Yakone had been surreptitiously courting Auma for about two months now,and this morning he wondered why he was continuing this this façade. Then one day, it hit him: Shit, I'm in love with her.
At first, he simply took interest in her jarring purple eyes, then he found it extremely amusing to taunt her with his innuendos and bloodbending, but eventually, his day brightened by just seeing her and occasionally became tongue-tied around her. Also, he started to feel a bit shameful about how much he materialized Auma, how he manipulated her. Though this didn't stop him from feeling exorbitantly pleased whenever he felt her heartbeat quicken around him without him having to make any moves. (Which was more and more common, he observed). He decided to be a gentleman from their second date onwards and had not kissed Auma since the chaste little exchange during their first dinner. Of course Yakone still touched her hair, or hands or arms to remind Auma of his existence, but was growing impatient with the lack of progress in their relationship. He wanted Auma to make the next move, and hoped she would do so tonight. He had spent a long time preparing the purple stone that he found the first day he met her at the market.
With this newfound optimism, he went to pick her up.
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They chatted amicably (when did that start happening?) on their way to an inn that specialized in pickled foods and wines (heheh). Although, Yakone only wanted Auma to loosen up, he didn't want her drunk (Although it would be quite interesting to see whether of not little Miss Prickly would mellow down with alcohol). A little wine would simply dissolve any masks she had.
As they entered the restaurant, Auma went to wash her hands as Yakone ordered iceberry wine, sea cucmbers, a kelp and oyster soup, and a room upstairs. He surreptitiously slipped the key into his pocket as Auma walked back.
"Hey loser," She teased, "What did you order?"
"It's a surprise," he said while pouring a glass of wine.
"Mmm, this is good. Nice and sweet. What is it?"
"Iceberry wine. I thought you would want something light and fruity."
"Thanks."
She broke off awkwardly and quickly gulped down a large portion of her wine to cover up.
"How was work today?" asked Yakone.
"Interesting, there was a little kid who tried to eat a raw sea prune and broke a tooth."
"Silly little kid."
"No, he was so cute!" she sighed and looked off into space. "I wish I had a son." she added as an afterthought while taking another drink of wine.
Suddenly, the carefully carved purple stone seemed to weigh heavily in his pocket. "I..."
He was saved by the arrival of food.
"Ooo! I love oysters!" said Auma with a little giggle. "Can you feed me some?"
Yakone blinked and glanced over at the bottle of wine. It was half empty.
Well this little spitfire has obviously never drank anything alcoholic before. Smirking slightly in spite of himself, he scooped up an oyster with his fingers and held it up to her mouth. Sura stared into his eyes while sucking it out of the shell, carefully licking his fingers in the process. Yakone's eyes widened at how brazen she was acting.
"More." Said Auma.
"Gladly." He simpered back.
The rest of their meal consisted of a little manipulation contest that Yakone was definitely on the losing end of.
Finally, they finished and Yakone stood up stiffly, feeling like his pants were about to explode. He turned back and looked down on Auma, who pouted slightly.
"That's it?" she challenged.
"What else would you like, my little foxcat?"
"I think you can guess." She practically purred at him in public.
Is that her or the alcohol speaking? Yakone didn't want to take advantage of her, but the blood was started to rush out of the head on his shoulders and into the one a bit further down.
"Please." she begged while wrapping her hands around him.
"..."
Yakone complied as she pulled him up the stairs of the inn, feeling his self control slipping away.
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The following morning, Yakone, woke up before Auma. He looked fondly at her peaceful, sleeping face, knowing without a doubt that she would be extremely pissed off when she wakes up.
Or maybe she'll give an encore. Boy did that tiny half bottle of wine make a huge difference. He leaned back and sighed.
Welp, this will definitely accelerate my plans.
Meanwhile, Auma stirred and and sighed, burrowing deeper into his side and wrapping her arms around his bare torso.
Is she even awake? wondered Yakone. Suddenly, her head jerked up and she looked into his eyes, the blissful confusion in her violet irises slowly melting into shock and infuriation.
Crap.
"What the fuck!" She exclaimed as she flew out of bed and stood as far from away as possible while he stared at her and smirked impundently.
"What are you looki-" she broke off, finally realizing her nudity. "Urrrrrgggggh! Fuck you!" She screeched and threw on the first article of clothing that came into her hands. Ironically, this was Yakone's coat.
"I believe you just did." said Yakone smugly, until he heard a clatter on the ground.
Auma eyes dropped to the object that fell out of the coat's pocket and widened at the sight of a tastefully carved purple stone with an indigo choker. "What is-IS THIS A BETROTHAL NECKLACE!?"
Yakone swallowed and slipped out of bed. Better now than never, he told himself resolutely as he walked over to her.
"Um," he said lowering himself onto one knee, "This isn't how it played out in my head, but-" He swallowed again, "Auma,"
Deep breaths, he told himself.
"Will you marry me?"
a/n: I screwed up while posting the chapters before. Now there should be a new Yakone/Auma chapter titled Pushing Buttons
a/n/n: I suck at writing anything sex-related, so if anyone is interested in writing a smut scene in the middle, then contact me! And I will put the link to it here!
