bakerstreet | body heat meme

[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)

What? Not peaceful enough for you? You're free to take off if that's the case.

[Tohsaka huffs, but she doesn't protest him touching her or even swat away his hand. She allows him to get close. A part of her wants him too. And maybe that's why she's pulling away instead of blasting his ass through the roof of the cabin.]

Perhaps a little too peaceful.

[From her position, she can't see one of the corners of his mouth upturned at his own words.

But he supposes a gentle touch isn't enough to pull her back from using the cold shoulder. He decides on a genuine compliment.]

... That color suits you. [her undergarments--ah, but he should say it with a more personal touch] What I mean is, I like it.

[As he speaks, he's still reaching to stroke her hair.]

[I like it. Those words make her pulse flutter even if she's still angry with him. How does he know just how to rile her up, and then charm her again? It makes her heart hurt. Sometimes she feels like he's sincere, and other times she feels as if he's toying with her. The instability and uncertainty leaves her in an awkward position.]

So much for "knight class." You're very ill behaved, Archer.

[Not even a "thank you" because he shouldn't be commenting on her undergarments in the first place! Even if she's glad he likes it!]

[He knows he should pick one way and be that way with her at all times. Keeping her at a distance would be better for both of them, but those times when he's sincere are because he's weak to her. It's the times when the most pleasant memories flood his mind and he can't resist. It's when her scent, her touch, even her voice are too much for him.

Then he has to do something to push her away because... it's not good for so many reasons.]

Then it's a good thing I was summoned to an ill-behaved master.

[It's a tease, but his tone is full of fondness, not to mention his lips are close to her ear when he says it. When he speaks again, it's very quiet and even closer to her.]

Can I see them again?

[He's so close. Her body shivers as her lashes flutter. She can feel his breath on the shell of her ear as he speaks, and it's overwhelming. Her heart feels like its about to burst. She's so... angry with him, but she's also lonely and it's just so hard to keep fighting herself over this. Every time she lets herself get close to him she's partly angry and thankful he pushes her away, but when he comes back to her even after she has treated him so coldly — it's too much. It's exhausting, and she's getting tired of fighting it.

His words make her frown... until he asks his question.]

You will have to ask nicer than that to see something so precious.

[He sighs. Oh, she’s working so hard this time to keep him away. Normally he would silently thank her, but now he’s so deep into this action that he can’t help but want just a little more.

As she speaks, his hand gently cups her chin. He turns her head to one side as he tilts his face, their lips close after his action.]

Master... please.

[And he wonders if his little plea is enough for his ill-behaved master.]

[What greets him is wide blue eyes surprised by his boldness combined with his closeness. All she would need to do is lean in ever so slightly and their lips would touch. Rin's breath mingles with his. Her heart slams wildly against against her chest. So much so she can hear pulse pounding in her ears.

How... how does she even respond to that? Should she just let him because he asked? No, there has to be a way to make it seem like she's not too eager—]

First you have to let down my hair, Archer.

[Archer keeps his face close to hers as she speaks. His head tilts ever so slightly, and for a moment it looks like he'll just ignore her request and press his lips against hers immediately. But he pulls back and reaches up with both hands to comb through her hair.

Slowly and very gently, his fingers move strands of her hair until he finds the ties, the ribbons. He undoes them and sets them aside neatly. When her hair is down, he takes most of it in his hands, combing through it carefully and pulling it behind her shoulders before setting his hands there.]

Acceptable, Rin?

[He supposes the princess does deserve to be spoiled.]

I suppose it is.

[Tohsaka almost doesn't hear him because the sound of her own pulse is almost deafening to her. She hopes more than anything that he doesn't hear it as well. Slowly her body moves under the covers. Delicately she unwraps herself with a painstaking pace as if she's waiting for him to screw this up and spare them both...

Even if a secret part of her hopes he doesn't.]

[His weight shifts backwards as he leans on his heels. He gives her plenty of room to pull the blankets away and expose more of herself to him. Normally, he could probably tease her with an offhand remark or some sort of comment, but he is completely silent. Part of him sort of think that's probably even harsher on her than if he said something.

When the blankets are out of the way, he leans forward again. His eyes seem to shine a little thanks to the fire as he looks down at her, inspecting her almost. He then reaches for the blanket, pulling it away completely and leaving her on the mattress with nothing to cover herself.

Reaching out, he traces two fingers up her side and then along the strap of her bra on her shoulder.]

We won't need the blanket.

[It's gone. Her only form of comfort. The protection she'd shrink back into if threatened or upset. Almost instantly her arm reaches out for the covers as he takes them away. Now gone is the cool expression she tried using to hide hot emotions plaguing her. Instead Rin is left looking shocked and vulnerable. Especially when Archer touches her skin.

Despite her lips parting no words come from her mouth. As if she realizes how stupid she'd sound if she questioned him why they wouldn't need the blanket.]

Just— Just don't do anything weird, alright?

[What constitutes as weird? The world may never know.]

[He doesn't bother clarifying his remark. It's better to let her just imagine the reason why they don't need the blanket. Though he hasn't been teasing her in the past few minutes, that can probably count as him still messing with her on purpose.

A little smirk plays on his lips as she tells him not to do anything weird. He wants to ask what she means, but he lets the urge pass.

Carefully, he presses his hand against her shoulder, laying her down on the mattress. Then he shifts, hovering over her and looking down. Slowly, he presses his hand to her stomach and slowly moves it upwards, slides his fingers up the center of her chest, and cups her throat gently before holding the side of her face.]

Are you cold?

[His careful press won't be enough at first. Initially she'll fight it on instinct, and only when he insists will she force herself to cave and allow him to guide her back to the sad, lumpy, and pathetic excuse for a mattress. Rin watches him the whole time like a deer caught in headlights. If they were exchanging words she'd have to look away — afraid that her eyes might tell the truth should she tell a small lie. For now her eyes drink him in, but they mostly stay fixated on his face. As if his expression would tell her how this is going to go, or prepare her for what comes next.

Thankfully his question is easy to answer.]

Of course I am! You took my blanket, didn't you? Don't be so dense.

[Ah, yes. There's her comfort zone. A typical remark paired with her typical pout.]

[Her words make his head tilt a little, a small smile forming. There's his Tohsaka, defiant to the end. When she finishes, the hand on her cheek moves a little so that his thumb can brush across her lips suggestively.]

You're saying you want the blanket back and for me to go gather more firewood?

[He'll never get over the verbal foreplay.]

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