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The house took on a cobalt hue as moonlight painted the even surfaces of its interior. The air was cool and silent, save for the second to last door on the left. Slightly ajar, the silver rays slipped through and into the hallway, the only thing more cutting than the visage being the sounds that escaped from that particular room, bouncing softly off the walls. Faint moans and throaty groans fell from plush lips as her eyes screwed shut, a droplet of sweat gliding down her neck, slowing its pace as it reached her heaving chest. She made sure to keep her back arched as palms grasped desperately at the fabric beneath, knees threatening to bruise at the friction; it was too much.
He seemed more vexed if anything at her whining as he continued his brutal pace, hands gripping frantically as the once steady tenor of her voice produced notes now laced with desperation. Running a free hand through his hair, his eyes rolled, a practiced tongue moistening pursed lips. Chisaki was trying to finish some paperwork in his room, but the sounds of her ministrations next door were distracting to say the least. Though he'd tried his best to appear unaffected, living with her for the past two weeks had been testing his resolve. If he was being honest with himself, the test had begun long ago. In the lab, concentration impelled pearly whites to press into her plush lips, delicate hands handling samples with the utmost care. During training, lithe muscles were pulled into deep stretches, her all-black workout gear creating tempting silhouettes. At his home, there she was sauntering out of the bathroom in a much-too short robe, leaving zephyrs of lavender in her wake. And their date where her body was brought flush to his, soft curves pressing against him, warm and inviting even as she trembled. Now he could scarcely remember the last time he hadn't considered her; thinking of her with him, her being with him, him thinking of her being under hi—Enough. He tried to get ahold of himself upon hearing what he had only dreamed of before, many more times than he would care to admit, but she was his partn—no, now my girlfriend as well. Though he had never had one before, it didn't seem unreasonable for romantic partners to help satisfy each other in that way, right? I don't want to rush her. It's only been a few days.
Or would it be more accurate to say a year? Their openly romantic progression had been recent, but the urges had long made a home in his mind. One of his hands fidgeted, threatening to leave its post on his desk to move down to where it was needed most, imagining what was happening on the other side of the wall. Filthy. The familiar melody of her voice persisted, and his patience wore thin, his fist now clenched as he willed himself to continue working. At this rate he was going to reach his breaking point. Another groan, louder than the last ripped through the halls as he decided he'd had enough, abruptly rising from the desk in his room, making a B-line towards the offending noises. Being this loud, she had to have known he'd hear her. Is this what she wanted? Full of conviction, he was ready to act. He could no longer call his feelings a simple impulse nor hers a simple miscalculation on the thickness of the walls. At this point, it was a plea and he intended to answer. The door to her room was slammed open. "You don't have to be so loud. If you want it so badly, I'll give it to y—" Chisaki began evenly before stopping short at the visage.
Nanami's face was flushed as she bared down on all fours atop a suitcase bursting at the seams with clothes. She had been packing for hours now, trying desperately to fit the results of her over-packing into the last of her stubbornly stiff luggage. As she had finally gotten the zipper to move, Chisaki burst through the door, undoubtedly because of the raucous she'd been making." Sorry I was being a bit obnoxious; this suitcase has just been giving me hell…" She began apologetically before remembering his exact words as he burst through the door. Sure, she had been slightly dramatic and the reason her things weren't fitting was surely her fault because of the haphazard way the clothes had been thrown into the baggage, but his remark was odd. His threats of bodily harm were largely empty when directed at her, so Nanami found herself a bit perplexed at how serious in tone his latest bluff had been, not to mention the markedly predatory glint in his eyes. Taking in the sight of his frame in the doorway, it was obvious to her how tense he was, muscles stretching the sleeves and chest of his t-shirt taut as his shoulders rose and fell signaling his labored breathing. Certain that he was going to scold her for being so loud this late anyway, she figured she'd enjoy the view. His shirt was slightly raised, resting on the sculpted muscle of his hip. Her eyes continued their trek south to get a glimpse of the rigid plane of his lower abdomen as his sweats hung a bit lower than usual. Her brow knitted slightly in confusion as a long shadow she didn't immediately recognize was prominent an inch or so beneath the waistline of his sweats. Her mind still a bit foggy from lack of sleep, for a split second she found herself going through the list of muscles and appendages in her head, sincerely wondering what sizeable piece of anatomy she could have been forgetting.
In the second that immediately followed, her eyes bulged, snapping back up to his face in embarrassment as she realized what she'd been ogling, "… What exactly did you think I was doing in here?"
His eyes followed the path hers had previously taken, a pit forming in his stomach as the visible bulge in his sweats silently answered her question. His gaze met hers, an unreadable expression on her face as the silence sat thickly between them. Before she could find her words, in one quick motion he'd turned on his heel and closed the door, the only sounds being swift footsteps before the door to his room was shut soundly. Her eyes remained fixed on the spot where he'd stood, her jaw still slack from shock. …Hitomi was right. Grey sweats really are lingerie for men.
The next morning came at a snail's pace as she laid spent in bed replaying events of the night before. After agonizing over physical boundaries, they now felt both too simple and overly complicated. Of course, she'd thought many times what it would be like to be with him in that way; being pressed flush together, biting her lip in the lab as they made good use of the sturdy benches. Getting pinned during training and earning very specific bruises on her knees. Hiking up her bathrobe, happily writhing benea—get a hold of yourself Nanami. She chided herself remembering that even after last night, given his obvious aversion to touch, she had accepted anything beyond brief, chaste contact to be a pipe dream more like a getting piped dream… she commented with a twinge of embarrassment. He had misinterpreted her sounds; he hadn't misinterpreted anything else. Though she would be mortified if he found out, after seeing him so hungry and hearing what had to be her favorite threat from him to-date, she made good on his assumption not long after he left. She told herself it was just to get to sleep, but after the fifth, eye-rolling orgasm at the thought of what could have been, she knew it was something they would have to address.
Taking a deep breath, she went through her usual routine, hoping the monotony of the tasks would calm her enough to speak to him. After checking herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time, she marched out of her room, making a b-line towards the door upon seeing the silhouette of a figure sitting outside on one of the benches in the garden. Bursting through the door, she declared "Chisaki, we need to talk about se—something." She amended the last part quietly, her conviction plummeting upon seeing a confused Kurono instead.
"Good morning, and sorry to disappoint, but he's out."
"Oh, good morning! My bad, I thought he was going to drop me off at my new place."
"He was, but something came up and now he's indisposed."
"'Indisposed', 'out', 'something came up'… that doesn't sound suspicious or vague at all..." She commented sarcastically, hoping he'd fess up.
"Great, 'cause I thought it did and that you'd ask me for answers I don't have, knowing he doesn't talk to anyone when he gets in moods like this. Well, looks like we all saved ourselves some time. Ready to head out?"
"Well, someone's spicy this morning."
"Look, I'm sorry. He just woke me up really early this morning to take his place and the absorption of the Okamura along with everyday operations has been tiring to say the least. I don't mean to be short with you, there's just a lot going on."
A bit ashamed she hadn't been considerate of him, downcast eyes inspected the ground near her feet, "No, I'm sorry. It's pretty inconsiderate to involve you in our petty 'drama'." Looking back up apologetically, she continued," I'll get my stuff and we can get on the road and maybe even stop by a tea shop on the way—my treat for being such a bro. Sound good?"
"Honey oolong?"
"Only the honey-est of oolongs for you, bud."
Sighing, he uncrossed his arms, the corner of his mouth curving upwards into a small smile," Sounds good."
The drive was short, the roads becoming unfamiliar after their pitstop at the tea shop. Passing a row of modest apartments, Nanami presumptively reached for her seatbelt as Kurono began to slow down to park.
"What are you doing?"
"Uh, getting out of the car."
"I can see that, though I will say it's usually better to let the car come to a complete stop before doing that though."
He continued to pull forward past them, and into a well-manicured horseshoe driveway, stopping completely in front of a much-less modest building. Nanami craned her neck upwards, barely able to make out the top of the glass-clad building through the sunroof. Interrupting her assessment, a man politely opened her door, Kurono having already exited the vehicle.
"Welcome Ms. Suzuki, may I take your bags?" the doorman greeted politely.
"O-of course, thank you," She replied, trying her best to conceal her surprise. The first week after going into hiding, she had given into Chisaki's very persistent proposal to move. Though the Okamura had been dealt with, the break-in proved how easily she could be tracked down, not to mention her home was permanently compromised. If one of them knows where you live, they all know where you live, Chisaki's words rang through her head. She knew he was right, but when he offered to find her a secure place, she had imagined something much less grandiose. Though Nanami's salary as Dr. Watanabe was nothing to scoff at, she was usually quite frugal, even her 'splurging' typically coming in the form of a well-stocked clearance rack. Catching up to Kurono inside while the doorman continued moving her bags, she put on a confident face as they entered the elevator, the façade dropping as soon as the doors closed. "Ok, I know I shouldn't complain, but… what the heck is all this?" she gestured vaguely to their surroundings as they ascended.
"Your new apartment?"
"I know that, I mean, this is… a lot. When he said I was gonna move to a more 'secure location', I thought it kind of implied it would be lowkey."
"I can see why you'd think that, but this is one of our buildings, so though it may be a bit… ostentatious, it is secure all the same."
The elevator cut her off with a melodic chime, prompting them to exit. It didn't escape Nanami's attention that they were on one of the top floors as the elevator opened to a hallway with one door. Please don't have a sick balcony. Please don't have a sick balcony. Please don't have a sick balcony. Kurono unlocked the thick set of doors with a code and from the foyer, a large balcony was in plain view, adorned with plants she was sure had died in her absence. Damnit it's sick. Taking in the rest of the apartment, it was modern, but homey. Though most of the furniture was new, whoever placed it knew to keep certain personal affects and décor present. It was larger than her place, the finishes and features outclassing her old home easily. Still in awe, she removed her shoes to investigate further in her socks as she was sure the marble flooring would be cold. As she stepped forward, she froze, her fists clenched at her side as she said a silent prayer of thank you The fucking floor is heated. What have I done to deserve this slice of heaven? Before tears of joy could be spilt, she saw her favorite reading chair in the opulent space and came back to reality. It had been the first piece of quality furniture she had bought herself and though it wasn't anything lavish, she had worked hard to earn it and found a sense of pride well within her whenever she saw it. Could she be proud of all that she saw now?
"This is way too fancy for me. I couldn't impose." She let out resolutely.
"I mean, you already are." He said evenly, her brows furrowing a bit on dismay at the assessment. "I know this isn't your typical look, but this is where you are now. You may be imposing now, but we've imposed on you as well. You've worked very hard this past year, no one is going to smite you for enjoying yourself."
"… Wow, I've been hanging around him too much, he's beginning to rub off on me." She chuckled to herself derisively.
"I think he'd say the same, but not in a bad way."
"Thanks, Kurono."
"You're welcome." He gave a small smile before checking his watch, "I've got to go, but I'll be back to check on you every now and again. There's also a burner in the bedroom in case you need to get a hold of me."
"He really is out then huh?"
"Looks like. He'll come around eventually."
"I hope so… well, since I'll be by myself pretty often, how about next time you come by, we rent a movie or something?"
"I'd like that. See you later, doc."
The constant hum of machinery and chatter complimented the tang of disinfectant and purposefully generic potpourri. For once Nanami took out her earphones as she strolled leisurely down the hallway to her office for the first time in weeks. I missed this. Pulling out her keys and pressing them into the lock, the pins seemed to already be relaxed and open as she slid them in; she'd expected resistance. My office is already unlocked. She thought in a panic.
Along with moving, the locks to her office were changed as well just in case. Despite Chisaki's very persuasive nature, she refused to move jobs too after giving up her home, so locks were naturally the compromise. It seemed too drastic to go through the effort of being transferred to another hospital, but in that moment of panic when she imagined someone lying in wait just behind her door in the darkness, Nanami began to reconsider.
Glancing around once more, she confirmed her surroundings. Dr. Nagano is seeing someone next door and is in the theater down the hall and I just saw three nurses go down the west hallway. If I'm quick enough, I should be able to take care of whoever's in here before they can make too much noise. Go time. Taking a centering breath, she twisted the knob, giving a cautious push, her jaw clenched in anticipation. Her eyes went wide as her suspicion was confirmed: a man stood with his back turned hovering over her desk, puttering around with something she couldn't see. It appeared as though he didn't notice her enter the room, as she rejoiced internally that she'd invested in some WD-40 to fix the squeaky, old door. Slowly approaching, she readied her stance to put him into a full Nelson, knowing it would be the best way to subdue him without making too much of a fuss. Now mere steps away, she could make out a brown jumpsuit he was wearing with a matching cap and whatever he was trifling with on her desk had a particular smell to it that she couldn't put her finger on. Knowing there wasn't time to brainstorm in the moment, her movements quickened before she was caught off guard, letting out a yelp.
"Dr. Watanabe! Welcome back!" Mrs. Ito boomed as she burst through the door, flipping on the lights. Nanami was mortified for a moment before getting a good look at her would-be victim. "You came in right as I was doing rounds and I forgot to tell you, but this morning I let this gentleman in. It seems someone really likes you," she intoned with a wink.
Quickly putting down her arms before they both could notice, the man turned, offering her a polite smile and a clipboard, asking for her signature to confirm delivery. "My apologies ma'am. I wasn't expecting you to come in this early. Sign here, please."
"Sure thing," she tried to reply easily as she regathered herself. Now able to make out what he'd been arranging, a rather large bouquet of beryl hydrangeas and delphinium that draped whimsically down the sides of her desk. "Wow, these are beautiful. Thanks," she commented, half laughing to herself that she'd almost assaulted this poor man as he nodded, leaving the room with Mrs. Ito.
Grasping the petals gently, she inhaled the smell, happy some life could be brought back to her office. As she moved another tendril, a card floated to the ground. Picking it up, she opened the envelop, reading the impeccably neat handwriting on the delicate card:
"Threats abound; I will be watching you. Enjoy your day."
– O.
Placing the card, back into the envelope, an audible sigh was released as she placed a hand to her forehead. That… was not what I expected. She thought, almost snorting to herself, but it's the thought that counts… the vaguely threatening, but sweet thought that counts in this case I suppose. Hoping that this meant he wasn't avoiding her after their awkward encounter, she pulled out her burner.
N: The flowers are beautiful, thank you 3
O: I know. You're welcome. Did you receive my message?
N: Couldn't miss it
O: And?
N: …
O: I'm busy. Use your words.
N: You know how good my acting skills are?
O: No, they're terrible.
N: Well, I read your letter and… we all have our strengths.
O: I don't write letters like these often.
N: No worries, we've got plenty of time to practice 😊
O: Agreed.
N: By the way, can we talk? And before you say "we're doing that rn" I mean in person.
O: I'm busy. I will contact you when I have time.
N: Got it. See you soon then?
O: See you soon.
Remembering Kurono's words, she knew it was selfish to push the issue. He'd been busy before, but she could only imagine how hellish his schedule looked now that the organization was more than twice its size. She'd been spoiled by being so near him for the past year—not to mention how much the distance between them shrank after living together for the past few weeks, it wasn't a wonder as to why she suddenly felt a twinge of insecurity rear its ugly head. It's not you, it's the situation. If he was still hung up on that night, he wouldn't be talking at all. You're both adults with demanding careers. It's fine. She repeated, trying to reassure herself but the nagging feeling persisted, quiet as it was.
Wednesday came much too slow in her eye as she struggled to focus on paperwork or the conversations she had on her lunch with colleagues. She was much too distracted; today they would resume their normal lab meetings. As soon as the clock hit 5:00 pm, she was out of the door, rushing so she'd have enough time to stop by home and spruce up a bit.
Jogging to the elevator of her building, she pressed her floor. Nearly sprinting as she got off, she almost missed the gift boxes on the table in the foyer. Backtracking, she took a moment to appreciate the presentation before reaching for the card sat atop.
"We cannot meet tonight, but my eyes will still be on you. Relax while you can."
– O.
HOW DID HE GET WORSE Nanami thought incredulously. Opening the gifts, one contained a bottle of her favorite wine. Another nearly knocked her backwards as the intense aroma of lavender filled her nostrils upon opening a case of her favorite bath bombs. And the last one a rather luxurious robe she was sure he meant for her to use along with the other two gifts as it seemingly screamed "spoiled trophy wife". Wife? Pfft chill out, we just started dating. She chuckled to herself before remembering they weren't going to see each other again for a couple days. Her face fell into a frown before snapping back again. No, this is just another one of those things that comes along with being busy adults with responsibilities. There'll be plenty of times when I can't see him because I'm busy too, it's just how it goes. Might as well enjoy my night off while I have it. Accepting the change of plans, Nanami pampered herself for the rest of the night, though the nagging feeling grew just a bit larger.
Another week went by and now she kept a tally of how many times he had flaked on her as she was sure she had to be some kind of very sad record holder at this point. The nights had become lonely as she found herself still making too much food and becoming unreasonably melancholy when she realized her favorite sous chef wasn't there to compliment her cooking or grumpily clean up whatever mess she'd made. In her far-too luxurious robe, she sipped on her much-too expensive wine (gifts no.3 and no. 57 respectively, by her count), she looked thoughtfully at her phone and decided to push the envelope a bit.
Nothing too risqué, just a little flirty text. It's not weird to flirt with your boyfriend, right? Right. She deduced as she stood in front of her full-length mirror trying to get the best angle before settling on a pose. She was pretty and poised, sitting sidesaddle on the plush rug of her bedroom. Her phone covered her face as one of the shoulders of her robe threatened to fall down the arm holding her half-empty wine glass. Before she could chicken out, she sent it, not expecting him to check his phone until much later.
N: Thanks for the robe. Wish you were here (I had to do dishes and it sucked lol)
O: Do not send something like that again.
The text came almost as quickly as Nanami's soul left her body when she read it. She hadn't expected him to be too flirty in response, but flat-out rejection wasn't high on the list either. Stunned for a moment, hurt turned to a bit of anger.
N: Noted. Don't worry, you won't have to hear from me.
O: What does that mean?
N: Read 9:37 PM
And true to her word, however petty, she went about life for the next week, Overhaul-free. The first day went by without consequence, she received a gift and left it where it lay in her foyer, unopened until the boxes had to be maneuvered around. It was confusing to be both ignored and spoiled so thoroughly, but he found a way. The next two days, she received a blunt text asking if she'd received the gifts to which she'd reply "yes" or "no" and nothing else, though he would try to extend the conversation further. It wasn't particularly mature of her, but it proved hard to be blown off so frequently with no recourse. On Thursday she almost broke down until her movie night with Kurono, but a suspicion arose when she noticed how relaxed he seemed. When she asked how he looked so well-rested, he told her simply that the absorption of the Okamura had been successful. Many of the operations had been streamlined and the work to be done had decreased drastically. He's not even that busy. Just too busy for me. Nanami thought to herself, the realization showing on her face as Kurono tried to redirect the conversation. However, the damage had been done.
Friday came and went, along with 5 texts which she ignored. Before going to bed, her burner rang, she sleepily picked it up, "Hello?"
"Be home by 7:00 PM tomorrow."
"Well, if it isn't Flaky McFlakerton…"
"Just be there." He said with what she could have sworn sounded like a sliver of guilt.
"Um, alright." The line clicked as soon as she confirmed.
Saturday was spent in anticipation as a million and one ideas ran circles around her mind, though one terrible one stuck out. What if this is a "we need to talk" meeting? No, no… but maybe? The closer 7:00 pm came, the more deeply-rooted the idea became. Before the next wave of anxiety could take hold, the elevator bell rang. Jumping at the sound, she recomposed herself, straightening out her shirt before walking as confidently as she could to the door. As it opened, he stood towering over her as familiar smoke rolled out of the elevator. Of course he rigged this thing to be a decontamination silo, she thought rolling her eyes inwardly. Trying to contain how excited she secretly was to see him, her face remained blank as she motioned him to follow her into the kitchen.
Turning to him, she began, "So, what's this about?"
"We need to talk."
Upon hearing the fated words, her façade slipped and a look of genuine hurt flashed across her face. "Of course. So, how do you want to do this? We can get through this "brunch" thing, closeup the research and accept that both of us have too much on the other to say anything."
"Wait, what?"
"Look, if you're gonna break up with me, at least respect me as your partner until all this Dr.F mess is dealt with."
A look of sincere surprise came across his features as she spoke, seemingly speechless for what had to be the first time in his life.
"And don't give me that look. I didn't work out, and I'm not whatever you thought I was when you asked me out, apparently. I can handle that." She declared sternly, though she refused to meet his gaze and risk the look of hurt evident in her now-glassy, downcast eyes.
"Don't ever say that again."
"Why? Because it's true? If it's not working and we can't be together just say that."
"We can, will, and are together and nothing is going to change that." He intoned, annoyed that she thought for even a moment that she belonged anywhere else but by his side
"Then why does it feel like it has?"
"I've showered you with gifts and made sure you're protected, what more do I need to do to prove what I think of you?"
She paused, taking in the relief that it wasn't a break-up talk, while also trying to figure out what it could be instead. Her brows unfurrowed in epiphany, recollecting the unfinished business from the weeks before. "Talk to me about the night before I left."
"No." He deadpanned before the look she gave him prompted him to reconsider his answer. Usually a confronting presence, it was always strange seeing him avert his gaze, much less turn away from her as he was doing now. "What about it."
"Well, I've been thinking about it (for the past couple seconds after I realized you weren't trying to dump me) and I wanted to talk about something—rather, I wanted to tell you something." She began a bit bashfully, focusing on her fidgeting thumbs, "I get why you've been avoiding me and giving me all these gifts instead of seeing me, and I want you to know you're not alone."
"What are you on about?"
"I know touch isn't really your thing and that delving into that may be scary, so giving gifts is how you're showing affection to me and I'm so grateful for it and how thoughtful they've been." His shoulders relaxed a bit at her words, as she felt encouraged to continue," But I want to let you know that… that after you came in that night, I realized that sex may be something you're never going to be interested in, much less kissing, so you don't have to avoid me."
He choked a bit before turning to her, "I—"
"It's really alright. I never thought you'd really be into it anyway, and I thought I was wrong when you came in that night looking… as ready as you did, but it made me realize I don't wanna rush this or you. I know it's weird territory, but if it makes you feel any better, I've never…" His brows knitted trying to guess what she would say next, but was still unprepared, "I've never had sex with anyone either so you don't have to be ashamed or feel pressured. We can take it as slow as you want to."
"What do you mean 'either'?"
"Uh… You know, we're in the same boat. Just two virgins… in an awkward boat."
"… Who told you I was a virgin?"
"…." Short-circuiting, Nanami tried to collect herself as she was hopelessly confused at the question, "Um. To answer your question: logic. And you've kissed someone before?"
"Absolutely not. Exchanging saliva is one of the most unnecessary bacteria-filled activities imaginable."
"Wait, so you are a virgin?"
"No."
"But wait… if you haven't kissed anyone how is that even possib—" she began before noticing he was taking a little too much enjoyment out of seeing her flustered trying to ask. "That's gross."
"Are you, as I've heard Kurono mention, slut shaming me?"
"I am NOT! And Kurono? Nope. Don't wanna know." She sputtered, rubbing her fingers on her temples, "I—It's just unexpected is all. I mean, whatever floats your boat, it's just a lot. I mean, sex can be pretty germ-intensive, so I just assumed… "
"Condoms, decontamination silos and showers exist. Everyone has needs, Nanami." He spoke the last part a bit too pointedly as she wondered if he'd heard her getting off after he left that night.
Flustered at his tone and unwavering stare, she continued, "So…why were you avoiding me then?"
He paused, deep in thought as he considered carefully how to answer, "I've had… ideas recently that I haven't had before. I needed time to reconcile with my own thoughts and to deal with them."
"Oh. What's been so challenging about dealing with these ideas?" She proded.
The next sentence seemed like it took all of his strength to muster, "As I said, there is something I do not have experience in as it seems both disgusting and unnecessary, but I find myself wanting it. With you. That was the idea I've been having difficulty dealing with."
Her eyes widened a bit at the admission before recomposing herself, "Any progress?" she queried, biting her lip.
"No," her face fell a bit, accepting she'd been too optimistic, "but I've thought about it and realized the next step is to practice. Teach me."
Her heart began beating out of her chest at the proposal, veiled as it was, instinctively stepping closer to him, "If that's what you want…"
"I believe it is." Now close enough to feel his light breaths, she craned her neck up to see him both focused and anxious. Before she could move any closer, he spoke, "Don't move."
Clearing her throat, she watched his careful descent, a heat rooting itself in the pit of her chest and blossoming as she was sure she had heart palpitations from watching how carefully he made contact. His nose bumped into hers in a clumsy first attempt as a small smile came across her face encouraging him to continue despite the blunder, finding his eyes soft and vulnerable. Readjusting, his lips parted, gently capturing her own as his lashes tickled her cheek, his scent filling her lungs. The first was brief and testing, as he marveled at how soft her lips were, much more satisfied with feeling them now rather than daydreaming as he had for the past few weeks. So preoccupied with the jolts of electricity coursing through his veins, he slowly realized he hadn't broken out into hives. He pressed further, touches becoming more lingering and hungry as she tried her best to obey and stay relatively still.
Their height difference wasn't without its caveats as he felt his neck begin to strain, though he planned to continue his ministrations for much longer. In a swift motion, he hoisted her up around his hips, a smirk forming as she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. He placed her on the kitchen island, the thought of disconnecting as they moved never entering his mind. Nanami's senses were overwhelmed as she became happily drunk on him. Losing herself to the moment, she moved. Wandering hands travelled up to his scalp, carving through his hair and the other snaked upwards, grabbing ahold of his tie firmly, to bring him closer as her tongue ran across his lower lip greedily demanding he deepen the kiss. Though he was thoroughly enjoying seeing—no, feeling her become so needy for him, control was not something he was going to relinquish any time soon.
He'd kept his hands to himself for the most part to preserve some semblance of control, save for the one still hooked behind her knee from carrying her. Nanami was elated when she felt the other snake up her back, that is until his hand left. Conveniently for him, her hair was in its usual ponytail as he ran his fingers through before wrapping it around his fist and giving a firm tug to bring her back to reality. To both of their surprise, a shameless moan escaped her lips at the sudden pull, causing them to disconnect, her hair still firmly in his grasp. Staring wide-eyed at each other for a beat, she slapped a hand over her mouth in a vain attempt to conceal what they'd both already heard. Mortified at her own reaction, she opened her mouth to explain it away only to have her earlier wish granted as his tongue explored her mouth, teeth gnashing together in his excitement. As he pulled away for what would be the last time for the next half-hour, her flushed face warm and happy in his hand, "You're perfect."