icarusalsoflew | Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 27, 2063 || Saturday

[He doesn't need to say anything to that, because you're going to see it written in the soft sigh he makes against your mouth, and how he responds wholeheartedly to the way you're kissing him. He's also reaching out, and letting his hands slide over the curves of your waist just once before he's wordlessly attempting to tug you even closer.

Please excuse him. He's a little starved for the warmth of your skin - the warmth of something human, loving, reassuring - because it might just help him shake out a little of the cold from his bones.]

[ He's going to smile against your mouth at that, and move closer -- enough to back you into the wall by the door. His kisses are also moving from your mouth to that spot right where your jaw bleeds into your neck.

Okay, fine, he takes it back -- he's glad you were away for only a couple of days, but he still wouldn't have taken Death up on the offer. It would be different. It really is. ]

[The two of you have barely started, yet his breath already shudders out of his lungs like an unsteady thing by the time you break away. It only grows shorter when he feels your lips worrying at his skin, at that spot. That's always enough to make him shiver.

He's arching his neck, giving you more room to do more of that if you want to. (He really, really hopes that you will.)]

[ And he's smiling when you shiver, and he indulges you a little more by pressing kisses to your skin. His fingers are also catching on the shirt you've got tucked into your pants and he's tugging at that because he wants to feel your skin beneath his palms. ]

[Thank you, LaRue, for reminding him that you haven't touched him in a while, and he has not touched you. Not this way, anyway.

It's getting warm in the room, and the place is starting to feel a little claustrophobic. This might be why he's moving his hands away from your waist, and up, over your back, across your spine.

Convenient, really, how you never bothered to put a shirt on.]

[ And he's shivering from your touch and smiling into your skin before he pulls back and slants his mouth over yours again. ]

I can't fault your taste in clothes, but sometimes I really wish you wouldn't put on too many layers.

[ His fingers have fallen away to the buttons of your shirt and he's now trying to see how quickly he can get it off you. ]

Duty. Go figure, right?

[Although that isn't quite accurate. He's almost always in way too many layers. Makoto and Alistair both used to have a LOT to say about that.

And since you're occupied with that, he's going to try to distract you by kissing you some more.]

[ You're going to feel him smile against your mouth, just as you're going to hear the soft, half-gasp, half-laugh that leaves him as he unbuckles your belt so that he can tug your shirt out of your pants.

When he's addressed that little problem ( and tugged the tank you have underneath that free as well ) you'll feel his fingers skimming across your skin. ]

The Philippines is in the tropics, babe. [ Yes, apparently he's got a pet name for you now. ] And you go around in a tank and long-sleeves, and a tie. [ So do other people, sure, but he doesn't have to think about undressing them. ] I'll be conceited just this once and pretend you do this to torture me.

[ His hips are flush up against yours now. And yes, he's giving a lot of attention to your neck and the area of your collarbone now that all those buttons have been undone. ]

I don't, but now that you've brought up the possibility...

{Excuse the tightness in his voice. Your hands and your mouth feel good on him, and - given the fact that the both of you still have a lot of clothes on - it's a lovely prelude to whatever could happen next.

Good distractions. He kind of needs them right now, especially since --

-- okay then. Full stop. Time to try and focus on the attention you're very lovingly lavishing upon him.

Operative words: "try to".]

[ And because he's spent a potentially inordinate amount of time learning your tells and the shades and gradients of when you are okay and when you're not, this is Josh pausing mid-kiss to ease up a little and send you a questioning look.

He said he wouldn't push, that he'd ask only when you were ready to talk, but your mind is clearly elsewhere. ]

Hey, stranger. Where'd you go for a second there?

[ One hand's smoothing down your arm in time to that. ]

Sorry.

[Right. A bit too soft there, shaking his head, making a rueful noise, and finally looking back up at you.]

Sorry, just...

[He should probably tell you now.]

I don't know what to do.

[This is simple. What you're both going to wake up to afterward won't be, and it's probably going to get worse.]

[ He's tipping your chin up at that and resting his forehead against yours. ]

Shhh. It's okay. Leave it for now. You don't have to take the lion's share. [ He knows he could very well be wrong. He was there, remember? He felt that... that thing. He saw Aidan return only to think, in Kaz's words, that yes, he'd hoped for the Voidseeker to come home -- but not to that. Not to Falner under attack.

But morning is still hours away, and all you're going to do is exhaust yourself emotionally.by thinking on it too hard. ]

Hey, come on, Hikaru. Slow down a little. [ A gentle hand to your cheek as he says that. ]

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I'm pretty bad at that, you know. [A beat.] And I don't think I should.

[Not this time. Not while Falner's a mess, and the Other World is expanding, and Grendal is out there. Not while some of the strongest people he knows are starting to crumble.]

[ You're far away again, he can tell by the look in your eyes.

He could... no, no he can't let this lie. Yes, everything you know and love is compromised, but you're tired and you're stressed and he doesn't care if all you need is to sleep for an hour and you're okay, that mind of yours needs to cycle back -- just a little. ]

Hey. Hey, c'mon. Slow down a little. [ Cupping your cheek now and smiling gently. ] Don't make me tie you down.

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[And while he's laughing at that, the light in his eyes has shifted.]

I'm almost tempted to take you up on that offer.

[Does he look a little too serious over something that you're probably just joking about?

Yes. He is also immediately regretting the fact that he said that out loud.

Honesty Hour is going to bite him in the ass someday.]

[ It's the look in your eyes that he notes first.

And it's the fact that you look like you're back-pedaling that confirms to him that he isn't seeing things that aren't there. ]

You know, [ his tone is cautious. ] I was trying to make you laugh.

I know, I know.

[Chuckling again. He only does that when he's nervous, and just about shy of skittish. Those tells are coming out all over the place: in his eyes, his tone, and the fact that he's trying to put a little space between the two of you.]

I should just... go.

[Yeah.]

[ Oho, no you don't.

This is Josh effectively caging you against that wall -- which is easy enough since he has you partially pinned against it anyway. ]

Hikaru.

[ Yes, he's using that tone on your name. He's also looking at you with an expression that you'll be familiar with: he's not going to budge on this. ]

[There's a small sound from this one's end, a hitch in his breathing that tells you that he's a little surprised by how firm you're being. ~~He was really hoping that you wouldn't be.~~

No, he can't look at you anymore. Any of the words that he could use in his defense or to draw him out of the mess he's gotten into have also fallen away.]

[ He's quiet at first, watching you avoid his gaze, noting down how your body wants to shy away. He's not sure what it is that's gotten you so skittish... until his mind latches onto what it was that prompted you to be like this in the first place.

He also letting one hand fall to your hip, just as the other ghosts the back of his fingers along your cheek and jaw. ]

What do you want? [ And because he knows you will likely protest, he adds quietly: ] I'm one of yours now, Hikaru. Yours to command as you wish.

[ He would have said that in Japanese, just to emphasize his point, but his lessons with you have been interrupted a lot these last couple of weeks. He also doesn't want to mangle the language when it's the content of what he's saying that's important right now. ]

[Both the words you speak and the way that you say them go right through his heart, and end up reminding him, painfully and perfectly, how difficult it's been to not have you like this, or be with you in this way. Maybe it's a little terrible, just how much he needs you right now. He can dwell on that later --

-- or he could learn, for once, to take it as it is.

The sound of his own breathing sounds way too loud to his ears, just like the hammering of his heart in his chest. He swallows in a bid for calm and an attempt to quell the dryness in his throat, shuts his eyes for longer than a blink, and finally looks up at you.]

That goes both ways. [Because the Wolf of Zangyaku existed for Zangyaku just as much as his oni-tsukai existed for him.] And the lot of you took me down two days ago. I'm at your disposal.

[Then, softly because it's hard to talk over the emotions stopping up his throat and the lingering concern that breadth of his need for you will end up scaring you away:]

I want to be at your disposal tonight.

[Because you've always been so damned good at getting him to slow down, sit still, and see things for what they actually were instead of seeing them through the lens of his anger, his hurt, or his regret.]

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[ His hands are moving up and down your arms again. You're skittish ( he can practically feel that off you ) and emotional ( he can hear that in your voice ) and you're turning things around again and offering yourself up.

Forehead to yours, for the nth time tonight. ]

Tell me what you want. [ The please is in the way those words fall. ] Tell me what you need from me.

[You're so damned good to him that it is occasionally enough to make him ache. This moment is one of those occasions.]

I meant what I said. [Pausing for a moment, then speaking with a little more certainty than he had moments agos.] You're the only person who can make me slow down and keep me in place.

[There were others, of course, and there will probably be others in the future), but none of that matters right now.]

Can you do that for me?

[ How you know what to say to make him feel both like his heart is to full and yet so capable of so much more, he has no idea. ]

I can, [ he leans in to slant his lips over yours again at that, just has his fingers are moving to the belt he's unbuckled at your waist to slide it out of the loops of your pants. ] You'll tell me though, right?

[ You can probably tell, that he's a little nervous about this. ]

If you want me to stop?

I trust you.

[That is his way of telling you that you don't need to worry about a thing. He has had to handle terrible things, and been the recipient of much darker urges, forces and intent that had been geared towards hurting him.

This is a far cry from any of that. Besides, laying himself down like this for you is a big step with one like the Blade King. He hates being vulnerable, and rarely stands for letting anyone put him in a position where he can do little else but take whatever is offered to him. Him allowing that means that he believes that the person he's lain himself down in front of knows exactly how to hold him down, take him out of himself, keep him still long enough to force him to put himself back together.]

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