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

You're welcome, [ slanting a kiss over your mouth now and smiling as he does so. ]

Just lend it to me sometime?

[ You probably know him well enough to know that he's mentioning this half on purpose and half because he's excited to see what you think of it. ]

[And he's going still in your embrace because he's putting two and two together now, and --

No. You didn't.

But you did, didn't you?

(Yes, you'll see all of that on his face, and yes, the look on it makes him look his age.)]

How did you...

[Facilis Descensus Avernio was notoriously difficult to find, even for a man like the Blade King. That was precisely why it had been on his wish list for years, ever since his only copy had gotten lost back in the day.]

[ Heh.

That is the look of someone aspiring for perfect innocence. ]

How did I what?

[ Now he's wondering if it would be acceptable to give the Changeling in that boat a thank you present of some sort because the look on your face, Hikaru. ]

How did you find it?

[Yes, he's a bit too overwhelmed to be witty. You have kind of really, really made his evening.

Here is another question that he will probably ask you someday: how is it that you manage to constantly top whatever previous act of goodness you've done for him?]

[ It is so rare to see you like this ( read: looking your age and overwhelmed over somethung he managed ) that he's smiling down at you with a little bit of shyness. ]

I went with the others to Binondo and... well. There was this um, boat.

[Well.]

With a Changeling girl in it? I think I know who you're talking about.

[Still, he also knows that her shop operates on strong desire tempered by an equally strong resolve. Everyone in the Fifth World desired things; few had the strength of will to reach out and take what they wanted.

Yeah, your gift just gained a whole new meaning for him now.]

[ He's still watching you, because sure it's a rare book, but it's a rare book that means something to you and while he knows you'd told him how it was difficult to acquire, he's realizing now that he wants to read more of what he'd been able to skim through. ]

I know it isn't midnight yet but... [ that's him tipping your chin up now so he can look straight into your eyes. ] Happy Birthday.

In advance.

Thank you.

[It seems like he's going to be saying that to you a lot tonight, but --]

Thank you for everything, really.

[For being a part of his life, for being all right with the fact that he was in love with you, for staying, for helping him change.]

[ He's not sure what it is exactly -- maybe it's that he's had a whole bunch of thank yous from people where you're concerned, maybe it's just that when you say it, it's never just words -- but he's humbled by all that.

Forehead to yours now. ] I love you.

The book's at home. I was planning to wrap it up first, but... [ he caved and wanted to tell you. So, yeah. ] I'm glad it makes you happy. I wanted to get you something you'd really like.

To be completely honest, I would have been perfectly content with just having you for the night.

[Chuckling.]

You spoil me.

[And he has no complaints.]

[ What is it with your way with words. ]

The others teased me about that, you know. When I was agonizing over what to get you.

[ There was talk of him and a bow. Just a bow. Why are these people his blademates really. ]

[Chuckling at that. He can think of more than a few possibilities on what they had said to you.]

Ribbing each other does appear to be your blade's language of love.

Well, they also tend to be [ frustratingly ] spot on in some cases.

[ Case and point, what you said. ]

Besides. I'm already yours. [ Yes, that's a smirk right before he leans in and nips at your mouth, hips aligning with yours as he takes another step into your space. ]

For the night. [ Have a kiss, love. ] And tomorrow. [ Have another. ] And whenever you like. [ And that's your lower lip caught gently between his teeth. ]

[--And right before you're leaning in, this one was already setting his own bottle down, and moving to wrap his arms around your neck. The better to let his hands roam down the expanse of your back, trace your spine, and eventually snag their fingers on the waistband of your pants, right?

Oh, let's not forget how he was smiling back against your lips, nor that amused (semi-breathless) hum he made in his throat at your words.]

So. Your bed, or mine? I admit, my judgment is rather impaired at the moment.

Yours is closer. [ Is that a note of mischief in his voice. ]

Unless you want my place because then I get the added plus of seeing your face when you have my present for you in your hands.

[ He is also thinking that maybe he can get you to read a few passages -- and then distract you with... things. ]

Hmm.

[That thoughtful little noise is topped with a certain quirk of this one's liips, then followed up by him leaning in to whisper his response in your ear, nice and slow.]

How about we go to your place, and you let me see that lovely book you got me, and then you surprise me with exactly how you plan on fucking me on your bed?

[ The warmth of your breath against his ear makes him shiver -- forgive him, he's all for this plan but you're so incredibly close and he only has to turn his head a little to nip at the flesh of your neck.

Are those his hands spanning your waist and then sliding down the curve of your ass so that he draws you in so he can press up right against you? Yep. Definitely.

And then he's pulling back just enough to that he can look at you. ]

Finish your beer and then let's go?

[ If he doesn't finish his, he's taking it with him. Or stuffing it back in your fridge. He'll buy you a new one to replace it. ]

Who said that you and I had to finish anything?

[Murmuring that just at that smile of his takes an imperious edge. If you're not too busy looking at him, you might notice how two bottle caps are forming out of nothing, clamping themselves down on the bottles the two of you were working at, and sealing them tight, as if their contents were never touched.]

Drinks can wait. I kind of really want my presents now.

[Yes. 'Presents.]

[ You are impossible and he loves you for it.

Stealing one more kiss then, as his hands fall away from around you, one snagging yours as he backs up towards the door. ]

Let's go now. I've got clothes that can fit you.

[ If you want those presents, then he's hardly one to want to keep them from you. Reaching for the door now with the other hand and opening it so that he can lead you out. ]

Edited 2014-06-27 03:50 (UTC)

Such an excellent planner, LaRue.

[He's saying that, though, more for himself than to tease you. He needs to calm down just enough so that he doesn't end up finding the nearest convenient place between his room and yours to make out, or maybe fuck. He's done it before, and this is you, and --

-- and anyway, yes. Following you out. He can be patient, really.]

[ It'll be a curious sight to see, because he'll be leading you as quickly as he can towards the tram, where neither of you are going to sit and instead stand by the door, his mouth to your ear and his voice pitched low in a whisper. ]

So you don't have duty and there's a big chance that we have the house to ourselves.

[ Sorry, Hikaru. You boyfriend can be such a teenager. ]

[He is perfectly fine with this. You make him feel less like he's over a thousand years old, and more like the young man that he really ought to be at the moment.

Saying this, oh-so-casually, as he's keeping his gaze on his surroundings instead of turning back to face you.]

Is that your way of saying me that you can keep me up all night and have me be as loud as you like?

[He knows what turns you on, kid.]

[ Just this smile, babe.

He's got a couple of ideas on how to go about keeping you both occupied for the evening. ]

[Sometimes, he likes it when you are horrible.

Oh, and don't mind him as he leans back against your body, tilts his head up to kiss your jaw --

-- and move his free hand around, so that he can feel you up through the fabric of your pants.

He can be horrible too. Maybe you should count yourself lucky that the trams are automated, and there are only a handful of people on board with the two of you.]

Edited 2014-06-27 05:04 (UTC)

[ Wait--

What are you-- ]

Stop that. [ You. Are. Awful. Christ.

Yes, he's catching your wrist and sending you a look ( it's ruined by the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth ) with one arched brow. ]

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