Hikaru Shinta (
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Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 13, 2063 || Saturday || The Mordechai Home

[So before the real work in Europe starts, you've all got a free day to roam around the Mordechai Home and its rather beautiful surroundings. Everyone is more than welcome to stay the night.
The Cooley Peninsula's a lovely place, and this particular section is even prettier than the rest of the area. The house, in itself, is pretty interesting too.
Knock yourselves out, guys. This is turning out to be a pretty sweet vacation, isn't it?]
DESCRIPTION STUFF:
+ The house is an old-style Irish home made of brick and covered in ivy. It's got two floors (all five bedrooms are upstairs, and each one has a bathroom), an attic, and a basement. Everything's antique in here, and there is pretty much NOTHING Japanese in the house except Hikaru. The binding motifs: Christian symbols with a Celtic twist, blades, brambles and water.
+ First floor's got the kitchen with the dining area right next to it, and the living room with a fireplace. There's a porch up front.
+ The attic is full of old and interesting shit, and looks like a study. Hikaru's Brotherhood of Violence stuff is here.
+ The basement is the strangest area: half of it is a workshop-cum-armory with a map that expands an entire wall. It's full of old notes, post-its and photographs. Observers will note that this was Alistair's project from way back when - the beginnings of how he always managed to keep track of Hikaru. The other half is under lock and key; the door's a vault. It feels cold beyond it. VERY cold.
+ There's a beach that's about a three minute's walk down from the hill that the house is on. The ancestral Mordechai cemetery's a ten minute walk from the house, through rolling hills. Alistair's wife is buried there, as are Maes' wife and kids, Abel, and both Seth Mordechais.
+ ...And then there are fields for miles and miles, and mountains in the distance.
+ The Kearney home is actually a fifteen minute drive away from the Mordechai home. Nobody's in, though.
OTHER OOC NOTES:
+ Feel free to go anywhere you like. Ping me if you need descriptions.
+ Alistair will only return to the house by sunset. He's in the cemetery or roaming around in the forest. until then.
+ Feel free to make your own threads, or pop in to bug the NPCs at the threads I am putting up for them.
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Love you, [ he murmurs that against your mouth, hips shifting just a little so that he's snug against you. ]
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Love you too.
[Saying that with a small smile in your direction, just as he's letting one arm shift away, and resting that hand against your chest. Yes, his fingers are close to the buttons of your shirt.]
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What's wrong? [ Of course, he has to ask. He's never seen you like this before. The last couple of days don't count because he was calibrating himself. ]
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Nothing's wrong. I guess... I guess it's just been a while?
[And yes, there is, once more, that whole part about being so sure that he'd never be able to have you like this again.]
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I guess it has.
[ He's kissing you again after that, gentle but firm at first and then gradually gaining a semblance of urgency that you can feel him still holding back.
What he's doing is simple: he's drawing you out, showing you that he wants you, hoping to reassure you that there's no need to shy away. ]
I'm right here, Hikaru. Not going anywhere. I promised, remember?
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Please don't.
[There's a little more of the honesty that you're familiar with. You're on the right track.]
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He has missed the taste of your lips, the give of your mouth beneath his, the texture of your tongue against his own. ]
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He'll respond in kind by helping you out of your own shirt, or starting to, anyway.]
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His hips are also flush against yours, so you'll feel the way he wants you, even as he's getting rid of that shirt of yours. ]
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It's becoming easier to fall back into the rhythm that the two of you tend to establish when you've decided to come together. It helps everything make sense again.]
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Moving with you like this is like breathing, and as he shifts so that he can press his lips to yours all over again, he's pinning those hands of yours on either side of your head. ]
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As such, don't be too surprised to hear the way he breaks away from another round of kissing you with a tiny whine, and a darkened look in your direction as he's pressing the side of his face against the bed. The sheets are cooler than the rest of him is, or so he thinks.]
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Letting go of one hand now to catch your chin and turn your face back to his. ]
Hey, [ this one's tone is soft and coaxing. ] Hey, what is it?
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[That's a broken little whisper, wet with his heart's blood.]
I missed you so much.
[And now you're here again, and he can hardly believe it.]
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I missed you, too. But I'm right here, Hikaru. I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere.
[ The 'ever' that punctuates that sentence is in the way his mouth crushes against yours, the way he rolls back on one side and takes you with him so that the mattress anchors you both.
His hands are trembling now as they move over your body, as if a part of him is afraid to cut loose, to touch you the way he really, really wants to. You get hints of it in the way his teeth catch on your lower lip, the occasional tightening of his fingers at your hip, the weight of his palm on the small of your back as he draws you in.
He needs you, wants you, it almost hurts. ]
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Do what you want to do.
[That's murmured over your mouth sometime later, as his hand is straying between your bodies. He ghosts his palm between your legs, because he wants to see if you still feel the same way to him. (You do.)]
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Hikaru... [ that's whispered with a sound that is half-sigh, half-moan, and you'll feel the way his fingers tighten at your elbow. ]
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A heartbeat after that, and his deepening the kiss, and slipping his hand just underneath your briefs so that he can graze his palm and fingers over you properly.]
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He's broken the kiss and is now leaning his head into your shoulder, because weren't you only a moment ago really shy? ]
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It used to worry him, whether this sort of devotion from him would be something that you could take. You have told him time and again, though, that you are not going anywhere. He'll just have to believe you.]
Take me with this. [He's bent down, just so, in order to whisper that to you. He's then punctuating that statement with the way his tongue traces along the curve of your ear.] Please.
[You are not the first person who could make him feel this way, but you are the only person, at this moment, that he is willing to be this open and this vulnerable to. You're the only one who can make every cell in his body beg.]
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Do you even know what you do to him? Do you even know how easy it is to simply give in because this is you and whenever he is around you like this it's like he can focus on nothing else? It scares him a little sometimes, to know that what he feels is so large and encompassing it's almost crippling to imagine you not in his life. He meant what he said back in Seigi, without even meaning to: you've had a hand in his life even before this story between the two of you had a proper beginning.
Those then, are his arms coming around you, hands snaking beneath that shirt he's yet to fully remove from your torso. That is his mouth tracking kisses where he knows you like it best. This is him rolling you right on your back to that he can pin you beneath his body. ]
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You're pieces of a whole to him right now, and it shows in the way that he's staring at you now. Every aspect of you fascinates him: your lips, the curve of your shoulders, the fine lines of your face, the precise way you're keeping him down and under, the remembrance of the taste of your mouth. He can still, as always, plot out every place that your fingers have been on him.]
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Given the way you're studying him, you'll see the shifting of something in this one's eyes, the way his gaze drops from your face and the fraction downturn of his lips as he chases the dryness there with is tongue. There's a faint crease between his brows, you'd be familiar with it because you've seen a fair amount of his moods and this oddly comes close to that long ago night shortly after you'd sat him down on that couch in your room in Falner.
Close, but not quite. Close, but also different.
His hands have moved now: one forearm is braced on the mattress itself, while the other's fingers trace the slant of your torso to the jut of your hip. Those same fingers are catching on the hem of that tank top you wear underneath your shirt and rucking it up just enough so that he can press a soft kiss to the skin to the right of your navel.
Yes, he's also so terribly, terribly quiet. ]
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Neither of you are speaking: you're both filling the silence of the room with the way that your breaths dissipate into the air around the two of you, and it's loud in his ears, about as loud as the drumming noise inside of his head. That must be sound of his blood thumping in his veins, pumped out by a heart that's hammering away a little more all of the things that you're doing to him.
And still, he is watching you. At the moment, he can't do much else.]
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That free hand of his is also tangling his fingers with yours, his thumb tracing gentle circles over the pulse at your wrist just as he allows himself the indulgence of briefly grazing his teeth along the dip right alongside your hipbones.
You can probably tell that he's planning to take his sweet time with this. And while he's enjoyed you before, there's a hint of intensity in the set of his shoulders that's different from the previous ways that you've both come together. ]
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