Frisky*Honey
Y. Kajitaka
It felt stupid to do this in the kitchen—or rather, to let him do this in the kitchen. Point of fact, Mari's singular thought at the moment was, 'Thank god Honey and Basil are in the Sweets Kingdom right now.'
For some reason, Rick was feelin' frisky. Go figure.
With a smile as innocent as a child, he was cheerfully poking around inside her pants pockets, teasing and tickling and enjoying how she squirmed. There wasn't anything there to be found—not so much as a candy wrapper. So what of all things was he doing?
"Mari, I love it when you wear the tie-on underwear~"
"You like to untie them, you mean."
"But they're so sexy on you! What color are they today, I wonder~?"
Mari continued to work at her latest experimental confection, failing miserably at keeping her face blush-free. He nipped the nape of her neck playfully; her lack of attention was usurped with her obvious embarrassment, prompting his further advances. Her knife started to waver as he traced a cloth-covered finger just under the edge of her underwear.
"Are you having enough fun yet?" she bit, but despite her efforts it wasn't even half as angry as she wanted it to be. He hummed lightly, dropping another kiss on her shoulder, heedless of the cloth from her uniform.
"It's never enough, Mari-hime. I simply allow you to leave my grasp, because holding you there isn't your desire. For a bird that wants to fly, staying in the nest—even beside her lover—is excruciating." Despite the cloth from her pockets acting as mittens, he managed to deftly pull the strings on each side, almost but not quite enough to untie them. "The lover left behind has only to follow or be left behind. Do you know, Mari-hime, how desperate I am to keep following you? How I wish you were satisfied in our nest?"
Rick murmured all this softly into her shoulder, voice only just a little strained as he fiddled with the strings. She could feel his soft hair brushing against her ear, could smell his masculine shampoo under the scent of their sweets; she shivered when he moved to breathe against her ear.
"But fly you must."
As if the whole thing had been her imagination, he pulled away, smiled in his bright and charming way, and said, "And therefore I shall keep my hands off the beautiful bird so she can concentrate."
Mari decided that the only reason she didn't throw the knife at him then was because it would damage the knife. Rick aside, it would certainly damage the knife.
AN: Ha. I'm sorry, I love these two. I can totally see this happening, because after Mari finally puts her one-sided feelings for Henri aside, she should be the one to be chased. The flirtatious, affectionate, attentive Rick would be perfect, right? Right down to his younger-man-esque stubbornness that is determined to spoil her rotten with love~ Or so I'd like to think.
Yes, I'm vaguely back to putting more interest into the YumePati fandoms. Someone tell FF to update their damn character lists.
