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

[And each slide of your palm against his body awakens every nerve underneath the skin on those spots, making him think, not-so-decently, that this would be so much better if he wasn't wearing anything at all.

Now there's a thought, isn't it? It's more than enough to drive him up the wall.

He's sinking even lower now, because the only thing he wants now is to be as impossibly close to you as possible. Your kisses are marred by the raggedness of his breath, and muffling the occasional noises of need that bubbling up from his throat.]

[ No -- yes -- okay, he needs the high ground on this now, because the way you're sinking into him is frustrating, and he's realizing that he wants his mouth on your skin. He's getting those flashes again: you much younger than this, moving beneath hands that aren't his, seen through eyes that are not his own with the vaguest recollection of sensations that he's never felt but which he nevertheless remembers as if he were there.

His other leg comes up, caging you in place as he catches you by the nape to tug your head back so that he can press his lips to your throat, the warmth of you a welcome thing, your pulse fluttering beneath his tongue. ]

Fuck-- [ a frustrated sound as he rolls you both over to pin you to the bed, hands sliding across your shirt to snake fingers beneath the hem to ruck the fabric up.

He was too distracted earlier to pay attention to the ink that wrap around your arms, but its the hint of gold on the right side of your stomach that's got his full attention now.

So this is him pressing that mouth to the planes of your belly, even as a hand comes to smooth down the side of your thigh. ]

[And said pulse is quick, thrumming at a rate that might just show a bit of the extent of how much you've worked him up. He quivers, as well, when you kiss him there: it's a bit of a weakness of his, that spot.

Then he's left to watch you, once he's flat on his back and you're all over him (your weight, your body, your lips/hands/breath/fingers). The moment your mouth makes contact with his bare skin and your hand starts traveling up his thigh, he quivers beneath you.]

Mm...

[Biting down on his lip now, to try and stop that from becoming a full blown whine.]

[ Funny how he's so hyperaware of everything that you do: each quiver and shift as he pushes you shirt up to reveal the rise and fall of your chest. Head angling up now, eyes dark and lips parted because it's become a little difficult to breathe, the hardness of him pressed right up against your knee.

He's hesitating now, just a little, because this does seem a little too fast in as much as he doesn't ( he really, really doesn't ) want to stop.

Taking a couple of breaths now, the sound of each loud in the silence of your room and possibly looking just a little bit frightened over what he feels. ]

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[And he's just about to move up and kiss you again just to reassure you that everything is fine and like hell he wants to stop when --

-- well. Have one disgruntled kitten hopping up on the bed with a loud meow.

Oops.

You will now be treated to the sight of one Blade King turning to stare at Mitsuru, and then turning his face to one side to try and stifle his own laughter into the sheets.]

[ As it is, Josh has actually frozen in place, because he'd completely forgotten about your cat in the -- well -- "heat of the moment".

It's a strange kind of relief that floods through him, because it does ease the tension that was building fast. All the same though, Hikaru, you will have this particular Sin-Eater letting out a half-laugh, half-groan as he plants his face into the sheets.

It's a couple of seconds later when he angles his head to look your way, a small, wan smile in his lips. ] I never told you that my favorite times whenever we hung out are when you just give over and laugh.

[ He is absolutely earnest when he says that. It's been a rough couple of weeks. ]

[The moment you're plopping down like that, he's dutifully ignoring his kitten for just a second in order to reach out and stroke your hair. THEN he's crooking his finger in Mitsuru's direction, and giving that one a placating scratch under the chin.]

You make it sound like I'm always way too composed.

[Teasing, because well. It's a fact. For all of his warmth and light, he holds back a LOT.]

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Well, you kind of are. [ He mutters softly, cheek on the mattress, eyes averted. Because he can't resist, he smoothes a palm over your stomach, stopping just at the edge of the higanbana surrounding the golden fox.

It's been a while in Setsuna Shinta crossed his mind. Nearly two months, in fact. He can feel the way Mitsuru is moving around above his head, and for a moment, he shifts to catch sight of the kitten.

And then he promptly sits up, drawing away from you. ]

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[That catches his attention. Lying back, watching you a moment, before finally pushing himself up on his arm.]

What's up?

[Mitsuru, of course, is immediately moving to plant himself right at Hikaru's leg.]

[ Looking over now with a small smile on his face. He is well aware that it doesn't reach his eyes. And that he can't brush this off, because being okay is so new and he doesn't want to fall into an awkward rhythm with you again.

So. ] Gimme a bit to calibrate? [ His eyes glance at your hand and for a moment, it's like he wants to reach out, because it feels, strange enough, like the most natural thing in the world.

But he stops himself. Turns away. ]

Sure.

[Noting all of that down, though. Still, you asked him to give you a moment, so...

Shifting around now, and dipping down to fetch his cigarettes. Might as well light up. Mitsuru, on the other hand, is now crawling unto his lap. Clearly the warmth of his master's leg was not enough.]

[ He listens to you lighting up a cigarette, turns around and just watches for a bit and then lets his eyes fall to the tiny kitten curling up on the Blade King's lap.

He's remembering then, who bought that cat, how he'd actually texted Brianna without even thinking twice good job, bribri when Hikaruhad let him know that he'd just acquired a pet.

And then he's remembering yesterday. And lying straight to Brianna's face. And feeling terrible for putting it out of his mind as soon as he'd seen Hikaru sitting in that couch, a hand of greeting lifted his way.

Turning away now, looking down at his hands.

He looks like he's tryung to figure out how to say something -- and the something looks pretty hard to say. ]

[Since he's close enough, he's reaching out to hold your hand and leaning in, pinning you with a concerned look.

No words just yet. He's noticed that you've been looking at the kitten, and it probably has nothing to do with the fact that Mitsuru's the reason why the both of you still have clothes on.]

[ His head snaps around at that, as if he was suddenly surprised by your touch, and there's a look on his face that looks like a mix of "oh," and "well, shit," before he finally lifts his eyes to your face.

Josh shifts then, reaches over and catches you by the nape of your neck to draw you close, even as he bridges the distance between you and him.

The kiss is firm, open-mouthed and seems to swing between completely focused on just you, but also holding the tiniest bit back, like he's sure that it's you he wants to be kissing but he isn't entirely sure if he's allowed.

And yes, he is definitely being careful around that cat, because as soon as it paws gently at the arm that he has braced on the sheets by your knee, he breaks off, sighs and pulls back. ]

Sorry. [ Looking away now. Wow, this is hard. ]

[The sigh he lets out is half-fond and half-exasperated.]

It's okay.

[Those are some pretty interesting reactions to his kitten, by the way.]

Are you going to tell me what's on your mind, or should I try to guess?

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[ He hangs his head at that, bites down a little on his lower lip. ]

I lied right to Brianna's face yesterday.

[ The admission comes out soft, low and a little rough.

He sighs and looks away towards the wall separating your room from his, quietly wondering what it was that Makoto never got to say. They had been mid-conversation when he'd had his little revelation about you.

A pained smile. ] While I was... I texting you. She asked who it was I was messaging.

I told her that it was Pippa and August.

[ Looking back to you now. ]

I just really wanted to see you.

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[Have a tiny frown at that. He takes a drag from his cigarette before saying anything, though.]

So the two of you were talking about...?

[There had to be some sort of lead-in, and he could guess at the possibilities already. It was almost as if Josh was afraid that if he HAD told the truth, Brianna would have a problem with the Sin-Eater seeing him.]

[ A shake of the head before he scrubs his hands over his face; eyes shut, a crease between his brows.

When he speaks again, it's as if talking about this makes him nervous. Because he kind of really is. ]

I've been off-balance around you since Seigi. Even before... [ thinking back now to the way he'd tried to talk to you once Jessie was safe, and the juvenile action of taking away your cigarettes because you kept on dodging.

He's seen you enough times in moments when you'd been out of sorts to know that when you can't light your cigarette without clicking that lighter thrice... it's pretty bad.

But it had thrown him, you see. You suddenly avoiding him as if that brief moment at the Faura smocket and the drive to Falner hadn't seen the two of you good. ]

It just threw me. [ Gaze back now to his hands, and he's remembering how it had felt to hold you; to touch you. ] I thought we were good. And for some reason, I look away and we weren't. And that hurt because on top of worrying about Jessie... I couldn't even talk to you to ask what was wrong.

[ He falls quiet then. ]

So, I opened up to her about it. [ From your view, there'sa shift of something in his eyes. A shuttering, even before he closes them and turns his face away. ]

She said there's no such thing as a perfect friendship.

[ The way Josh is saying that for the second time tonight makes it clear that the statement had cut right to the core of him. ]

I'm not saying that... our... you know. That this is perfect but... [ he trails off. ]

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[Perhaps it went without saying that he had been avoiding you that entire time because he had just recently had to deal with the fact that he had fallen in love with you.

He doesn't say anything until Josh is finished, but he reach out and cover one of your hands with his own. He's looking rather thoughtful now, though. By that point in the past, he would have confided in Brianna already. That meant, of course, that she had said that to Josh with the full knowledge that her adopted father had feelings for the Sin-Eater.

Maybe they could touch upon that later.]

It's a fact that no relationship's perfect. What really bothers you about what she said?

[ He covers his face with one hand, even as the fingers of the one you've curled your fingers around is holding on pretty tight.

He doesn't even know. He knows that there isn't such a thing as a perfect friendship -- even before all this, it isn't like you two haven't butted heads. It's just that there hadn't been an instance where lines had to be drawn in the sand.

Like you know, South Korea. ]

I just felt like she was shutting the whole thing down. I don't... know why I thought that.

[ He's looking up again. But not at you, just some indeterminate point in the distance as he thinks on how it's hurt more keenly of late, the absence of you ( he'd masked his disappointment over you not being at his birthday fairly well, and he'd given you space because you looked like you needed it after that awkward talk outside of Balamb, he'd called you out on pulling back, and had thought it a shame that you were already looking with your eyes fixed towards a time when the Hounds, with the exception perhaps of Brianna and Brigade, would no longer be there. ) ]

[The quiet attempt on Hikaru's part to both reassure you and bring you out of whatever dark thoughts that you're starting to drown yourself in comes in the form of another kiss on your lips.

His words come soft in the next moment, as he's withdrawing.]

I'll be honest with you. [And fixing his gaze, without hesitation, to yours.] I ended up telling her how I felt about you. I wanted to make sure it came from me before someone else in the family caught on and ended up talking to her about it.

[She really is his daughter now, after all.]

I think she was saying that out of concern for the both of us.

[But it was an interesting choice of words on Brianna's part. At least it was in Hikaru's opinion.]

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[ When you draw back, there is a split second wherein he looks like he wants to follow. But he holds back, nods, as he absorbs all of that.

There's a crease between his brows again. In light of that information, because the awful feeling in the pit of his stomach that he'd shelved while spending that afternoon with Bri is back and he doesn't like how that feels.

His hands are shaking. He's curling his fingers because he doesn't want them to shake. ]

You're worried that she might not approve.

[It seemed like the logical conclusion to make, based on how their conversation had gone so far and the way you look.

Now he's going to cover both of your hands with his.]

[ And this is him starting at that, staring at your hands on his, and then slowly lifting his eyes to yours.

He remembers the first time he'd ever seen violet eyes. He'd been packing his things, staring down at the wooden box of random shit that he'd taken to collecting over the years since he crossed Yggdrasil's Roots, and had just wound up the beautiful music box that he'd picked up because once upon a time Cindy had wanted to try out ballet -- and then looked up to see Sara Shinta smiling at him.

It was her eyes, more than anything else, that had caught him.

Josh doesn't know what he feels. Love is far too intimidating a word at this point for him to actually process. But he knows that you matter a great, big deal, and he knows that he wants you in whatever way he can get you.

He leans forward then, face pressing into your side, just a little bit lower than where your heart is caged inside your ribs, arms wrapping around you and carefully including Mitsuru in that embrace.

He likes that cat, okay. He cares a lot about the girl who gave it to you. But it hurts that she'd known how you'd felt and said what she did, because she might not have meant it the way that now twists him up inside -- but that's it. It hurts. ]

I'm just going to say it. Honesty Hour and all.

[ Man, why the hell is he tearing up again. This is ridiculous. ]

I'm only ever going to get this one life, you know. [ He shifts one arm, gathers a squirming Mitsuru close and presses his nose behind the kitten's ear. ]

And it sucks because... I can see your clock. And that thing -- I've seen it drop. [ Hiding his face back in your side. ] But I'm good with whatever this is. If it's the only thing I'm ever going to get. At least... at least I had you, right?

[ He sounds painfully, painfully in need of reassurance. But asking is hard. He's a Brennan. They pull their own weight. ]

[He's simply moving, of course, to respond to you in kind: with a hand against the nape of your neck to anchor you in place, and an arm around you to keep you close.

The truth is hard to hear regardless of the fact that he has already thought about this in the context of their relationship and where it might end up taking them in the future. It is also hard to hear the way that you say it, because clearly, this is ruining you in small, subtle but significant ways.]

You're not the only one who can see clocks.

[That is said softly. It seems as though they were both going to only constantly and painfully aware of the fact that they were going to do this on incredibly limited time.]

You have me. [And again, because he wants to reassure you.] You do.

[That was likely going to be the case for a long, long time, and well past Josh's own death. That was the way the Blade King fell in love: he stayed in it no matter how short the actual relationship ended up being, or how bad it ever got.]

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