[ He takes in a deep breath at that, scratches a little at the side of his nose and promptly takes Mitsuru from you to set the kitten on his chest.
Josh is quiet for a bit, as if finally remembering who your family is, how many they are and how... eclectic their personalities tend to be.
Kasumi. Tohru Fukuzawa.
Tala Vega ( wince ). Selene Vega. Eli Tagabigay.
Kalika Shinta ( shit ).
The list goes on for a while and when he looks like he's finally come to the end of that long list of individuals-- ]
Remember that night? After Kaz had us here. And I insisted on joining you for your Walk? [ Stroking Misturu now, feeling the vibrations from the kitten's purrs beneath his palm and over his heart. ]
[He'd be lying if he didn't say that Josh's silence was making him a little uncomfortable. So he's focusing on watching the way Mitsuru and Josh interact and on smoking, at least until Josh speaks up again.]
[He's almost instinctively leaning into your touch because it's... well, it's nice having someone do that to him. It's been way too long, and it's you, and --
-- and he has it bad for you. You must have noticed.]
We did.
[There's a small smile on his face now, as he's ducking his head. It's not that he's uncomfortable, nor that it's difficult to talk about. Quite the contrary, really.]
He and I both figured that we're in a great place right now, and with everything going on... it's just better like this, I guess.
[It made him sad, for a brief and painful moment. Now, though, he has no reason to doubt the new place that Alistair Mordechai has made for the Blade King in his life, nor doubt the other man's resolve.]
[ Watching you like this, seeing the expressions that cross your face gives him this sinking sensation in his chest.
It's not a bad one. It really isn't, but it's surprising and it catches him off balance because just as he's remembering the words he'd traded with the Malice King on that wall, he's pushing up and carefully setting a softly protesting Mitsuru on his lap, one hand moving to catch your shoulder, the other following shortly to turn your face to his.
The look on his face is open and earnest and maybe... just a little bit scared. But he presses his lips to yours and it's like his heart is there with each shift of his lips.
When he does pull back ( some... two? three minutes later? ) his eyes flutter shut and he presses his forehead to your temple. ]
So does this mean I can keep you? [ Soft, hopeful, and totally, totally gone on you. ]
[He's responding to that urgency, because he wants nothing more than to put you at ease and show in everything that he does - his words, his gestures, the little ways he answers you - that he means it.
This time, his answer is also soft because the taste of your mouth and the feel of your lips and tongue on his has left him a little breathless. If only you could understand what it's like, LaRue, to be so perfectly attuned to someone with all of ones' senses.]
Yes.
[And you'll have him for as long as you want him.]
[ There are words on the tip of his tongue -- words he wants to say, because it feels so right to say them.
But he won't. Not yet. Not when this is all so new even if he feels certain that they won't change, except in the way that he'd seen his parents look at each other, once, long ago.
No. Not, just yet. So he'll kiss you instead and smile against your mouth, one hand's fingers tracing the curve of your ear. ] Good.
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No. No, you haven't. It's not that he's never had such an expression on his face before, just this time...]
Sorry? [Um.] If it helps, I am pretty sure that no one's listening in or watching us right now.
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Josh is quiet for a bit, as if finally remembering who your family is, how many they are and how... eclectic their personalities tend to be.
Kasumi. Tohru Fukuzawa.
Tala Vega ( wince ). Selene Vega. Eli Tagabigay.
Kalika Shinta ( shit ).
The list goes on for a while and when he looks like he's finally come to the end of that long list of individuals-- ]
Remember that night? After Kaz had us here. And I insisted on joining you for your Walk? [ Stroking Misturu now, feeling the vibrations from the kitten's purrs beneath his palm and over his heart. ]
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Yeah. What about it?
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[ Looking back now, and reaching up to trace his index finger along the curve of jaw near Hikaru's ear. He's smiling quietly. ]
He said you guys talked.
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-- and he has it bad for you. You must have noticed.]
We did.
[There's a small smile on his face now, as he's ducking his head. It's not that he's uncomfortable, nor that it's difficult to talk about. Quite the contrary, really.]
He and I both figured that we're in a great place right now, and with everything going on... it's just better like this, I guess.
[It made him sad, for a brief and painful moment. Now, though, he has no reason to doubt the new place that Alistair Mordechai has made for the Blade King in his life, nor doubt the other man's resolve.]
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It's not a bad one. It really isn't, but it's surprising and it catches him off balance because just as he's remembering the words he'd traded with the Malice King on that wall, he's pushing up and carefully setting a softly protesting Mitsuru on his lap, one hand moving to catch your shoulder, the other following shortly to turn your face to his.
The look on his face is open and earnest and maybe... just a little bit scared. But he presses his lips to yours and it's like his heart is there with each shift of his lips.
When he does pull back ( some... two? three minutes later? ) his eyes flutter shut and he presses his forehead to your temple. ]
So does this mean I can keep you? [ Soft, hopeful, and totally, totally gone on you. ]
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This time, his answer is also soft because the taste of your mouth and the feel of your lips and tongue on his has left him a little breathless. If only you could understand what it's like, LaRue, to be so perfectly attuned to someone with all of ones' senses.]
Yes.
[And you'll have him for as long as you want him.]
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But he won't. Not yet. Not when this is all so new even if he feels certain that they won't change, except in the way that he'd seen his parents look at each other, once, long ago.
No. Not, just yet. So he'll kiss you instead and smile against your mouth, one hand's fingers tracing the curve of your ear. ] Good.