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

[ 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?

You should definitely get the door. I'll come in fashionably late.

[Or more like, perfectly timed.

Haven't people warned you yet, Josh, about how horrible your boyfriend can be?]

[ What part of this is horrible? Because he's so totally okay with the fact that you're okay with how possessive he feels over you. Even if it is ridiculous. ]

I'll get the door.

[ One more peck on the cheek and he's heading to the main door, expression back to how he normally is: relaxed, casual, looking like a college kid who just happened to be in this particular house. ]

Edited 2014-05-30 02:06 (UTC)

[And what you'll see is a young, fairly good-looking man bearing the food that you've ordered. No delivery boy, this one, in his suit and tie, with his slicked back hair and good manners.

You're also going to get to watch his face shift into something close to a puppy's disappointment over not getting a treat when he sees that you're answering the door instead of the one he was hoping to see.

"Ah... good evening."

Now watch him as he quietly tries to hide his thoughts (Who is this guy? What the...) even as they're writing themselves all over his face.

As for your boy, well. He's taking his time about getting that card. Just as planned.]

Hi, [ he shouldn't feel the way that he does. This is a stranger who clearly doesn't know any better, but there are only so many things, Josh is realizing, that he can take where it concerns Hikaru. With Makoto, he'll take the flashes as instructional. With this one, he surprises himself with the thought that if the food is as good as the Blade King has promised, it would be in the best interest of all if things were cleared up right away.

Making a show now of looking for his card and then shaking his head. ] Sorry, must've left the card inside.

[ One hand braced on the door now as he turns to call back towards the house. ] Babe, I think I left my card in the kitchen, can you check? Food's here.

Will do!

[From the way he's responding, you wouldn't think that he had to beat back the very real urge to laugh. As things stand, he's going to have to wipe that grin off of his face...

There we go. Coming around in a few heartbeats, and immediately attaching himself to your side as he's handing the card over.]

Here. [Then, to the owner:] Hi. Thank you so much... Josh and I are pretty hungry, and I was just telling him how good the food is at your place.

["R-right, of course... it's no trouble."

Achievement Unlocked: Friendzoned Somebody.]

[ You are terrible. But he's going to even be worse because that's his arm coming around your waist in what appears to be a totally casual move on his part to acknowledge how you've attached yourself to his side like you belong there ( which you do, that is not up for discussion ) and the way he effortlessly drops a kiss into your hair with a smile as if acknowledging what you just said.

It's awful, how much he's enjoying this -- and he'll likely feel bad about it later, when his conscience kicks in -- but it's not as if he wouldn't have done this anyway, had he not known that the guy standing like he'd just seen the last of his half-imagined chances dissipate with the confirmation that you ARE involved with someone.

( Josh knows the people you've been involved with, okay, and he knows how his own hope with you would have been like attempting to throw the ball from over forty yards towards the opposing team's side with just 2 seconds remaining on the scoreboard's clock. ) ]

I've heard a lot of good things about your place. [ Small town boy charm now, all shy smiles and genuine earnestness. Because he has, somewhat, but the guy doesn't need to know when he'd heard it and from who. ] It's pretty great that you deliver.

[ It's not a lie, mind. Just the careful placement of words that could be taken at face value.

Sliding away now from your side, Blade King and taking the packaged food from the guy's hands because he looks so painfully disappointed it's a bit heartbreaking. Just a bit. ] Here, let me get that so you can show me the damage.

["Sure."

Gotta hand it to this man: he can shore himself up pretty damned quickly and focus on the Task At Hand, especially when money's involved.

Hikaru's content to watch the rest of the exchange in silence from this point on. He even lights up a cigarette as Josh handles the payment. This might just be a subtle but significant reminder of why all of his dossiers have the same description for him: "a high-functioning sociopath".

Anyway, at the end of it, the owner retreats as gracefully and as quickly as he could manage, and he doesn't even bother saying much else beyond tossing a (forced) smile in Hikaru's direction and a "Call me anytime".

Of course.]

[ And Josh notes that without watching things outright: a glance here, a look right as the guy steps away and retreats into the walkways of Kibo that will lead him out.

When he looks like he's out of sight, his arms are coming around you, chin resting on your shoulder. ] Let's go eat.

[ A part of him feels just a little bit sorry for the guy. Just a little. There are more pressing things at hand. ]

Yeah.

[He'll bend just enough to plant a brief one on your mouth before unraveling himself from your arms. Give him a bit: he'll set the plates and put everything where it's supposed to be. You're welcome to help him out or watch him as you will.

If you were to ask him, he did not particularly feel anything about what just happened. Maybe it's cold, maybe it's wrong. Either way.]

[ He'll elect to watch this time, because he still does feel like if he touches you, it'll be difficult to stop. The last few minutes are an example enough, in a way, and he'll be honest: you're distracting, you're enticing without even actively thinking to be, and he's realizing that he's more than a bit skin-starved for you.

( That, and you'd just told him, before the necessary interruption of your food delivery, that you don't mind him touching you in the least. )

Leaning sideways, thumbs tucked into the pockets of his pants as his eyes follow the way you move about. ]

Answer me one thing? [ You'll note that there's an underlying hint of curiosity in his tone. ] Who started flirting with who?

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