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the picture prompt meme
 the picture prompt meme I — Comment with your character.
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Ah right, yeah... but still I wouldn't want some bloke telling you if we were bumming. [He doesn't know why that's important and he most certainly shouldn't have used the word bumming, especially with the harsh tone he'd used for the verb, but it was what it was. He sucks in another harsh drag of his cigarette, blowing it out the window and leaning backwards, using his powers to support himself so he could float faintly in the space he was occupying.
He worries his lip again with his teeth while he listens to Ace, reaching out with his powers to pull the bottle out of the boy's fingers and towards him, taking another swift drink before floating it back in Ace's direction.]
Right... didn't know that. So like... often enough that I probably should've realized by now, yeah? [He grins, shrugging slightly.] Guess I'm a shit mate when it comes to these things. [He felt kind of bad about it too, because he should probably keep better tabs on the other boy. Also because he'd been under the impression that Ace's inability to brush against people in the halls, something which meant Ade regularly body checked people out of the way if he saw them getting a little too close, meant that he wouldn't be sleeping with people when the moment took him.]
Right yeah... guess I don't have a type either. At least not one I'm gonna act on or anything. [He grins though at the small admission.] Oh yeah? Do I need to go buy myself a bottle of hair dye to stop you getting your knickers tight any time soon? [Because he'd be an asshole like that after all.
He frowns at that, rubbing a spot on his chin.] Right.... so I've gotta start thinking of blokes what switch it up a lot? Or shifters?
He worries his lip again with his teeth while he listens to Ace, reaching out with his powers to pull the bottle out of the boy's fingers and towards him, taking another swift drink before floating it back in Ace's direction.]
Right... didn't know that. So like... often enough that I probably should've realized by now, yeah? [He grins, shrugging slightly.] Guess I'm a shit mate when it comes to these things. [He felt kind of bad about it too, because he should probably keep better tabs on the other boy. Also because he'd been under the impression that Ace's inability to brush against people in the halls, something which meant Ade regularly body checked people out of the way if he saw them getting a little too close, meant that he wouldn't be sleeping with people when the moment took him.]
Right yeah... guess I don't have a type either. At least not one I'm gonna act on or anything. [He grins though at the small admission.] Oh yeah? Do I need to go buy myself a bottle of hair dye to stop you getting your knickers tight any time soon? [Because he'd be an asshole like that after all.
He frowns at that, rubbing a spot on his chin.] Right.... so I've gotta start thinking of blokes what switch it up a lot? Or shifters?
[ Ace feels the tug of the bottle against his fingers as Adrian tries to draw it away from him with his powers. He doesn't resist, letting it go gently just to be sure Ade's got it so he doesn't end up dropping it and spilling it everywhere. He's still upside down when he grins at him, lazy and relaxed and a tiny bit buzzed. ]
Bumming. That's a new one. I mean, not the actual word - we use it for like... borrowing something or asking for a favor, like, 'can I bum a cigarette' or 'can i bum a ride'. [ He says the word to himself again, quieter and under his breath, huffing out a quiet laugh through his nose. One of these days he's going to run out of new things to learn from Adrian. ] Anyway. If some dude ever does decide he wants to tell me all about your sexcapades, I'll make sure to nut-tap him and then pretend I didn't hear anything.
[ Ace hold his hand out for the bottle as it floats back to him, knocking the side of it with the backs of his fingers before he gets a hold on it. He pushes himself up then, turning back over onto his stomach and propping himself up a bit on his elbows.
He takes a drink before he answers. ]
Nah, man, you're not shit. It's not like I run around playing Guess Who's Bed I was in Last Night. [ Ade's assumptions aren't unreasonable, though. It's all a matter of choice with Ace. If he doesn't choose someone, if he doesn't decide for himself that so-and-so can touch him, even if it's just an accidental brush of shoulders in the hall, it's not okay. He's very selective, especially about the people he sleeps with. Regardless, it's probably safe to say that Ace is very appreciative of the fact that Ade looks out for him when it comes to people keeping their distance.
Ace seems to consider Ade's comment about his hair. For the most part, he is absolutely kidding when he shrugs casually and says, ] I mean you could, if you think that'll actually help.
[ He tries to hold a serious-yet-vaguely-interested expression for as long as he can, but he eventually breaks into a laugh, shaking his head. You're safe, Ade - Ace doesn't have a death wish (or if he does, he doesn't plan on being taken down for that ).
He scratches at the edge of his jaw, then slides his hand back to rub at the back of his neck. ]
Why are you so interested in who it is, man? You don't know him - if you did, you'd have already said something to me about him. I'm like 99% sure of it.
Bumming. That's a new one. I mean, not the actual word - we use it for like... borrowing something or asking for a favor, like, 'can I bum a cigarette' or 'can i bum a ride'. [ He says the word to himself again, quieter and under his breath, huffing out a quiet laugh through his nose. One of these days he's going to run out of new things to learn from Adrian. ] Anyway. If some dude ever does decide he wants to tell me all about your sexcapades, I'll make sure to nut-tap him and then pretend I didn't hear anything.
[ Ace hold his hand out for the bottle as it floats back to him, knocking the side of it with the backs of his fingers before he gets a hold on it. He pushes himself up then, turning back over onto his stomach and propping himself up a bit on his elbows.
He takes a drink before he answers. ]
Nah, man, you're not shit. It's not like I run around playing Guess Who's Bed I was in Last Night. [ Ade's assumptions aren't unreasonable, though. It's all a matter of choice with Ace. If he doesn't choose someone, if he doesn't decide for himself that so-and-so can touch him, even if it's just an accidental brush of shoulders in the hall, it's not okay. He's very selective, especially about the people he sleeps with. Regardless, it's probably safe to say that Ace is very appreciative of the fact that Ade looks out for him when it comes to people keeping their distance.
Ace seems to consider Ade's comment about his hair. For the most part, he is absolutely kidding when he shrugs casually and says, ] I mean you could, if you think that'll actually help.
[ He tries to hold a serious-yet-vaguely-interested expression for as long as he can, but he eventually breaks into a laugh, shaking his head. You're safe, Ade - Ace doesn't have a death wish (or if he does, he doesn't plan on being taken down for that ).
He scratches at the edge of his jaw, then slides his hand back to rub at the back of his neck. ]
Why are you so interested in who it is, man? You don't know him - if you did, you'd have already said something to me about him. I'm like 99% sure of it.
[ Of course there would be no other reply, no other answer, no other reaction than bolstered perseverance. Stay away from me. Leave. Get out — each another voice added to the chorus of dismissals, a litany that has had the gall to border on a plea ( and yet still never begging, always wearily but vehemently demanding his absence, his removal from her ) in her more susceptible moments, when he has invaded the serenity and stillness of dreams and hunted her through snow-capped mountains and desert wastelands to engage in the inevitable confrontation that awaits them each and every time. Wherever she turns, Kylo Ren follows; that much has not changed since her visions, has not since righted itself, as he appears to her with alarming frequency — bathed in shadow upon the shore, stampeding through teeming swamps, beneath closed eyelids with a vivid clarity that suggests she has mapped the terrain of his face ( unassuming, boyish, normal and nothing like the creature in a mask that manifests before her now ) until it has seared itself into her retinas.
She wants none of it, no part in this bond, constantly an unwilling participant; he has known it, and she has done nothing to deny it in her refusal to perceive this as a gift, to view his proposal as an advantage, to imagine this connection could incur anything other than sabotage and subterfuge and mutual destruction no matter the understanding they have acquired through nights spent delving into holofrequencies and bartering for slips of their minds in a strange system of exchange — and she has no desire to give him even that, to give him any part of her. Not her fury, not her fear, not the singing of adrenaline in her veins and the heated rush of blood pulsating throughout her veins when they crash and collide into one another's orbits. In the end, it's as distant a dream as severing the tether that binds them — like slicing through a limb, like carving out a section of tendon and muscle to be rid of him — when he spins his blade, hissing and spitting like fizzling embers beneath the torrent of rain. The flourish of his saber beckons her, and she heeds the call in an animalistic impulse, a baser urge dictated by fight or flight. She has attempted the latter only to be headed off, has rejected the former as an option, withholding the violence he seeks — the violence he invokes the moment he charges forward, disturbing the tenuous agreement she has made with herself, as if knowing she cannot resist the pull.
( Of course there would be no other reply, no other answer, no other reaction than widened pupils splitting through a flash of green like a dark chasm — anticipatory, on edge, a warning of the feral creature she could become if provoked further. )
Her sudden steps backward dislodge stones beneath her feet, digging her heels in to maintain her balance as she eludes the brunt of his attack, sacrificing her grasp on her saber in the process as it slips and clatters. Dodging is her only option, she realizes, when he has forced her into a defensive position. She is no fool, at that; he dwarfs her considerably in size and stature, and so she is forced to fall back on her superior agility to evade a more critical injury, suffering a scathing mark instead — a graze of his beam as it slices through the edge of her cloak and brushes against skin, searing the fabric into the wound streaking across her bicep as she grits her teeth, harsh breaths escaping through the small spaces between her molars in a ragged and pained pattern. She forgets the why of her inquiry, that desperate command for an answer, a reason for his relentless pursuit when it is not to strike her down, crush her beneath the heavy step of a boot; there is no room for conversation, no time to think beyond wrapping both hands around the haft of his own saber in the aftermath of his thrust toward her, and it's with a determined twist of her expression and the jump of muscles beneath a clenched jaw that she forces her weight and momentum into the action to pivot and draw the hooked edge of his blade toward his chest in her intent to inflict retaliatory damage with his own weapon. ]
She wants none of it, no part in this bond, constantly an unwilling participant; he has known it, and she has done nothing to deny it in her refusal to perceive this as a gift, to view his proposal as an advantage, to imagine this connection could incur anything other than sabotage and subterfuge and mutual destruction no matter the understanding they have acquired through nights spent delving into holofrequencies and bartering for slips of their minds in a strange system of exchange — and she has no desire to give him even that, to give him any part of her. Not her fury, not her fear, not the singing of adrenaline in her veins and the heated rush of blood pulsating throughout her veins when they crash and collide into one another's orbits. In the end, it's as distant a dream as severing the tether that binds them — like slicing through a limb, like carving out a section of tendon and muscle to be rid of him — when he spins his blade, hissing and spitting like fizzling embers beneath the torrent of rain. The flourish of his saber beckons her, and she heeds the call in an animalistic impulse, a baser urge dictated by fight or flight. She has attempted the latter only to be headed off, has rejected the former as an option, withholding the violence he seeks — the violence he invokes the moment he charges forward, disturbing the tenuous agreement she has made with herself, as if knowing she cannot resist the pull.
( Of course there would be no other reply, no other answer, no other reaction than widened pupils splitting through a flash of green like a dark chasm — anticipatory, on edge, a warning of the feral creature she could become if provoked further. )
Her sudden steps backward dislodge stones beneath her feet, digging her heels in to maintain her balance as she eludes the brunt of his attack, sacrificing her grasp on her saber in the process as it slips and clatters. Dodging is her only option, she realizes, when he has forced her into a defensive position. She is no fool, at that; he dwarfs her considerably in size and stature, and so she is forced to fall back on her superior agility to evade a more critical injury, suffering a scathing mark instead — a graze of his beam as it slices through the edge of her cloak and brushes against skin, searing the fabric into the wound streaking across her bicep as she grits her teeth, harsh breaths escaping through the small spaces between her molars in a ragged and pained pattern. She forgets the why of her inquiry, that desperate command for an answer, a reason for his relentless pursuit when it is not to strike her down, crush her beneath the heavy step of a boot; there is no room for conversation, no time to think beyond wrapping both hands around the haft of his own saber in the aftermath of his thrust toward her, and it's with a determined twist of her expression and the jump of muscles beneath a clenched jaw that she forces her weight and momentum into the action to pivot and draw the hooked edge of his blade toward his chest in her intent to inflict retaliatory damage with his own weapon. ]
Edited (look at me nitpicking wording) 2016-07-15 03:02 (UTC)
[ Kasumi gets the feeling he's not sure what to do with himself, or more specifically with his hands, but it doesn't bother her--she knows what to do and honestly, she's good with her hands. So as Duv's come to a floundering rest on her back, she pulls one of her hands away from his hair, trailing with a light touch once again along his jawline, his neck, until the tips of her fingers press firmly where neck meets shoulder while her other hand continues to thread through his hair. While the kiss had been chaste, positioned as they are Kasumi finds herself wanting to heat things up a little, perhaps from an instinctual urge, perhaps because she actually really, really likes Duv.. ]
[ Oh god--
He's grateful he's found a place for his hands to be because suddenly his brain appears to be incapable of thinking beyond how good she feels against him. Not for the first time he wonders how he's been this fortunate since coming here. He shivers as her hands tease and he's pressing firmly into the kiss, wanting.
Is there something else he should be doing with his hands? Removing clothing comes to mind but he hesitates, unsure if that's the direction she wants to go despite her body language. His fingers toy briefly with the hem of shirt before he brushes the fabric back down against her, leaving it right where it is. ]
He's grateful he's found a place for his hands to be because suddenly his brain appears to be incapable of thinking beyond how good she feels against him. Not for the first time he wonders how he's been this fortunate since coming here. He shivers as her hands tease and he's pressing firmly into the kiss, wanting.
Is there something else he should be doing with his hands? Removing clothing comes to mind but he hesitates, unsure if that's the direction she wants to go despite her body language. His fingers toy briefly with the hem of shirt before he brushes the fabric back down against her, leaving it right where it is. ]
[ Oh. She isn't expecting Duv to move things forward, at least not just yet, but the bare touch of his fingers on her skin even as brief as it was, leaves her wanting. He probably didn't mean to tease her at all, and yet here they are, with Kasumi pulling her hand away from his hair to take his offending hand in hers to guide it carefully underneath her shirt. It may not be coming off just yet, but she wants to feel his hands on her skin. She pulls away from their kiss, instead pressing her lips lightly along his jawline until she reaches his ear, into which she whispers, ]
Keep going.
Keep going.
Edited 2016-07-16 15:12 (UTC)
[ Somehow he manages to stop himself from blurting out the idiotic question are you sure that's what you want? His eyes slide shut and his own breathing is uneven as he feels her words on him. Her eagerness is obvious and his finger tips brush up her back, tracing along her spine and causing her blouse to move higher.
With her pressed up against him, he wnats nothing more than to keep her there, warm and secure, safe. But even with everything happening so fast, he can't shake his immediate concern.
He hesitates for moment, hands pausing in their movements as he asks, ] Kasumi, do you...? [ Where are the lines because he can't see them. ]
With her pressed up against him, he wnats nothing more than to keep her there, warm and secure, safe. But even with everything happening so fast, he can't shake his immediate concern.
He hesitates for moment, hands pausing in their movements as he asks, ] Kasumi, do you...? [ Where are the lines because he can't see them. ]
When Poe reacts, Rey opens her eyes and let her focus slip. He's still there, faint but still there and this is a good sign because it means Rey can still pull him out of this catatonic state. It's getting increasingly difficult to keep her fear at bay though, as she tries to bring Poe back.
Rey lets her mind calm again, falling easily into a deep meditation within seconds. The ease with which she is able to calm her mind is equal parts helpful and strange. Rey's always had trouble getting into a meditation this deep so smoothly and it doesn't hit her that this could be at fault.
When she reaches out for Poe again, she's more forceful. Her mind grips at his, trying her best to engulf it and somehow slip in, it feels like a better tactic than trying to shove her mind into his. 'Come back, Poe,' her voice whispers, pleads as she tries to surround him. 'We need you.'
Rey lets her mind calm again, falling easily into a deep meditation within seconds. The ease with which she is able to calm her mind is equal parts helpful and strange. Rey's always had trouble getting into a meditation this deep so smoothly and it doesn't hit her that this could be at fault.
When she reaches out for Poe again, she's more forceful. Her mind grips at his, trying her best to engulf it and somehow slip in, it feels like a better tactic than trying to shove her mind into his. 'Come back, Poe,' her voice whispers, pleads as she tries to surround him. 'We need you.'
Wait really? Yeah we say bumming for when like... a blokes putting his cock up your bum. Although I guess you could still say can I bum a ride 'cause we also say a ride for fit blokes. [He shrugs, such a great language teacher.] Yeah well I hope you do mate, then let me know all 'bout it so I can cut his future sexcapades short. [Is sexcapades really a word? Is it a common word? Is he going to use it all the time now thinking he was hip and down with the kids? Maybe.]
Right okay, I probably should've. I guess maybe its just me trying to be normal, yeah? Asking now... [He frowns, finishing up the cigarette and flicking it out the window before moving from the sill to perch on the end of the bed.] I've been thinking 'bout it a bit, yeah? I guess that's normal... hormones or whatever. [Because of course Ade thinks puberty is still happening at twenty-four years old.
His eyes go wide though when Ace drops that particular line and he stares at him for a couple of heartbeats.] Wait what? That's not a bloody thing I need to do Ace, is it mate? [He tilts his head to the side even as the other boy starts laughing.] Objectively but... like am I hot? Is that a question I'm allowed to ask without coming off as a massive twat? [If only he'd seen mean girls he could've made a do you think I'm pretty joke.]
I don't know mate! [He throws a hand up as if that'll help things.] I was just... curious? Fuck that ain't a word I need to be using. [He shakes his head before slumping down onto the bed.] We can just drop it.
Right okay, I probably should've. I guess maybe its just me trying to be normal, yeah? Asking now... [He frowns, finishing up the cigarette and flicking it out the window before moving from the sill to perch on the end of the bed.] I've been thinking 'bout it a bit, yeah? I guess that's normal... hormones or whatever. [Because of course Ade thinks puberty is still happening at twenty-four years old.
His eyes go wide though when Ace drops that particular line and he stares at him for a couple of heartbeats.] Wait what? That's not a bloody thing I need to do Ace, is it mate? [He tilts his head to the side even as the other boy starts laughing.] Objectively but... like am I hot? Is that a question I'm allowed to ask without coming off as a massive twat? [If only he'd seen mean girls he could've made a do you think I'm pretty joke.]
I don't know mate! [He throws a hand up as if that'll help things.] I was just... curious? Fuck that ain't a word I need to be using. [He shakes his head before slumping down onto the bed.] We can just drop it.
[ She sighs into his ear as his fingers leave a trail of warmth along her spine, her breath hot on his skin. God, he could drive her mad just keeping on like that, and for a moment she presses herself in as close as can be against him-- but then he stops, asks. Does she...? She moves her arms, hands resting on his shoulders and propping herself up so she can look down at him. ]
Do I-- [ and then it occurs to her as worry changes her expression: ] Am I going too fast? Oh god, I'm sorry, Duv...
Do I-- [ and then it occurs to her as worry changes her expression: ] Am I going too fast? Oh god, I'm sorry, Duv...
No, it's not that it's-- [ His words are hurried in a frantic attempt to assure her only for him to realize just how little they make sense.
Deep breath. Take two. ] I was unsure where you wanted this to go and didn't want to force anything.
[ Which sounds strange to his ears given a moment ago she was pressed so fully against him, a feeling he misses. Though a brief glance over her tells him very quickly he has a better view. ]
Deep breath. Take two. ] I was unsure where you wanted this to go and didn't want to force anything.
[ Which sounds strange to his ears given a moment ago she was pressed so fully against him, a feeling he misses. Though a brief glance over her tells him very quickly he has a better view. ]
[ She swallows thickly as she continues to look down at him, but at length her expression turns fond. ]
I want it to go wherever you want it to go, Duv. Trust me, I wouldn't still be here if I thought you were forcing anything.
[Which is true enough. She has the power to literally disappear at will. ]
I want it to go wherever you want it to go, Duv. Trust me, I wouldn't still be here if I thought you were forcing anything.
[Which is true enough. She has the power to literally disappear at will. ]
[ There's a long moment where he catches, and keeps, her gaze and his hand trails up her back until he can tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. ]
I... care a great deal for you. I'd like the chance to show that though this is hardly the best place for it. We could move... [ He motions with a small wave towards his bedroom. He can feel his heart rate steadily increasing as he makes the suggestion. ]
If you wanted, of course.
I... care a great deal for you. I'd like the chance to show that though this is hardly the best place for it. We could move... [ He motions with a small wave towards his bedroom. He can feel his heart rate steadily increasing as he makes the suggestion. ]
If you wanted, of course.
[ After about a year of casual dates and hookups, this is... new, and Kasumi finds her own heart beating more quickly in the silence that passes between them, and even more so after he brushes the hair away from her face. For a moment, Kasumi can't quite find any words that wouldn't just betray her usual aura, because she feels totally breathless at how genuine Duv is being. All she can do is nod her head and say, quietly, ]
I do want to. [ There's another beat of silence as she gazes at him like she's looking for an answer, for clarity in his eyes, ] I want you, Duv.
I do want to. [ There's another beat of silence as she gazes at him like she's looking for an answer, for clarity in his eyes, ] I want you, Duv.
[ Duv is suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss her, one he acts on immediately, fully and completely. Has anyone ever made him feel this wanted? At home, he walks a thin line where he's shunned by both sides for his efforts. Here...
It feels as if he can lead a very different life.
His breath is gone when he finally pulls away, reluctantly nudging her so he can sit up. He's not quite willing to give up their proximity and he wraps his arms around her waist, a solution to this coming to mind. ] If you'd allow me, I'd be honored to see you safely to my room.
[ Because if she's willing, he'd be happy to carry her there. ]
It feels as if he can lead a very different life.
His breath is gone when he finally pulls away, reluctantly nudging her so he can sit up. He's not quite willing to give up their proximity and he wraps his arms around her waist, a solution to this coming to mind. ] If you'd allow me, I'd be honored to see you safely to my room.
[ Because if she's willing, he'd be happy to carry her there. ]
[ She kisses him back soundly and her fingers find their way into his hair once more, gently carding through the tresses. She follows along when he moves to sit up, which puts her right in his lap, and she loops her arms around him with her elbows resting on his shoulders. Kasumi, naturally, can't help but smirk in her response--but only briefly, before the smile turns fond again. ]
Well, who am I to take that honor away from you? Carry on, Doctor Galeni.
[ Pun, again, 100% intended. ]
Well, who am I to take that honor away from you? Carry on, Doctor Galeni.
[ Pun, again, 100% intended. ]
Edited 2016-07-17 04:16 (UTC)
[ He huffs out a light laugh and there's something about the address coming from her lips that has him blushing once more. With great care, he scoops her up and holds her too his chest, hold protective and firm. He has no intentions of causing her any harm. Has she always been this petite? ]
Thank you for preserving what little I have left, [ he teases lightly. ] It's not a concession I'm used to being given.
Thank you for preserving what little I have left, [ he teases lightly. ] It's not a concession I'm used to being given.
[ Yes, Duv, she has always been this petite, and she could seriously get used to him carrying her like this. This time, however, she presses a gentle kiss to his neck. She responds with an equally light and teasing tone, ]
Well, I'm not used to being carried around like this, so I guess we both have some adjusting to do, don't we?
Well, I'm not used to being carried around like this, so I guess we both have some adjusting to do, don't we?
I wouldn't mind helping you adjust. [ Because he far from minds carrying her like this and his smile widens at the feel of her lips against him.
The door takes some maneuvering and he manages to push it open without mishap, thankfully. There had been a brief second there where he was concerned about bumping her into the frame before he saved it with some careful footwork. His room is hardly anything special, the walls are lined with bookshelves and the bed is nicely made in military-fashion. ]
The door takes some maneuvering and he manages to push it open without mishap, thankfully. There had been a brief second there where he was concerned about bumping her into the frame before he saved it with some careful footwork. His room is hardly anything special, the walls are lined with bookshelves and the bed is nicely made in military-fashion. ]
Good. Neither do I.
[ Kasumi does her own part in making sure her head doesn't slam into the door frame, curling up into a little ball in Duv's arms. Once they're through, she unfurls and casts a quick, cursory glance about his bedroom and--honestly, it suits him. Although it could use some decoration, that's a thought for a later time. Right now, her heart is beating more quickly than she'd ever want to admit, but she doesn't particularly mind it, either. More than that, it's... warm in his arms, and she reaches up to place a hand on his cheek, bidding him to look at her. ]
Duv, are you sure about this?
[ She knows she is. But she did come here unannounced and all, and things tonight have been fast, although not unwelcome. ]
[ Kasumi does her own part in making sure her head doesn't slam into the door frame, curling up into a little ball in Duv's arms. Once they're through, she unfurls and casts a quick, cursory glance about his bedroom and--honestly, it suits him. Although it could use some decoration, that's a thought for a later time. Right now, her heart is beating more quickly than she'd ever want to admit, but she doesn't particularly mind it, either. More than that, it's... warm in his arms, and she reaches up to place a hand on his cheek, bidding him to look at her. ]
Duv, are you sure about this?
[ She knows she is. But she did come here unannounced and all, and things tonight have been fast, although not unwelcome. ]
[ He's laying her down gently on the bed when she asks that and he pauses. Is he sure? They've been seeing each other for a while now and... ]
I missed you while you were gone, [ he says quietly, gaze flickering downward shyly before he forces himself to meet hers. ] Everything felt different, like something was missing. [ Acutely. And that she even cares enough to ask speaks volumes to him. ]
Yes, Kasumi. I'm sure.
I missed you while you were gone, [ he says quietly, gaze flickering downward shyly before he forces himself to meet hers. ] Everything felt different, like something was missing. [ Acutely. And that she even cares enough to ask speaks volumes to him. ]
Yes, Kasumi. I'm sure.
[ She holds his gaze even as he's setting her onto the bed, even when he breaks eye contact briefly. Something warm blooms in her chest while he's telling her that he missed her; it's a feeling that she hasn't felt in such a long time, but it doesn't scare her away. She knows it would have months ago, or with anyone else, but with Duv it feels genuine, warm, and it feels safe. It feels real. By the time he finally answers her question, that he's sure, it's like he's taken the breath right out of her, and all she wants to do is pull him closer and into another kiss--to feel his body against hers again, and show him just how much he means to her. ]
[ That kiss reassures him and he rests his hands on either side of her as he presses down into it. Everything about her feels almost like a dream and it's only her physical presence that keeps him grounded the reality that this is happening. She's here and she wants him. ]
It's been a while, [ he murmurs apologetically against her lips. He's rusty in more ways than one and the last thing he wants is to disappoint her. ] If you need me to do anything differently...
[ If there's one thing he can do well, it's take instruction. ]
It's been a while, [ he murmurs apologetically against her lips. He's rusty in more ways than one and the last thing he wants is to disappoint her. ] If you need me to do anything differently...
[ If there's one thing he can do well, it's take instruction. ]
Shh, [ Kasumi tries to interrupt his apology, but it doesn't seem to stop him. Instead, she presses another kiss to his lips as she trails off before she pulls away to give him his first instruction, ] Relax. That's what I need you to do.
[ Now, where were they'd stopped on the couch? Oh, right. Kasumi moves one hand to the nape of Duv's neck as she resumes kissing him, the other one grabbing a hold of his hand and guiding it, letting his fingertips trace along the hem of her shirt until she lets his hand slip underneath. And then, his second, more familiar instruction: ]
Keep going.
[ Now, where were they'd stopped on the couch? Oh, right. Kasumi moves one hand to the nape of Duv's neck as she resumes kissing him, the other one grabbing a hold of his hand and guiding it, letting his fingertips trace along the hem of her shirt until she lets his hand slip underneath. And then, his second, more familiar instruction: ]
Keep going.
She hmmmns in response. She doesn't dislike salmon, but it normally wouldn't be her first pick on a menu. She decides to trust his suggestion though ...mostly because she can't decide what to order otherwise. Who knows, maybe she'll be pleasantly surprised. "I'll take your advice."
At his next statement she can't help but to smirk. It's not exactly a surprise. Like, at all, but still. Good to have the verification, she guesses. And for him to phrase it like that is kind of cute. "Never thought you were," she says, "and I'm glad to know my suspicions were correct."
At his next statement she can't help but to smirk. It's not exactly a surprise. Like, at all, but still. Good to have the verification, she guesses. And for him to phrase it like that is kind of cute. "Never thought you were," she says, "and I'm glad to know my suspicions were correct."
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