icarusalsoflew | 003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[She huffs, like someone loosing a battle but also too amused to be upset about it. Shaking her head, she walks up to his desk.]

Well, it's a tough market. Had to apply the five finger discount first.

[As she's speaking, she leans back against the edge of his desk, next to his elbow, smug smile at the corner of her lips. She's pretty clever.]

[ ...Right where he can really catch the way she smells. You know what that does to him, especially if he loves you. And he happens to love you very much, as you're well aware.

Turning to look at her, with a smile around the cigarette perched between his lips. Taking a drag from that, then. ]

For the record, I do believe that you're the only girl in Eudio who could do something like that and come out of it smelling like roses.

[Yes, yes, well aware, maybe using it to her advantage (and in the name of his good health?) right now. All's fair in love and Mae, as the saying goes.

She hums, reaching up to pinch his chin with her fingers.]

That's such a sweet thing to say. [But truly, smelling like roses after a castration? You like violence a little too much for her tastes, but she'll go with it. She knew what she was getting into, after all, getting into bed with gangsters. (Seriously, never letting that go.)]

For the record, [Her voice drops a little, and she leans in closer to continue,] If your mouth wasn't busy right now, I'd kiss you so well, you'd be left wondering why you hadn't asked for it sooner.

[ And he's distinctly aware of your lips: the shape, the way they move. Your voice, as well: it will, from here until always, stand out against about every other sound in a room at any given moment.

Hum. Making a thoughtful noise, his own lips quirking up in amusement, and then pulling back. ]

And it endeavors to be busy for a little longer. At least until this chapter's done.

[ He's a fast reader, okay. ]

[She's a little insulted, really. A little bit hurt, too. Wow.

She lifts the book to see what it is he's trading her kisses in for and with the distraction she gets it away from him altogether. Jumps away from the desk and puts some distance between them.

You could blame dancer feet, or you could blame Josh because if she's sneakier nowadays it's mostly thanks to his help.]

Let's see, what counts more than a hot and heavy snog... [Something thick and boring.] Good lord, you've got fourty pages left till the end of the chapter -- [She lowers the book and looks at him, appalled.]

I wasn't going to be, but I am insulted now.

[ Welp.

There's a flash of surprise (huh, okay, maybe he should have expected that?), and then you've got this one's full attention again.

Sighing, just a bit. To be fair to him, though, it's not precisely exasperated. And he does look a tad apologetic. ]

I only meant to finish that, and then give you my full attention.

For about fifteen intense minutes, before moving to the next chapter? [Gives him such a look.]

I don't think I believe you, Mr. Shinta. [And it's only because she's very nice that she picks a stray piece of paper off a shelf -- some receipt, maybe? - and shoves it in as a bookmark before slamming the book shut.]

You were here this morning and you're still here now, and I count too many cups of coffee and I know that there's nothing life-threatening. Do you think that Administration will what, slap your wrists if you don't hand the exams back a day before deadline? Or maybe the city will burn, what with it being a nest of such dangerous criminals - the traffic violations alone! Heavens.

[She may be smiling, but you can tell she's not pleased. Books shouldn't be of more interest than the people who love him. And her tirade is...

Well, that was very blunt. Not at all because she was projecting, no; there was no trace of little Mavis wishing her parents paid more attention, loved her better, loved her more or at all. Not here.]

Josh's face runs the risk of freezing in a sad puppy frown. [Yeah, that's the main cause.]

[ And maybe - just maybe - he should have expected that too. Cue instantly feeling like a complete and utter asshole. Time to ditch the cigarette. ]

Mae...

[ Trailing off, pursing his lips together. Does he look a little helpless? Yes. He really doesn't like hurting you. ]

Sorry. I'll stop.

[ Dutifully ducking his head and reaching out to set his things aside and shut the laptop down. ]

[It isn't hurting her, he's mostly hurting himself by running himself dry without any reasonable cause. At most, she's just a little mad over being neglected -- not just her, alright, but Josh and Naoki too! -- and isn't that the whole point of having more than one person to love? Not feeling alone?

Welp.

That victory sure doesn't taste sweet at all.] Okay.

[And now it tastes awkward. Like the silence that stretches. Gingerly, she places the big book on his desk, closed, gaze down.]

So - uhm - have you eaten today?

No, not yet.

[ Another smile in her direction, brief ~~a little brittle, anxious?~~ and quiet, before he's back to arranging his desk.

(He should have known better. These past two years have made them each intimately aware of everything they could possibly know about each other, right down to the words and stories that were often left unsaid, untold.) ]

Have you? Because I make something.

[ Normally he'd add we can eat together. But he's in the initial stages of Hikaru Shinta Modus Operandi "I Think I've Fucked Up With Somebody Who Matters, Time to Do All the Things For Them then Remove Myself from their Presence". ]

[She's familiar with that one. He should also be familiar with her own; he hasn't really won her rage with this, just a momentary little scolding that probably escalated because of her own mixed feeling regarding workaholics.

But she's cooling down, whereas he just gets distant in a different way.

She lets out a little sigh, and walks up to stand beside him, reaching out to cup his cheek and turn his head so she can drop a faint kiss on his lips. There, forgiven.

She pulls away.] How about takeout instead?

[ The relief he feels over all of that leaves him giddy. He also doesn't bother hiding it. ]

Sure. You pick.

[ That smile of his is looking significantly brighter now. ]

I do solemnly swear to be at your disposal - and Josh's, and Naoki's - for the rest of the day.

[ Will that do? ]

[That's more like it. And look, listen -- there's even a little joke: she shrugs and waves dismissively.] Well, you know, I don't care about Naoki's disposal very much.

[Oh, the cat knows.]

But he cares very much about yours.

[ Witness the great Blade King of the Fifth World fuss over the furrball, who is now wandering over and purring with enough force to rival a small airplane engine. ]

[It's very easy to forget the weight that hangs on Hikaru's shoulders when he slips into being such a cute goober. She rolls her eyes and huffs, now competing with the cat again. She'll get you, Naoki.

She finishes up setting his desk in order before pushing him away from it with a gentle guiding hand between his shoulderblades.]

He cares to make me huffy is what he cares - oh, much like his big human friend.

Can't imagine where he got that from.

[ Yes, yes, he is going to stop now. In fact, here he is, turning around and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Have a kiss on the forehead. ]

Hi.

[ Surely that is better than how he greeted you earlier? ]

[That's all nice and sweet and tender and parternalistic, but he should know she wants more. She nuzzles his chin with her nose, and presses a kiss just under his chin while climbing up.

It's his mouth she's after now, and when he provides a proper kiss maybe she'll change her mind about being upset over her receival.]

[ Come, love, you do know that he likes to be careful.

...Most of the time, which is no longer now. He's turning his face to let his lips meet hers properly, and drawing her in a little closer.

Better? ]

[A third better. A smile flickers on her lips just before he meets hers with a kiss, there and gone in a second. She reaches up and curls one hand over the nape of his neck - drawing him down closer - and settling the other hand on the curve between his neck and his shoulder, under the open collar of his shirt. Her thumb sweeps over his collarbone as her tongue sweeps along his lower lip.

A third and a little bit better.]

[ And it's only fair for him to let his hands wander, right? Since yours are. So you'll have to excuse him for settling one hand against the small of your back, and letting the other drift down along the curve of one of your perfect butt cheeks.

He'll respond in kind by humming in satisfaction and then kissing you again, this time with a bit more force. He loves the way you taste: he's told you as much while you were both in other, more compromising situations in the past. ]

[Smoker or not, the truth is that he's incredibly easy to kiss. She doesn't taste the remnants of smoke on his tongue, she tastes him and as a result it awakens a state of arousal that starts with a little fire in the pit of her stomach. Carries on, with her nails digging into the nape of his neck, when he squeezes her butt, and the attempt to raise herself up on her toes to get closer.

Of course, for her wishes of being pressed along his body everywhere right now, the height difference between them is an obstacle. So it ends in a grunt.]

[ A soft laugh from this one, and then he's shifting his grip to hook both of his hands just under your ass, on the rather obvious pretense of lifting you up and depositing you on his desk - if you'll let him, of course.

If not, well. Either way, he's not going to stop kissing you. His tongue is wicked clever, and rather familiar with the best way to explore your mouth. ]

[Absolutely allowed; actually, she takes a leading leap too, a milisecond before he lifts her. Not that he needs the help, she's long since learnt to trust that he can carry her like she's weightless -- he and Josh both, sometimes they make her feel small, and then very worshipped -- but she does it out of her own enthusiasm.

As soon as she's on the desk, she wraps her legs loosely around him, and tugs him closer both with her roaming hands on his shirt and with her teeth catching at his bottom lip.]

[ Peering at her with an intensity that betrays his need, even if the rest of his movements are far more deliberate: one hand sliding against the desk to bring his body forward, the angle of his lips as he kisses the corner of her mouth, and his other hand slipping between their bodies, settling right on the spot where her thigh starts bleeding into her hip. ]

Josh might be cross with us later.

[ Calm and unaffected, as he's nudging her chin up with his mouth. He wants to nip at the delicate skin of her neck. ]

[She's leaning back and brings one hand behind her for balance, knocking the thick book she stole from him only moments before clean off the desk. There's a little sheepish flinch, when it falls with a loud thud. They both used to shock through their intensity, her lovely men. Leaving her breathless from trying to catch up. Nowadays, she gets a pout on her lips if they don't, apparently, and here they are now.

She's not pouting anymore, but groaning softly and letting her head tip backwards for his mouth to reach lower. Always with the soft spots on her neck, going in straight for the kill. Like he doesn't know that once you get necking on Mae, sex is definitely probably going to happen.

But, Josh.]

Mmm, might be. [She's not monopolizing Hikaru any more than she sometimes monopolizes Josh, and maybe that's why it surprisingly works. Besides which, by his tone and the continuity of his actions, she knows Hikaru's not scared about that. Which means something else.

She bites her lip, and into his hair she murmurs,] Might even spank me for starting without him.

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