Aces Left, Right and Centre.
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Written by Kiit Marlowe.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. If they did d'you think I'd be writing fanfiction? Nah, I'd be doing a Mimi and shopping..... (Yup, this is my standard disclaimer now. I really can't be bothered to think of another one.)
I'm kinda depressed as the guy I've had a massive crush on for over two years has finally got himself a girlfriend. Needless to say, she isn't me. Grrrrrrrrrr. If I had courage I might have asked him out. But then again, he "values my friendship and opinions". Arrogant, patronising, jackass.
But hey, this may end up to be twisted happy sap.
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Have you ever played strip poker with your best friend? I hadn't until tonight. It's a good thing he's good at the game cause he's only lost his shirt and I'm already drooling.
We're at Mimi's, as always, and the younger members of the team were out on a mission. I should say, the real team now, seeing as we're pretty much retired. I worry when they do overnighters. I don't like, no I downright hate, not being there to keep Takeru out of danger. It's big brother instinct going into overdrive. Taichi's the same, though he's better at hiding it. The others all know this, and so try to get us all together so we can watch some films, hang out, take our minds off the others. It also gives the seconders a good excuse for being away from home.
Unfortunately tonight Mimi had had a little bit to drink - I guess we all had, but that's mere detail - and had suggested playing strip poker. I was just glad it wasn't something idiotic like truth or dare.
"We'll play truth or dare afterwards!" Sora piped up cheerfully, seeming to read my mind. She and Mimi beamed at both Tai and me. He shot me a disparing look, before starting to deal.
I've got to admit, I'm not a bad poker player. I think this was boosted by the fact that the girls were completely sloshed and throwing away aces left, right and centre. Jyou was far more relaxed that usual, or as relaxed as you can be sitting there in a shirt and boxers, while Izzy was muttering something about the probibility of losing x amount of times in a row was virtulally impossible. The two of them gave in, and went off to cook pizza.
It was only when Sora was about to take off her bra that I decided I'd had enough.
"Kay, guys, lets quit this now, get some sleep huh?"
"Bu' Yhama-shan..." Sora pouted. "Oou haven aken ANYFING ouf ye'."
"Don't call me that." I growled.
"She is right though Yama-chan. It's not really fair." I guess Taichi had had a little bit too much to drink as well. He slung an arm around my shoulders and stared me out. "Shirt please." I didn't have much say in the matter, because he was undoing my buttons as he spoke, sliding the material off me.
"Truf or dare!" Mimi slurred triumphantly. "An 'member, oou've gottah tell the truf!"
"Knock yourself out," Tai commented, sliding onto the sofa.
I wish she would, literally. I sank down onto the floor and grabbed the half empty bottle of vodka the other three had been sampling and took a good swig. And another. If I was gonna be forced into playing a kids game, I sure as hell wasn't going to be the only one sober.
"Easy tiger!" Taichi swiped the drink from me, took a glup and motioned for me to join him. I did, reaching for the vodka. Sora downed her Barcardi triple shot and smiled at us.
"Okai, truf ish telluss hoo oou fansi, an dare ista kiss hooeva da bockle lands on." -She announced.
"Whatcha gonna do, throw it in the air?" This earns a chuckle, a shoulder squeeze and a swig of the alchohol from my best friend. I should make more jokes.
Sora stood up and spun around, pointing one arm out. She stopped on Mimi. "Truf or dare?"
Truf, truf, truf. I heard myself saying in my head. Truth, truth, truth. I corrected myself in my head.
"Truf!" Yes! Mind suggestion works! "I's fansi bofh Taishi and Yamaco. I do's. Honesst I do's." And with that, she passed out.
"Oh, poor Miimi! She go sleep." Sora said. She went to stroke Mimi's hair. "Sleeps well my friend. I think I is going to go sleep with Mimi." She informed us, and promptly did.
I glanced at Taichi and we both cracked up.
"Sora said...She said she was going to sleep with Mimi!!!" I crowed.
"It's not fair Yama-chan, she's pished." He admonished. "But then again, so'm I!"
This was just as hysterical. I could feel the tears rolling down my face as we clung onto each other and rocked with laughter.
Jyou and Izzy came in at this point. They surveyed the wreckage and wisely decided to go to bed.
"Are you guys going to be alright sleeping down here?" Jyou asked worriedly, taking in our less than rational states.
"We'll be fine." I assured him, through my giggles. "I'll sleep on the floor an' Taichi here can have the sofa."
"Yamato, you do know that you've just pronounced 'sofa' as sloathla." Izzy commented.
"Did not." I protested.
"You did, you drunkard." Jyou teased.
This last comment seemed to piss off Taichi. "Take tha back Kiidoo." He said, taking a wild swing at Jyou. Missing by several continents and landing on me he added. "You said slothla jus' righ'. Its them tha' can't say stuf. You's perfectli sayin' stuf."
"Thank you. Tai-chan. Thank you very much." Jyou and Izzy left, leaving a blanket on the sofa arm.
"You have very pretty hair Yama-chan. Ve' pretty. And big blue eyes. I wish you could see them."
"I can look in a mirror."
Taichi chuckled. "Oh yeah, Silly baka me. You can sleep on tha slothla. I have tha florr." He started to stoke my hair.
"No, you sleep on the slothla. sofa." I corrected myself.
"No. You."
"No, You."
"No, YOU."
And then it was as though someone had clicked on the lightbulb above his head. "We'll BOTH sleep on the slothla."
I laughed. "Very sensible. I congratulate you on an excellent idea. May it be the first of many!" I toasted him by finishing off the vodka.
"You talk more when you is drunk. Wha's Izzi call it? Eloquent." He said, flipping us over so that he could lie with his back against the sofa back. I snuggled into to his welcoming arms.
"Truf or dare Yama-chan?"
"Whatever." I knew I was slurring now, and I didn't care. It wasn't every day I got to be in Taichi's arms, even if we were both completely hammered and he wouldn't fancy me ever.
"Dare. Spin bockle Yama." I did, awkwardly on my knees. It smashed on the floor and we both giggled like crazy. "Ne'er mind. I's'll kiss oou." And then I passed out.
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I woke up with Yamato in my arms. My head hurt, not as much as usual when I'd been on a bender, but enough. I ran my hands through his hair, remembering the events of the past night, and cursing his timing.
Sora staggered out from the bathroom. "Good night then?" She asked, taking in the fact that neither Yama or I had a shirt on and were cuddled up together under a blanket on Mimi's sofa.
"Nothing happened." I said.
"Better luck next time?" I looked at her is disbelief. "Tai, when are you going to tell him how ya feel?" I blinked open mouthed at her. "It's a bit damn obvious. D'you want any toast?"
"Sure." She padded off to help Mimi, who was just as chipper as always. I was in complete shock. She knew? And she wasn't bothered? Wonders will never cease.
Yamato started to stir. One blue eye opened tentatively. "Morning." I commented.
He looked at me for a moment. "I'm still dreaming." He murmered before waking up fully. "Tai. Morning." I expected him to get up straight away. Instead he stretched out for the TV remote and flicked on a crap Sunday morning soap opera. Then he burrowed down into the blankets and me. I readjusted my arm around his waist and he smiled up at me. "I never did get my kiss, did I?"
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Well, that was it. Now or never. Was he going to get up and proclaim it was all a drunken mistake? Or not even understand what I was talking about? Or-
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I could see the cogs turning and the panic building in those gorgeous eyes. I leant down and drew him into a kiss. I was every bit as wonderful as I'd ever imagined.
Thank God for strip poker.
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Written by Kiit Marlowe.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. If they did d'you think I'd be writing fanfiction? Nah, I'd be doing a Mimi and shopping..... (Yup, this is my standard disclaimer now. I really can't be bothered to think of another one.)
I'm kinda depressed as the guy I've had a massive crush on for over two years has finally got himself a girlfriend. Needless to say, she isn't me. Grrrrrrrrrr. If I had courage I might have asked him out. But then again, he "values my friendship and opinions". Arrogant, patronising, jackass.
But hey, this may end up to be twisted happy sap.
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Have you ever played strip poker with your best friend? I hadn't until tonight. It's a good thing he's good at the game cause he's only lost his shirt and I'm already drooling.
We're at Mimi's, as always, and the younger members of the team were out on a mission. I should say, the real team now, seeing as we're pretty much retired. I worry when they do overnighters. I don't like, no I downright hate, not being there to keep Takeru out of danger. It's big brother instinct going into overdrive. Taichi's the same, though he's better at hiding it. The others all know this, and so try to get us all together so we can watch some films, hang out, take our minds off the others. It also gives the seconders a good excuse for being away from home.
Unfortunately tonight Mimi had had a little bit to drink - I guess we all had, but that's mere detail - and had suggested playing strip poker. I was just glad it wasn't something idiotic like truth or dare.
"We'll play truth or dare afterwards!" Sora piped up cheerfully, seeming to read my mind. She and Mimi beamed at both Tai and me. He shot me a disparing look, before starting to deal.
I've got to admit, I'm not a bad poker player. I think this was boosted by the fact that the girls were completely sloshed and throwing away aces left, right and centre. Jyou was far more relaxed that usual, or as relaxed as you can be sitting there in a shirt and boxers, while Izzy was muttering something about the probibility of losing x amount of times in a row was virtulally impossible. The two of them gave in, and went off to cook pizza.
It was only when Sora was about to take off her bra that I decided I'd had enough.
"Kay, guys, lets quit this now, get some sleep huh?"
"Bu' Yhama-shan..." Sora pouted. "Oou haven aken ANYFING ouf ye'."
"Don't call me that." I growled.
"She is right though Yama-chan. It's not really fair." I guess Taichi had had a little bit too much to drink as well. He slung an arm around my shoulders and stared me out. "Shirt please." I didn't have much say in the matter, because he was undoing my buttons as he spoke, sliding the material off me.
"Truf or dare!" Mimi slurred triumphantly. "An 'member, oou've gottah tell the truf!"
"Knock yourself out," Tai commented, sliding onto the sofa.
I wish she would, literally. I sank down onto the floor and grabbed the half empty bottle of vodka the other three had been sampling and took a good swig. And another. If I was gonna be forced into playing a kids game, I sure as hell wasn't going to be the only one sober.
"Easy tiger!" Taichi swiped the drink from me, took a glup and motioned for me to join him. I did, reaching for the vodka. Sora downed her Barcardi triple shot and smiled at us.
"Okai, truf ish telluss hoo oou fansi, an dare ista kiss hooeva da bockle lands on." -She announced.
"Whatcha gonna do, throw it in the air?" This earns a chuckle, a shoulder squeeze and a swig of the alchohol from my best friend. I should make more jokes.
Sora stood up and spun around, pointing one arm out. She stopped on Mimi. "Truf or dare?"
Truf, truf, truf. I heard myself saying in my head. Truth, truth, truth. I corrected myself in my head.
"Truf!" Yes! Mind suggestion works! "I's fansi bofh Taishi and Yamaco. I do's. Honesst I do's." And with that, she passed out.
"Oh, poor Miimi! She go sleep." Sora said. She went to stroke Mimi's hair. "Sleeps well my friend. I think I is going to go sleep with Mimi." She informed us, and promptly did.
I glanced at Taichi and we both cracked up.
"Sora said...She said she was going to sleep with Mimi!!!" I crowed.
"It's not fair Yama-chan, she's pished." He admonished. "But then again, so'm I!"
This was just as hysterical. I could feel the tears rolling down my face as we clung onto each other and rocked with laughter.
Jyou and Izzy came in at this point. They surveyed the wreckage and wisely decided to go to bed.
"Are you guys going to be alright sleeping down here?" Jyou asked worriedly, taking in our less than rational states.
"We'll be fine." I assured him, through my giggles. "I'll sleep on the floor an' Taichi here can have the sofa."
"Yamato, you do know that you've just pronounced 'sofa' as sloathla." Izzy commented.
"Did not." I protested.
"You did, you drunkard." Jyou teased.
This last comment seemed to piss off Taichi. "Take tha back Kiidoo." He said, taking a wild swing at Jyou. Missing by several continents and landing on me he added. "You said slothla jus' righ'. Its them tha' can't say stuf. You's perfectli sayin' stuf."
"Thank you. Tai-chan. Thank you very much." Jyou and Izzy left, leaving a blanket on the sofa arm.
"You have very pretty hair Yama-chan. Ve' pretty. And big blue eyes. I wish you could see them."
"I can look in a mirror."
Taichi chuckled. "Oh yeah, Silly baka me. You can sleep on tha slothla. I have tha florr." He started to stoke my hair.
"No, you sleep on the slothla. sofa." I corrected myself.
"No. You."
"No, You."
"No, YOU."
And then it was as though someone had clicked on the lightbulb above his head. "We'll BOTH sleep on the slothla."
I laughed. "Very sensible. I congratulate you on an excellent idea. May it be the first of many!" I toasted him by finishing off the vodka.
"You talk more when you is drunk. Wha's Izzi call it? Eloquent." He said, flipping us over so that he could lie with his back against the sofa back. I snuggled into to his welcoming arms.
"Truf or dare Yama-chan?"
"Whatever." I knew I was slurring now, and I didn't care. It wasn't every day I got to be in Taichi's arms, even if we were both completely hammered and he wouldn't fancy me ever.
"Dare. Spin bockle Yama." I did, awkwardly on my knees. It smashed on the floor and we both giggled like crazy. "Ne'er mind. I's'll kiss oou." And then I passed out.
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I woke up with Yamato in my arms. My head hurt, not as much as usual when I'd been on a bender, but enough. I ran my hands through his hair, remembering the events of the past night, and cursing his timing.
Sora staggered out from the bathroom. "Good night then?" She asked, taking in the fact that neither Yama or I had a shirt on and were cuddled up together under a blanket on Mimi's sofa.
"Nothing happened." I said.
"Better luck next time?" I looked at her is disbelief. "Tai, when are you going to tell him how ya feel?" I blinked open mouthed at her. "It's a bit damn obvious. D'you want any toast?"
"Sure." She padded off to help Mimi, who was just as chipper as always. I was in complete shock. She knew? And she wasn't bothered? Wonders will never cease.
Yamato started to stir. One blue eye opened tentatively. "Morning." I commented.
He looked at me for a moment. "I'm still dreaming." He murmered before waking up fully. "Tai. Morning." I expected him to get up straight away. Instead he stretched out for the TV remote and flicked on a crap Sunday morning soap opera. Then he burrowed down into the blankets and me. I readjusted my arm around his waist and he smiled up at me. "I never did get my kiss, did I?"
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Well, that was it. Now or never. Was he going to get up and proclaim it was all a drunken mistake? Or not even understand what I was talking about? Or-
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I could see the cogs turning and the panic building in those gorgeous eyes. I leant down and drew him into a kiss. I was every bit as wonderful as I'd ever imagined.
Thank God for strip poker.
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