the floor next to him, pulling his hand from behind his back and revealing a bouquet of bright pink lilies. Roses had just seemed too cheesy. He holds them out to Shuichi, a little sheepishly, and glances away from him and then back. Eiri is glaring, but it's a determined glare rather than a malicious or angry one.

"..................these are for you."

For a moment, Shuichi just hams there on the floor with a stupid dumbfound look on his face. Is he... serious? All at once his heart is hit by the rays of a thousand suns and he scrambles up to sit on his knees in front of his lover. It suddenly doesn't seem right to be laying there on the floor (ham). Hesitantly, as if he's expecting his hand to go right through it, he reaches out and touches his fingertips to a vibrant petal.

"Yu..." But he's at a loss for words. Yuki definitely isn't the type to bring such a romantic gift out of the blue like this, especially one so traditional. Unable to form words, he just brings his surprised little puppy dog eyes up to look Yuki in his narrow ones. What should he do?

Watching Shuichi react to the flowers, Eiri smiles happily, though he does feel a little tug of guilt with the realization that he looks absolutely dumbfounded by the fact that he's giving Shuichi this sort of romantic gesture that isn't the sort of thing that comes at all naturally to him. Though he writes romance novels, Eiri Yuki is probably the least romantic guy under the sun. But for Shuichi, he can be. For Shuichi, he's willing to bend and break all sorts of rules he has for himself and he's willing to let himself look like a complete and utter dork. All because he loves him so much.

Letting his eyes meet Shuichi's big, warm eyes, Eiri returns the gaze almost shyly, because this sort of dumb romantic moment he's not used to makes him feel so exposed and so vulnerable that he's a little embarrassed, wonders if it was stupid. Of course it was, but Shuichi doesn't seem to know that. He just looks so absolutely happy that Eiri can't help being unreasonably glad that he did something like this for him. He has some trouble figuring out what to say, and when he finally does speak, his own voice sounds strange in his ears.

"I know I'm not always very good at showing my feelings..." Okay, so he's really, really shitty at it. "But I just...want to make sure you always remember that I love you very much." The words are earnest, though they feel alien coming out of his mouth. What the hell is he doing? He swears he might even be blushing a little. "So I wanted to...you know...do something nice for you." And then, for some reason, feels compelled to add: "Is that okay?"

Shuichi blinks a few times, still staring at the fleshy pink petals before looking up at Yuki. "I..." He has no idea what to say. He's just so happy that there are no words to express it. No way he could possibly let Eiri know just how much he appreciates this and how absolutely happy it makes him to hear those words come out of his mouth.

"Oh, Yuki, I love you, too! I love you so much and you make me so happy and this is the greatest thing I've ever seen and I love it and I love you and oh my god thank you so much I love you so much!" And now he's crying. Big, exaggerated tears rolling down his face because, wow, this is the sweetest thing EVER! "Of course it's okay! I love you so much, thank you! Thank you, Yuki, I love you! I love you!" He's still not sure he's expressed exactly how happy he is but Yuki's most likely starting to get scared so he stops there.

There's something beautiful in the simple pleasure of making Shuichi happy. And right now, he's very happy. Eiri can see it, and he can feel it. From every single pore of his body it seems, there is joy seeping through and all over Eiri and sticking to him like dandelion fluff.

"Yeah, sure. Don't mention it," Eiri says a little sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head with some awkwardness and thrusting the flowers toward Shuichi. Oh fuck, now he's crying. What did Eiri get himself into? Brow creasing a little, Eiri takes a tiny step back, wiggling back on his haunches. Wow, this was a bad idea. Shuichi is always a little overdramatic about things, and this is a prime example. An extreme example. He almost regrets doing what he did, but... then he calms down.

This is what he wanted, he reminds himself. He loves how happy he is, and if this is how he's going to express it, then he's going to love that, too. Shuichi is the one he loves, and he's going to love every single part of his personality unconditionally in the same way Shuichi does for him. That means putting up with things like this.

"You're welcome," he responds calmly, smiling a little bit. "I love you too. Glad you like them."

With shaking hands, he takes the flowers from Yuki's and just stares at them through the tears. Then it's like someone turned the water pressure all the way up and the tears start coming faster, in an exaggerated waterfall. At least the flowers won't get too dry.

"I love it! Thank you, Yuki, THANK YOU!" It takes all his willpower to stop crying, and when he does he looks at Yuki with his big wet eyes. "What's this all about, though?" He asks, just now realizing that there's probably a reason for the gesture.

Edited 2014-11-14 01:05 (UTC)

Eiri feels a little better now that Shuichi has calmed down. Maybe he'll get lucky and this will be all he has to deal with in terms of waterworks. Because even when it's because he's happy, Eiri hates seeing Shuichi cry. He can tell himself it's because it annoys him all he wants, but the real reason is that it reminds him of all the times he cried because Eiri is a complete and utter shithead when it comes to relationships, and there seems to be little he can do about that matter.

"Uh...yeah," he says when Shuichi thanks him again. "Like I said, it's fine. I just wanted to do something nice for you." A beat, and then he looks Shuichi right in the eye, lifting one hand and brushing away the tears from Shuichi's cheeks in a gesture that is both tender and almost nervous. He feels in this moment like Shuichi is something precious and breakable, because it's occurring to him just how lucky he is to have him. In some ways he doesn't like this sort of moment, because it reminds him just how vulnerable he is and how much of himself Shuichi has, how much he gets to him. But he supposes that's what love it. "Because I love you."

The words sound like whipped cream flowing from his lover's lips, soft and beautiful and light and delicious. He absolutely loves hearing those words, and that being the reason for such a sweet gesture is just too much. He absolutely melts at the words, turning into a happy little puddle on the hardwood.

"Oh, Yuuuuuki." He purs. "I love you, too." For a moment or two, he just lays there being putty and absorbing all the love flowing between them.

Solidifying, he holds the flowers to his chest and looks him in the eye with his giant shiny ones. He's smiling now, rather than crying, and he doesn't know what to say anymore. "Thank you."

Eiri watches coolly while Shuichi turns into a puddle and lies there being happy and gooey and ridiculous. It's a little sad that he's so used to this, that Shuichi very literally melting and just lying on the floor in liquid form is such a common occurrence that it barely phases him anymore. When Shuichi is done being a puddle, Eiri watches him hold the flowers, and the way he's looking at him right now is almost too much.

"You're welcome," he says simply, as cool as ever, though he's blushing just a tiny bit because honestly this stuff is still new to him and trying to figure out how to be a good lover is just the faintest bit embarrassing. "I thought maybe we could... spend some time together?"

Shuichi absolutely lights up at the suggestion. "YEEEEEEEEEES! I'd love that! For real!?" Yuki's usually pretty busy during the day, and they rarely get to spend time together with their demanding work schedules. Until night comes, that is, and then it's usually passionate love-making and then Eiri falling asleep immediately before they can even talk. Not that he minds that, but it does feel like they don't spend a lot of quality time with each other, at no fault of either of their own.

He gives him that sparkly look that always ends up sticking on his face when Yuki does something nice and waits expectantly to hear what Yuki wants to do.

A small, more mellow smile than Shuichi's, and Eiri gets to his feet, extending a hand to Shuichi to help him up too. He could get used to this whole 'being sweet and romantic and hey, treating Shuichi the way he actually deserves to be treated' business. He really could. He likes this, likes the way it feels to make Shuichi feel good for once in ways that aren't completely physical.

Eiri is used to letting out his sweet and tender feelings for Shuichi in bed, because it's the one time he's okay with showing Shuichi is vulnerability and letting their feelings mesh and mold. And right now, this right here, feels like the same thing, but they have their clothes on. Eiri enjoys it more than he can even say, and it makes it so his face won't stop being frozen in that slightly dopey smile that isn't always a common sight on his face.

"Whatever you want to do, I'm fine with," he says rather gently, reaching for Shuichi's hand, taking it, and squeezing gently.

Squealing internally, he lets Yuki help him up, looking again at the flowers and then heading over to the kitchen for a vase of some kind. Is that something Eiri would even keep in the house?

"Yuki?" He asks, in that precious tone his lover can't resist. "Do we have a vase or something for this?"

He can vaguely hear Sleepless Beauty start playing from the abandoned tv set. He can scarcely believe this is all happening, with Eiri being so sweet and attentive during the daytime, and it's impossible to keep from smiling for even a second. Maybe every day could be like this. That would be absolutely incredible, but also unlikely.

"Wha? Oh yeah... probably somewhere. Hold on."

Eiri follows him into the kitchen, now smoking a cigarette, and proceeds to rummage through the cupboards. It doesn't take long to conclude that no, a vase is not something the notorious Eiri Yuki possesses. He settls instead for one of their larger cups, filling it with water and holding it out to the young singer with a gentle smile.

"Here, this might work," he said, a little sheepish still, twiddling his cigarette in his free hand. "Sorry I don't have anything better. I've never really had any reason to buy flowers before." But now he does, and that reason is Shuichi. He's been the reason for a lot of things and right now, he's the reason he's smiling. The reason his heart feels so light.

"What do you wanna do?" he asks his lover rather kindly, still smiling. He has to admit that acting this way toward him is intoxicating, in a way. Now that he's started, he can't get enough.

Taking the cup from his outstretched hand, he plopped the cut stems into the water and placed it on the kitchen table. Staring at it for a moment, he moved it a few inches to the left, then back to the right and then a little more to the right. He decided it had been in the right place the first time, moving it back to the original location.

"Thanks, Yuki. This'll work great!" He smiled up at him, loving the addition to the kitchen. He was still over the moon about Yuki being so thoughtful like this.

"Oh." He responded to the queston. "I don't know." He thought about it, trying to figure out something Yuki liked to do. "We could...." Nothing.

Eiri watched fondly as Shuichi fussed with the placement of the cup, moving it from one place to another compulsively like an adorable little raccoon. It was a sight that warmed his heart in a way Eiri couldn't even really explain and he couldn't stop smiling.

"Good. We can figure something else out before I get you any more," he said, implying that there would be more flowers from him for Shuichi in the future.

And then, Shuichi's pathetic attempt to come up with something to do, and Eiri's heart warmed at the sight, at the silliness of it all. Shuichi couldn't make a decision to save his life, which was bad because Eiri couldn't either. For so much of his life his family had made or at least attempted to make (against his will, mind you) all of his major decisions for him, and as a result he could be rather flaky and indecisive.

They were just a fucking pair, he mused, smiling.

"We could just watch something together." He suggested, imagining the two of them cuddling on the sofa or in bed together. Yeah, that'd be nice. His mind started to wander, imagining Eiri's warm arm around his shoulders, absent-mindedly stroking his upper arm like he always did. Cuddling with Yuki was Shuichi's all time favorite thing to do, and watching tv or a movie was the perfect excuse to get to do it.

He looked to Yuki. "Anything sound good?" He asked, hoping he would pick something to watch. He liked when Yuki made the decisions, getting to figure out just what he liked to watch or do or eat or whatever the subject. Learning about Yuki was his other favorite thing.

"Sounds good," Eiri said immediately, and he made one hundred percent sure that his tone sounded sincere. Whatever Shuichi wanted, he was going to do it. And to be honest, cuddling really did sound good right now. Because he knew that was where Shuichi's mind was going; they never just watched things together. They watched things together and ended up in each other's arms and their position became more and more compromising until they had to take it to the bedroom.

That didn't sound like such a bad idea right now.

"Whatever you want," he said, his voice surprisingly kind. "I just want to make you happy." And the best part was that he found he was being completely honest. He really, really did.

Shuichi nearly shrieked at his luck. Yuki was being so super extra amazingly sweet to him today and he felt like he could just die. "We could just see what's on." He suggested, looking at him sweetly. "Maybe we could use the bedroom tv." He knew Yuki knew what his real motive was: cuddle time. And cuddling in bed was a lot easier than cuddling on the couch, and more comfortable.

He couldn't stop smiling, so he just smiled up at Eiri, hoping he knew that he was one hundred percent of the reason Shuichi was happy right now. He'd been having kind of a rough day until Yuki had showed up, and he'd been planning to rant at him about it but now all of those troubles were just gone, so he decided he wouldn't.

It was pretty obvious how happy Shuichi was right now, and it made him smile. Cute, was all he could think, when the boy who normally could annoy him to no end was acting like this and smiling like this, chattering happily like this. Even if he could admit Shuichi was a little exhausting when he was this happy, Eiri wouldn't want it any other way at this point. He could accept all the obnoxious bits of them, because they were bits of him. And that counted for everything.

"Sure," Eiri responded, completely docile, smiling and heading for the bedroom, looking over his shoulder to make sure the small man was following him. He could see right through Shuichi's motives in a second, and he couldn't say he minded. When he reached the bedroom they shared, he picked up a Nittle Grasper video that was lying on the floor (god dammit Shuichi, how many of these do you need, the thought briefly), and popped it into the bedroom VCR.

"How's this?" he asked, smiling indulgently.

Shuichi beamed at him, crawling onto the bed and sitting on his feet. "Sure." He responded, still giddy as hell. Yuki was being just the best, and he couldn't wait to be in his arms. Patting the bed beside him, he wriggled under the covers and half laid, half sit up against the pillow. Initiate cuddle time.

Pulling the blankets up, he waited for Yuki to get into bed with him.

Eiri almost laughed at that, because he was just so ridiculous and dorky and silly. But he was his ridiculous, silly dork, and so instead of laughing at him he held it in and smirked a signature smirk, kicking off his socks and climbing onto the bed with Shuichi. He seemed to be in a very specific pose there, so Eiri just sort of wiggled near him, leaned against the pillow, and waited for Shuichi to arrange him how he wanted him.

The instant Yuki settled down in the bed, Shuichi attacked. In a matter of seconds, he was all over him, hanging onto him like a desperate, needy parasite. Eventually, he found the way he wanted to lay, with Yuki's arm around his shoulder and his head on Yuki's chest. Cuddle time activated.

It was impossible not to laugh this time, and it came out as a throaty little laugh rather than a cynical bark of a laugh or chuckle like it normally did. It honestly surprised him a little.

"This good?" he asked, tightening his hold on Shuichi just a little bit and resting his chin on top of his strawberry-scented companion's strawberry-scented head.

Shuichi nodded adamantly, snuggling against Yuki's manly smelling chest and trying to discreetly take in the scent of him. It was delicious. "Mm-hm." He responded, closing his eyes for a moment as he smelled him.

Yuki always smelled so good. Like he was constantly fresh out of the shower or something, it was crazy. "You smell like soap." He informed him, pulling his legs up closer to his body.

"Good." Eiri smiles as he can tell Shuichi is closing his eyes. When Shuichi tells him he smells like soap, that smile turns into an amused grin. Grinning isn't something Eiri does very often, and when he does it's usually because Shuichi just said something stupid.

"That's what I wash with," he reminds him, only a little shitty, and he moves a hand up to ruffle his hair. "You smell like fruit."

Shuichi hesitates before responding. "No comment." He offers goofily, thinking of what it would be like to wash yourself with fruit.

Yuki's always so snarky with him and it really makes him laugh, in the end. Sometimes he gets too worked up and it upsets him, but overall, he actually likes when he acts like a little brat to him.

"So you haven't been washing yourself with fruit, you little freak?" he asks playfully, settling a little closer and starting to mess with Shuichi's hair. He's only about half aware of the sounds of Be There exploding from the speakers on the television at the end of the bed. What he's more conscious of is Shuichi, his warm and his touch and his smell. He's his, and he likes that.

Shuichi shoves his head closer to Yuki as he starts to mess with his hair. He really likes when he does that, and he wants him to keep going. "No, not lately." He jokes, purring slightly and squiggling closer to the man.

A soft chuckle, and Eiri messes with his hair a little more intensely, fluffing the soft strands and making it a bit tousled in the process, which he figures Shuichi won't mind. He accommodates the closer scooting, nesting himself nearer to Shuichi and kissing his hair. "I don't believe you," he teases.

Shuichi laughs in that cute Shuichi way of his. "Do I have to prove it to you?" He asks, kissing his chest, which happens to be the nearest thing to his lips.

[Definitely the unexpected romanticizer.]

( If it's Naruto, I'd love to have her play the pursuer. For anyone else, no preference between pursuer/one being pursued. )

[Story of her lovelife tbh...]

So they had been engaging in certain activities. Once or twice, or maybe a couple more times, but who was counting?

It wasn't like Regulus was counting, that would presume that he cared, unless he was counting to gather evidence that he in fact didn't care. His excuses had had a good run, but he knew that they would never hold the same weight again after he delivered the item he clung to.

Any other woman you would charm with flowers or chocolate, or with jewels if you were seeking to impress, but Regulus knew Hermione Granger. She valued knowledge far more than glittering gems, and so here he was, holding a book wrapped in green and silver wrapping paper - he had to get in some kind of dig, the nature of their odd little not-courtship demanded it.

He felt mighty silly as he knocked on the door to her parents' quaint Muggle house and waited, dressed in good robes and wielding the present as if it were a shield.

Hermione had certainly not been counting, because as has previously been stated that would imply caring and she did not care about Regulus Black. She just ended up in very compromising situations with him from time to time which might have played a part in her relationship with Ron ending but that certainly did not mean that she would be interested in a relationship with him.

... Yes, her excuses were wearing quite thin as well.

Still, she had not actually expected anything to happen beyond what already was happening, so the look of surprise on her face when she opened the door to find him standing on the other side verged on comical.

It didn't help that she was actually in her PJs and her hair was an even bigger mess than usual because she hadn't really done anything with it since she got out of bed. It had been one of those days when she'd gotten lost in studying pretty much while she was having breakfast, and it had all been downhill from there.

"Regulus?"

"I take it you weren't expecting visitors," he stated matter-of-factly, sizing up Hermione with her even bushier than normal hair and her pyjamas. She looked... He tried to sneer at her like he should, yet Regulus couldn't deny that she looked devastatingly charming.

And bloody hell, but there was a little voice whispering at the back of his mind, wondering, would she look like that on the morning after? Hopefully wearing less, actually...

He looked down at his present and coughed awkwardly. "Maybe I should have sent an owl first... made an appointment." But it was late in the morning, he hadn't expected Hermione to still be in bed. "May I come in?"

Her face turned more and more red with every word he spoke. She didn't feel devastatingly charming, especially with him standing there looking all proper and... Well, quite frankly rather a lot more handsome than he had any right to, the bastard.

"No. No I wasn't."

She opened the door wider and stepped to the side to allow him entrance, not convinced that it was a good idea but she could hardly slam the door in his face.

One condescending word about her parents' house, however, and he would be out in a blink.

"Come in. If you must."

That last bit was added as an afterthought, with no real sting to it at all. It wasn't as if she really wanted him to leave.

Edited 2014-11-16 20:24 (UTC)

His lips twitched with something akin to good humour, though he would have been loathe to admit it could possibly be any such thing. It was a malformed sneer, that was all there was to it. Obviously. Anything else would have been ridiculous.

"How generous," Regulus said wryly. "You are such a perfect host." God damn it, he couldn't even manage any proper vitriol. How humiliating. She was getting to him.

He went in, curiously looking around the very odd, even exotic surroundings. "So this is what a Muggle house looks like on the inside," he mused, "I had always wondered..." Which actually wasn't quite right, as he had visited Muggle houses on raids, but he had never been on a social visit, and they had changed much in the two decades he spent zombified in a cave.

Regulus remained clinging to the gift-wrapped book, though once he was properly inside and the door had closed behind them, he finally remembered to thrust it at Hermione. "Here," he grumbled, hoping against hope his cheeks wouldn't betray him with pink, "this is for you."

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