bakerstreet | body heat meme

[Well her bra is very cute, so there there's no shame! Only... okay, she's a lady. There's a little shame if someone sees it without permission. Even so, Rin scoots a little closer.]

Just warn me next time. It wasn't bad.

[In fact she leans forward so that her hair falls in a way that leaves the nape of her neck bare. As if asking to be touched.]

[Once again, he sighs. It's almost a chore getting her to be honest with herself. Rather than ask for his hand, she just presents her neck. Well, he supposes it's better than nothing.

Instead of resting his hand there, however, he drapes his whole arm around her and her ball of blankets.]

Ah, I forgot the warning this time too. Apologies.

[Honest with herself? Never. Any want or desire comes second to her quest to find the root, after all. Everything else, like feelings, can be cast aside.

Despite that, when Archer drapes his arm around her she leans in. Tohsaka nestles herself comfortably beside him under his wing. The back of her head rests on his broad shoulder. He would dwarf her if not for the mass of blanket wrapped around her.]

Apology accepted, but next time I won't be so forgiving.

Tch, my master is so cruel.

[His tone is light as he feels her relax against his side. Though to him it seems like a million years ago, he briefly has a few flashbacks to his past life and sitting with her just like this. She doesn't know about any of that, but the memories are enough to soften him up a little even though he has a few more quips on the tip of his tongue.]

Are you warm enough?

Maybe. Do you have any other ways to make me warmer?

[She tilts her head to look at him. It reveals the soft curve of her neck as her chin points up toward the ceiling so she can see his face. Rin is... actually very comfortable like this with him. Even if the blanket smells old, even if the couch is lumpy and the mattress she dragged out is probably the same... Not being alone is nice. Not something she'll be willing to admit, but it's true.]

Apart from setting this blanket on fire, probably not.

[Yes, there's other ways. The real game is to see if she realizes that skin-to-skin contact is much more efficient than pressing together with too many layers between them.

Time to wait and watch.]

[Immediately she huffs and rolls her head back into position — the position being just barely poking out of that lump of blanket. There's a little piece of herself that's disappointed he didn't suggest something else, but another piece expected that sort of answer from him. He's a reliable Servant, and he seems like a decent person, aside from his foul tongue. It makes him so disagreeable. At times she just wants to grind him under her heel.]

Well, I suppose you weren't summoned for your creativity.

[He is a Faker, after all. No need for creativity if you can just copy everything you need.

And he doesn't have to know her as well as he knows her to see that she's disappointed. He sighs a little and wonders just why he gives such a damn. She's very troublesome, but he knows an annoyed Rin can be the worst kind of Rin to deal with.]

Then again, master, direct body heat is usually the best course of action.

[Her reaction is clear as day despite the covers obscuring her. Tension coils in her muscles causing her to flinch and sit up straight. Her back lifts away from him as her head follows and is removed from his shoulder.]

Y—yes, of course I am aware of that! But does a Servant give off their own body heat?

[Surely her question is already answered from when he touched her neck! Oh, but that could have purely been mana. She must be sure before agreeing to anything that might be skewed as anything less than proper or decent. Her reputation as a pure maiden is on the line! (no it's not, don't be so dramatic tohsaka)]

Edited (i know they're and their and there FIGHT ME) 2017-12-05 06:01 (UTC)

[His answer is a slight shrug. Mana or not, he wonders if that's a real question or just her making excuses. He's bordering on the edge of amusement and nonchalance, and he supposes that's probably why he can't stop teasing her sometimes. Her reactions are just too perfect.

Reaching out, he holds his hand towards her palm up.]

Rin. Is this warm?

[And it'll definitely be warm. Whether it's natural or just a bit of mana, he may never say.]

[He has to wait a moment as she fishes her arm out from the bundle she has herself tucked in, but eventually her hand is placed delicately in his. With it just resting there the difference in size between them is obvious. Tohsaka's pale fingers spread along his dark palm and move outward so that their hands are pressed flush together.]

...It is.

[She sounds surprised, but doesn't pull her hand away just yet. One of her fingers slips between his. She's tempted to thread the rest, but as soon as the idea comes to her she retreats from it by ceasing to touch him.]

[Through the whole thing, Archer remains neutral and completely still. He glances at the pale, almost porcelain-like fingers and hand in his darker, larger one. There is a brief, momentary pang in his gut accompanied by an almost dreamlike flashback of two hands more similar in color pressed together, but he doesn't stir or show any change.

When her hand pulls away, he also comes back to the present and looks down at her for a few moments as if waiting for her to speak once more. When that doesn't come, his red coat disappears to leave him in the black underarmor that he usually has on.]

Are you going to let me into the blankets, Rin?

[Goodness! His muscles are even more pronounced without the sleeves! For a moment she simply gawks at him like that before tearing her eyes away so she can focus on shuffling about under the covers. Eventually she holds out a corner so he can slip himself in beside her. If he takes a peek he'll see why she was so hesitant — though she foists all the laundry on him it's still a little embarrassing to have him see her like this. Long stretches of bare skin until the eye is met with her matching set of underthings. Lacy, delicate, and not at all practical.]

Don't dawdle.

[He doesn't peek, but he really doesn't have to. Anything other than obedience and neutrality would also probably set her off. So, with that in mind, he merely scoots under the blankets and pulls them around both of them even more.]

...

[And then because he really can't help himself even after trying so hard to do so, he reaches under the blankets to grip her thighs and hook her over into his lap sideways so that she's completely against his chest with her legs hanging on one side.]

Is this acceptable?

Edited (cough... peek... not peak) 2017-12-06 00:52 (UTC)

[There's an audible hitch in her breath when he grabs her, and she pulls her arms up to her chest in surprise when he pulls her to his lap. By the time he has Rin settled she's staring up at him with mouth agape and eyes wide.

He... he touched her!! Picked her up without asking, and grabbed her bare legs with his huge hands and just manhandled her! How dare he! That Archer better know what he's in for—

Oh. Anger and tension fade away when she notices his warmth. It surrounds her body and provides a comfort she felt like she hasn't had in ages (shut up Rin your probably woke up in your bed this morning and had breakfast served to you). All her indignant fury simmers down to a small pout as she begins to melt against his chest and settle into his lap.

There's just one thing though. Like this she can't really see his muscles, but she can feel them. They're so... huge! So solid! She can feel their shape just by resting her palm on his abs and pressing in a little...]

[Yeah, well, he works out.

Also, he wonders if she can feel that he's banished the black armor as well so that he's shirtless. He doesn't mention it and doesn't know if she'll comment on it either. Her hand, though, seems very insistent on at least touching his stomach and chest. Commenting on that is tempting, but he resists.]

If it's not warm enough...

[She hadn't answered him when he asked if it was good enough, so he uses that as an excuse to raise one hand and cradle her cheek to his chest so that he's warming both sides of her face. The other hand rests on her outermost thigh so that he's practically enveloping her entire, smaller body against his larger one.]

Edited 2017-12-06 01:26 (UTC)

[ARCHER LET HER EXPLORE YOUR BUFF SWEET ROLLS IN PEACE!! The fact that he's gradually becoming less clothed gives her pause, and his hands on her skin make her go rigid. She's not used to being touched so much! Where did all the modesty go? Regret grips her heart as she finds herself in a situation that becomes stickier by the second.

Tohsaka's heart beats loud and wild like a drum. The color in her cheeks floods her whole face and spills over to the tips of her ears. Warmth? Who is worried about warmth? She's worried about getting so nervous over their shared closeness that she sweats herself to dehydration! What a troublesome Servant? Who told him he could be so bold as to hold her like this?

Yet you won't hear any protest from her. No complaints or any scrambling to get away. Instead she just lets him hold her against him as she feels her face burning hot like the fire.]

Th—this is acceptable.

[Her voice doesn't hold the same cold, demanding tone it usually does when she's composed. Oops.]

[She's so...

He doesn't really know. Her reactions and the sensations her body gives his is reminiscent of the memories of his younger, other self... and yet...

These hands will never hold anything.

The warmer tone she (most likely reluctantly) uses is sort of welcome and even makes him smile a little. It's yet another thing he doesn't comment on directly. So, he holds her in silence for a good long while, keeping as much flesh against flesh as possible.

And then...]

Rin... are you always so color-coordinated?

[Referring to her underwear. HE CAN'T HELP HIMSELF.]

Color-coordinated...?

[She's not sure what he means at first. Is he teasing her about her cheeks being as red as her sweater?]

[Wait... she's not wearing her sweater. HEY! THAT MEANS HE'S TALKING ABOUT HER—]

Archer!

[She shifts around in his arms and grabs his face with her nails slightly digging into his skin. HOW DARE HE COMMENT ON HER PRIVATE GARMENTS! Does he really want to die today?]

[VERY PAINFUL, MASTER.

Even for a heroic spirit, having someone's nails dig into him like that? On his face even!? That's horrible! She really is a mean, nasty master!

But, he supposes it was because he couldn't help himself. God, she can't let anything go. And... he realizes he can't either. They're similar in that way even if they're so much different in other ways.

As she digs her fingers into his face, he grips her wrists in both hands so that their faces are very close. His breath mixes with hers as he looks her in the eyes.]

M-Master? This sort of repayment for warmth? I was expecting...--

[He trails off, stopping himself from saying something stupid like a kiss or cuddles.]

[Defiantly she huffs a breath purposefully right in his face.]

Why should I repay you? That foul tongue of yours is always adamant to cancel out any kindness, Archer. What is it that you would want from your Master, anyway?

[If her hands cannot claw at his face she allows them to rest limp in his. Instead she presses her mostly naked torso against Archer's huge muscles. Since she can't touch him one way, she'll do so in another.]

[His eyes narrow just a tad. Feeling her still press against him and the tone she uses makes him wonder if she’s once again being dishonest with herself or maybe being a little too dramatic even for her usual self.

One of his hands leave hers to slip upwards and rest in her cheek, still warm and inviting as he tilts his face towards hers some.]

If it isn’t too much trouble, maybe I could have one...

[Little kiss?]

... night of peace.

Fine. Have your night of peace.

[Immediately Rin takes herself and all the covers to the mattress laid out before the fire. It's one hop away to descend from the couch to the lumpy rectangular mass closer to the flame. She leaves him alone and in the cold as she huddles up to pout. Rin looks like a massive quilted mound with hair sticking out the top.

She has her back to him. In her anger she decides to freeze him out this time instead of letting her blood boil.]

[Well, now he's really pissed her off. It's fun getting a rise out of her, but he feels like she wins when she goes the icy route. Even though the temperature of the room has no effect on him whatsoever, the coolness of her attitude is enough to cause him to shiver a little.

Sometimes he goes a little too far. For whatever reason. Maybe it's because she can actually get a lot of emotion out of him, and that either frightens or annoys him. Being summoned as her servant is just a huge reminder of everything he's lost, especially in the quiet moments between them.

Giving her a few moments to pout, he finally sighs and slips off of the couch to crouch behind her. Reaching out, he hesitates for a brief moment before combing his fingers gently through her hair.]

Rin...

Edited (run-ons...) 2017-12-08 02:15 (UTC)

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