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prepare to lose half your life staring at this.

the morning after

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① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S UP AND ABOUT -- MAYBE DRESSED, MAYBE NOT -- AND IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT ARE THEY MAKING YOU? COULD IT BE... GRILLED CHEESE?
② HIT ME BABY: THEY'RE SUCH A PEACEFUL SLEEPER. A PEACEFUL, SEXY SLEEPER. ACTUALLY THERE'S TOO MUCH OF THAT SLEEPING HAPPENING. WHY DON'T YOU WAKE THEM UP, WORLD'S KINDEST ALARM?
③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED: YOU WAKE UP TO FIND THEY'RE RUMMAGING ABOUT FOR THEIR CLOTHES, ABOUT TO LEAVE. WHY THE RUSH, AND CAN YOU CONVINCE THEM TO STAY?
④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER: AND THE EVENING, MAYBE EVEN THE MORNING AFTER AFTER... HOURS HAVE PASSED BUT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE EACH OTHER! OR MAYBE ONE OF YOU JUST WON'T...
⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL: THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLOSET, A BABY IN THE BATHROOM, AND A TOTAL STRANGER CURLED UP BESIDE YOU. WHO IS THIS PERSON BESIDE YOU SMELLING OF TEQUILA AND REGRET? DO THEY KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT WHAT, OR WHO, WENT DOWN THAN YOU DO?
⑥ WET AND WILD: DON'T FEEL TOO LONELY WAKING UP BY YOURSELF -- THE SHOWER'S ON AND THE SOUND OF WATER FALLING IS MIGHTY INVITING. WHY DON'T YOU GET CLEANED UP -- OR DOWN AND DIRTY ALL OVER AGAIN?
⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE: SLEEP? WHAT IS THIS SLEEP THING YOU SPEAK OF? DAWN'S BREAKING AND NEITHER OF YOU HAVE GOTTEN A WINK, OR WANT ONE. WHO'S READY FOR ROUND asjldkjl?
⑧ A BITTER PILL: TURNS OUT THE REASON YOU SCORED WASN'T YOUR SPARKLING WIT AND MAGNETIC CONFIDENCE. YOUR PARTNER HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE -- THEY ALREADY KNEW IT, AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO. RECON? REVENGE? REBOUND? TAG AND FIND OUT, IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH!
⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE: THAT SLEEPY PERSON IN YOUR LIVING ROOM HAD A GREAT NIGHT -- WITH YOUR ROOMMATE. WELL, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHILE YOU'RE BOTH THERE, RIGHT? ... RIGHT?
⑩ WILD CARD: ROLL MORE THAN ONCE AND COMBINE SCENARIOS, CHOOSE YOUR FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN!

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Kise's touch is so light, not quiet hesitant but rather...restrained, almost. Like he wants to make sure she's comfortable, that every touch is a touch that she wants, and that makes any lingering anxiety fade in the wake of his lips brushing against hers.

"I'd like that," she says, her fingers trailing swirls and nonsense patterns against his back as she leans up to press soft, lingering kisses against his jaw and up to his ear. "I'd like that a lot."

Kise's heart nearly leaps out of his chest- he nearly chokes on it he's just that happy. The way she smiles at him, the feel of her fingertips and lips on his skin is the closest he's been to heaven, he thinks. But there's also an undercurrent of nervousness in his stomach. While they seem to have already done this last night, he doesn't remember any of it.

Now he feels like he could remember every single detail.

"You have to tell me if you want to stop, Kotoricchi," he says seriously, nudging her with his nose. "Promise?"

Kotori feels her cheeks heating up again, but not exactly from embarassment, but more from just how cared for his statement makes her feel. "I promise," she says just as seriously, because while she has nothing but faith in the fact that Kise would never do anything bad or painful to her, it also soothes that little anxiety she thinks maybe every girl carries around with them.

"And I may not remember much from last night, but...I do remember loving everything Kise-chan did," she says, her smile growing.

"Good. I'll just have to make up for it-" With that, Kise leans in for a kiss, his hands sliding down her sides to settle on her hip. He toys with the hem of her shirt - well, his shirt which honestly looks much better on her, he thinks - playful and teasing and testing the waters. He can't say he knows exactly what he's doing, but surely since he did it once, his body will remember it again.

"Kotoricchi--" His lips move down to her collarbone, hidden behind the collar of his shirt.

The touch of his hands, moving down waist to settle on her hips, makes her shiver. It's odd to think that he's the first and only person to touch her like this, in a way that goes beyond holding hands with her female friends or a quick, exuberant hug exchanged in the hall after seeing each other after the summer or winter break. Maybe the newness of it all explains why she's so sensitive, her fingers digging into his back as his lips brush her collarbone, although the material of his shirt is in the way.

Biting her lip, she reminds herself that he's (apparently) seen her naked already, and at this point, there's no need to be shy. It's with relative ease that she strips the shirt off, pressing herself close again in a combined desire to be close but also to feel a little less exposed, bringing their lips together in a shy, sweet kiss.

He obliges, his body pressed fully against hers. He feels every curve, the softness of her skin, and he laughs softly against her lips. He can't fight the way his smile stretches, like he's finally gotten his arms around someone precious, someone important.

Her thighs are warm under his fingertips as they trail and explore. He goes slowly, wanting to revel in every detail and every second. Whether she makes a sound, whether she shivers- he wants to remember all of it.

Kise is so warm against her, his muscles a wonderful counterpoint to her much softer body. And when he smiles into the kiss, it feels like her heart has melted, because it means he's enjoying himself, enjoying her, and that's such a lovely feeling. She finds herself smiling back, her cheeks still flushed but the nerves mostly banished.

Reassured now, she doesn't jump or startle when his hands start to wander, brushing over her thighs and and making her breath catch. When he touches too close to her knees, it makes her stifle a giggle, and the sensation on the outside of her thighs makes her eyes close and her breathing grow heavy. But it's when his fingers wander towards the inside of her thighs, where the skin is the most sensitive, that she shivers and clutches him tighter, her lips pressing tight together to muffle the little sound that tries to escape her throat.

He pauses, nuzzling into her neck to let her know that she's okay, that he's got her, that she's safe with him. He traces little patterns on her skin - a cat, a bird, a heart, a basketball hoop - to get her used to the feeling.

"How is that, Kotoricchi?"

The patterns traced onto her skin make no sense at first, her blood rushing in her ears and her muscles tense. But she recognizes the heart, the ears of the cat, and it makes her smile and giggle and most importantly, relax. She traces a heart on his shoulder in return, and the elegant swoops and curves that make up the characters of her name.

"It feels nice," she answers, feathering light, little kisses down his neck and collarbone. "Really nice."

"Good! That's all I want- this should be good for both of us. No matter what!" He decides to slow it down. The soft touches seem to be doing the trick, so he continues with that. Fingertips brush over her skin, feather-light as he scoots down to kiss her stomach, between her breasts. Just to make her feel as loved and appreciated as possible.

"I feel silly for being nervous. It's not like we didn't do this already last night," she admits, her blush returning at full force as he shifts down her body, kissing her flat stomach and the area between her breasts. They're on the small side, but he doesn't seem like he's going to complain, and his lips are soft against her skin, sending tingles down her spine and making her toes curl.

"Don't feel silly- it's only natural when we don't remember. It's like it never happened, even if it feels like we did." He's definitely not going to complain- in fact, he's going to slide his hands over them, squeezing them lightly. He's not the kind of guy to fuss about size like Aomine. After all, they fit perfectly in his palms.

His hands are so big against her body that it almost feels silly, but it's hard to laugh when his rough palms are pressing against her breasts, cupping and squeezing them softly. It's still enough contact to make her squirm and release a breathy sigh, her finger resting on the nape of his neck and playing with the soft, short hair there. "Are you nervous at all?" she asks.

"I'm really nervous, Kotoricchi... I don't want to hurt you. And I don't really know what I'm doing, but- I also want you to know how much I like you. And your body- and how much I want to make you feel good. And-" He just rambles on for a minute until she stops him because in his nervous talking he's paused in touching her.