AN: I've had this sitting around on my hard drive for over a year—can't remember why I didn't post it. Surprise gift for you, faithful reader! : )
Ryuuren paused in his arching to look up at Shuurei.
"You don't want to?"
He felt her sigh, and easily imagined her counting to ten as she so often did around him.
"It is an issue of scheduling," she insisted.
"You aren't explaining very clearly what the problem is."
Nearly sobbing with frustration, Shuurei held her head. "Why is this so hard to explain?!"
"Use your words," he suggested, as if she was a three year old. Which was so incredibly inappropriate considering their circumstances.
"Why can't you read my mind!?"
"You asked me not to. Remember the last time I-."
She blushed furiously, and shushed him. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"
And then she realised her mistake, and Ryuuren actually, properly smirked.
"That's exactly what you said then, too-."
"Ok, fine, we'll stay in the same room together when we go visit your family!"
He grinned in triumph.
"But you keep your mouth to yourself this time—do you know how embarrassing breakfast with them was last time, when you forgot to close the window before we went to bed the night before?"
"I think Foolish Older Brother the Fourth was honestly quite impressed."
Her cheeks still heated from his original innuendo, Shuurei felt her temper flare at his sense of smugness.
In an attempt to soothe her, he brought his hands up to smooth through her hair, admiring her.
"It was an accident. The bed was old, they understood that. The fact it happened to break when you were at your loudest-."
"One more word and I'm getting off!" she growled, straightening up from her position in his lap. No matter how satisfying it was to feel him so deeply inside her, there were limits to her patience, and—
Oh no.
Realization at her own words dawned as Ryuuren's eyes suddenly brightened.
"Absolutely!" he agreed, seizing her hips and her challenge.
And that was that.
The End.
AN: This is a piece of fanwork, and I do not own the rights to SaiMono.