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

[ There's a quiet smile that doesn't quiet go all the way -- and mostly out of sheepishness. He's also rocking back a little on his heels before he turns his eyes to yours. ]

I... I missed this.

[ He does a brief gesture with one and: swing to you and back to him. You were friends first, before you became lovers. Somewhere along the way both of you had to somehow calibrate. There were bumps on the road and a couple of wrong turns, but things have been pretty good of late, and there's a sense of stability between you now. ]

Edited 2014-05-15 18:53 (UTC)

[Ah.

That is all he needed to hear, and all he needed to see. Have a smile then, LaRue, before this one's leaning in to kiss you on the cheek.]

You're not the only one there.

[ And he's going to catch you by the waist to land one right on that mouth, hand to your cheek just because he loves touching you while he does this.

Give him a moment. He needs this to sort of steel himself. He's not entirely sure how the talk is going to go since the cat's essentially out of the bag. ]

[And even while he's naturally fitting the curves and angles of his body against yours and enjoying that kiss, he's distractedly thinking about how this is actually a little strange: you and him in this house, of all places. It isn't awkward, it isn't wrong. It's just strange.

He used to avoid this house. It had once been his place with Alistair's, their first real attempt at having some sort of grounding that wasn't Japan or Ireland, and a space they could honestly call their own that did not have their baggage. Then 2012 had seen their relationship reach heights that it had never reached before, then crash and burn completely even as he tried to hold on to it.

Now, though, in as much as he loves Alistair just as much as he loves you (or Makoto, or Aria, or Katherine, or Liandrin, or any of the others who have come before you), this space is yours with him. There are no ghosts tonight, even with the talk that the two of you are going to have to have.]

So are you in the mood for Chinese tonight?

[Saying that with a soft smile once you've broken apart, as he's letting his fingers ghost over the side of your face.]

[ You'll see the answering smile bloom on this one's face as he murmurs: ] North Park, Hap Chan or David's Tea House?

[ Someone has clearly been reading up on local fare. ]

Unless of course you have something else in mind?

[ He's paying, remember? He did say this would be his treat. ]

Crystal Jade. They don't normally deliver, but they'll deliver for me.

[Because Zangyaku. He'll explain if you ask: it's another one of his interesting stories.]

[ Oh, he's definitely asking. ]

So I guess I'll leave it to you to place the order and then you can just let me know what's the damage? [ Yes, he's slipping his wallet out from his back pocket. Yes, that's his card pressed to your palm.

Squinting at you now though: ] Also, why do I get the feeling there's a story behind why they normally don't deliver but they will for you?

[ Because, duh, Blade King. ]

Do they owe you or something?

[You're very familiar with the way Hikaru's grinning at you now, as he flips the card you've just given him over his knuckles.]

The old owner of the restaurant had some trouble with the local gangs here. He also really happened to like younger men. His son does too.

[Is that enough of an explanation, or is that not an explanation at all?

:D]

[ Uh, right. ]

I love you, but I don't want to know.

[ He just had a play-by-play of how you and Makoto were in bed in ways he never would have thought to think about. And yes, while he knows whatever you did for the man that owns that restaurant ( and his son, he caught that, by the way ) probably isn't along those lines... he's calibrating what you would and wouldn't do.

Is that jealousy, Josh? Nope. Just the mildly uncomfortable realization that he's feeling rather territorial where you're concerned.

He's going to steal another kiss now: long, thorough while be backs you up against the nearest flat surface so that he can press up against you -- just because he can. The kiss itself isn't rough, but there's a firmness to the way he's got his mouth slanted over yours, the way his hands skim down the sides of your torso and over your stomach. ]

Go ring us up food. [ Saying that after he breaks away with a measure of difficulty, tone low and breathless, those blue eyes of his more than a little dark. He's resolving on holding back tonight, even if he wants the feel of you against/over/beneath him again because it has been several days and looking at Death move around in place of you had made him miss you a great damn deal. The conversation you're both going to be a part of will likely be heavy, and he's also realizing that if he touches you any more than he already has ( in that fashion, at least, ) he'll want to brand you with kisses all over. ]

[And that earns you an amused hum against your mouth, deep in his throat and lungs as he's kissing right back, and folding his body effortlessly against yours. The hand that was playing around with your card has deftly caught it between two fingers before it could slip to the floor.]

Yes, sir.

[He murmurs that over your lips before he breaks away - but not before nipping playfully at your bottom lip.

Moving off to make that call now. It won't take more than ten minutes, he's sure, and if the owner tries to chat him up, he can bail out of that easily.]

[ He's doing his best not to watch your every move as you dial up the restaurant to make that phone call. Feeling you that close had left him wanting, but there is a time for all things and tonight may unfortunately not be that.

He manages to gather his wits after the first two minutes, and then he walks right up to your side and drops a casual kiss on your shoulder before he silently lifts his pack to say he's stepping out a bit for a smoke.

When you wander out he'll be seated on the wooden bench, leaning back and watching the canopy of leaves overhead. ]

Edited 2014-05-27 02:18 (UTC)

[To that first move of yours, he's glancing up at you just once and smiling as he's absentmindedly fending his contact's fumbled flirtations disguised in order taking off. He comes around to join you once he's done, with a bit of an eye roll and a plop of limbs right beside you.]

Food should be here in thirty minutes tops. The owner's delivering it personally, so I would love it if you came out with me to pick it up.

[Because few things can say no thanks the same way a living, breathing, adorably territorial boyfriend can.]

Sure. [ Saying that as he lets himself take another drag from that cigarette because didn't he just say he didn't want to know?

( Lies, LaRue, you suck at them -- better to have confirmation than to know nothing at all. )

You might find it cute the way he's trying valiantly to untangle the knot of emotions that's causing his eyes to look as dark as they do. There's no reason for jealousy and he knows this, because it's never bothered him before. You have had people before him and long after he's gone there will be others and he will have faith that they will treat you well -- but here and now, you're his.

Two minutes tops, and he's sliding a smile your way as he rolls the back of his head along the rest of that bench. That's also his hand seeking yours and threading your fingers together. ]

What'd you get?

[ He thinks he sounds casual. Thinks. ]

Good things.

[The dismissive nature of his statement might seem out of place with how he pulls himself right in, right up against you, and kisses you full on the mouth. He saw the look in your eyes, and has had time to analyze the specific way you backed him up just moments earlier. So this is how he'll try to reassure you: a slow motion kiss, his fingers tightening just so against yours, and a smile as he's breaking away.]

I'm yours, and you are most welcome to be as territorial about it as you want to be.

[He'll never take it against you, and never get angry. He actually finds it very sweet. (Besides, it's not like he wouldn't get the same way under different circumstances...)]

[ That's a thumb tracing a line over your cheek, and his eyes faltering from yours as he takes all of that in. ]

I just... [ a sigh as his shoulders shrug, his hand still there on your cheek, keeping your faces close. ] I don't want you thinking that I get jealous for no reason. Because I understand where the attraction comes from -- hell, this is you. I'll admit it: you were right when you were trying to distract me about feeling sorry about myself over Rethe -- it crossed my mind [ a breath of hesitation ] the idea of what it would like to kiss you.

I just wasn't comfy with the idea because you were right across me and I thought you'd laugh in my face.

[ He had also been content to shelve it and then subsequently believe that it was the bleed between Makoto and himself, particularly after that little flash of memory at King's Rest. ]

I don't want to be a kid about us, about this.

[ There's an unspoken I want to be as good for you as I can manage, always when his eyes flick back up to yours. ]

But sometimes I feel like I have to work on the will to keep my hands away from you. To have a little more self-control so that we don't always just end up in bed.

[ It's a quiet opening from this one for the conversation that will be happening tonight. Yes, the offer was there but it also wasn't you. And if you ask him, he will say vehemently, that he'll know if it was or wasn't you. ]

Edited 2014-05-28 01:41 (UTC)

[Huh.

It isn't rocket science, figuring out how much this bothering you along with the possible reasons behind it. Still, you DID tell him to be honest... so...

Saying this as gently as possible:]

I wouldn't actually mind that, you know.

[Because the Blade King is all about showing in every way that he can how he loves you. That, and well. He has Needs. It's part of the whole Practically a God package, together with that Bladian Thing.]

[ Huh. ]

So if every single interaction we have ends up with the two of us in bed, this is okay by you.

[ He doesn't want it to be just about sex, okay. The sex is a huge ( a really, really huge ) plus. He might have missed out on being a teenager with all the things that comes with that -- but he's pretty proud of his self-control. ]

[Blink, looking bemused.]

Yeah.

[Why wouldn't he be? He'd also be perfectly all right with carrying on the way that they do now, but if Josh has Needs too...

That, and either way, in his opinion, what they have isn't ever just going to be about the sex. It's just part of the natural order of getting involved. Isn't it?]

[ Work with him here. He kind of never had a sex life before you walked into the picture and made him want a great deal.

Smiling now, hand drifting to your nape as he draws you in for a kiss.

After that though: ] So. This person who's delivering our order...?

[ Yes. He is a sucker for punishment. ]

Did you two...?

[...

Okay yeah, he can't help it. He had to laugh there, and yes, it sounded more than a little incredulous.]

Of course not.

[He totally has Taste, okay?]

[ And because of that, he's going to drag you over for a kiss and you'll feel the utter relief in the way his mouth moves over yours.

Give him a bit of credit. He's new at this. He has no point of reference. ]

[And it's forgiven and forgotten, partially because you have become amazingly good at kissing. He does love the fact that you're such a fast learner. Has he told you that? He probably should.

...Later, because kissing is nice.]

[ He's learning fast because you teach without necessarily meaning to teach, and because he's also becoming a bit more confident in being able to tell when you like what he does.

That kiss starts out slow, thorough and sweet, before each press of his lips and the way he slants his mouth to fit the shape of yours takes on an urgent edge.

It's dangerous, how addictive you can be. But you're a drug with a high like no other and very few drawbacks -- if you can even count his need for you a drawback.

This is going to go on for a while. His hunger for you is a bit more pressing than actual food. ]

[This is more than all right with him. It's so all right with him, in fact, that he lets you get your fill all the way up until the door bell rings.

He breaks away, at that point, with a quiet laugh, and a hooded look in your direction as he's pressing his forehead close to yours.]

Feeling good enough about having me to show me off properly now?

[ He does, in fact, feel much better. So that's him coming to his feet and then stealing one last kiss by leaning over before you can stand and caging you to that bench while his mouth assaults yours.

There's no smugness at all when he pulls back, but there's a hint of satisfaction in his eyes over the state if your mouth. ]

I can go get the door while you grab my card, or would you like me to delay my entrance?

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