A/N: It's gettin' hot in here. But keep your clothes on!
Audience: "You suck."
Anyways, today's prompt is "making out". Yay, fun. I've been kind of excited and kind of fearful of writing this one, but I think I did kind of okay with it. Don't you?
Audience: "You suck."
Wow, two today! Anyway, please enjoy the story! Or don't if you don't. But I won't like it. Grrrrrr. (jkily)
Once again, Labrys found herself in front of the TV in Makoto's apartment, whittling away at the health of her current opponent in the fighting game. She was slowly getting better at the game, with her own work ethic and all the training sessions with Makoto. She'd gotten good enough that, occasionally, when he was playing a character he knew nothing about, she would beat him. Whether or not he let her win, she would never know. The round ended with her finally emerging the victor against the computer opponent as she let out a sigh of relief, returning to the main menu to check out some challenge modes. Before making her selection, she turned to look at her boyfriend, frowning at his expression.
Lately, he'd been doing a lot of paperwork. Unreasonably high amounts of paperwork, he would say. For the past couple of weeks, when Labrys would come over, they wouldn't even have any time to do anything. By the time he finished, he was too exhausted to actually get anything fun done. Today was another one of those days, as he chewed on his lower lip, typing intensely. Labrys's frown grew more intense at his increasing work load. I wonder why he's got so much work. . . You'd think Mitsuru'd cut 'em some slack from time to time.
Work wasn't usually as backed up as it was that day. There was just a particular incident that Mitsuru needed some help filing work for. Even as he refreshed his inbox between signing papers or filing requests, more jobs filled his inbox, just waiting to be dealt with. As he knocked one out, another two came to take its place. It was an endless cycle of work. Makoto normally had no trouble with extra work on other nights, but after three days in a row, he was getting tired. No time for fun or anything, just work. It was torture. I'm almost done. . . Almost.
Knowing it would probably be better to leave him be than try to console him, Labrys turned back towards the console, deciding to play another round. She couldn't focus on the task at hand, though, as her thoughts drifted towards the man in the chair behind her. Once again, she turned to look at him and grew yet more distressed at his worried and tired expression. Even though she wanted to leave him alone. . . Maybe he just needs somethin' to cheer him up. She paused the game and stood up, walking over towards him. I've pulled him outta' a funk like this before, after all. She briefly contemplated on all the times in the past she'd managed to get him to step away from work. Even if it usually caused trouble in the long run.
He didn't notice her approach, but as soon as he felt the pair of arms wrap around his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder, he knew what she was going to say. "Y'know, it's okay to take a break every now and then." She kissed his cheek. "Mitsuru's not gonna' get mad if you take a break. You deserve it."
He let out a sigh of both comfort and frustration. He reached up and took one of Labrys's hands, holding it in his as he clicked around the screen. "I've only got a bit more work to do tonight. Then we can do something."
"Promise?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
He remained silent. "Just a bit more. I'll get it done. Thanks for checking up on me."
"No problem." Though, what Labrys saw on the screen showed the truth of the matter. He wasn't even done with half of the work he had ousted on him for tonight. He's gonna' be up for forever. "But. . . At least let me help. C'mon, Makoto, you're doin' it again."
"Doing what?"
"Runnin' yourself into the ground." She walked over to his bed and sat down, patting the surface next to her. "If you don't slow down for a bit you're gonna' burn out. We've talked about this before."
"If I don't finish this paperwork, the only thing that's going to burn out is my bank account." His eyes were still glued to the screen as Labrys's concern grew even further. "Labrys, I really appreciate your help, but I've just got to finish tonight. It's important."
"C'mon, Mitsuru's a reasonable woman. Can't ya' ask her for a favor or somethin'? I'm sure she'd let up on you." She shot him a comforting smile, but he was still looking at the screen as a sigh of tiredness escaped his lips. "Maybe a day off or somethin'?"
"I dunno'. . . Mitsuru has pretty high standards when it comes to-"
"Shh." She interrupted him, holding a finger out towards him to silence his stubborn protests as she normally did. She's gotten good at that . . He chuckled silently to himself. I guess that's my fault. "You're gonna' take a break. You need one, and I want to spend some time together."
Makoto sighed yet again. He spun in his chair to face Labrys, uncrossing his legs as he went to stand. He sat down next to her, slightly disappointed that he'd have to work longer into the night now. But still, he'd be lying if he said that having his girlfriend in his apartment and not being able to do anything with her wasn't torturous. Maybe a break is in order. . . I'll give myself 10 minutes.
Labrys smiled, taking a hold of his hand. "See, was that so hard?"
"Guess not," he said, reciprocating her gentle smile. It was the kind of comfort he needed on days like this. It managed to pull him out of the same-old same-old and rejuvenate his spirit, if only for a brief amount of time.
"You've been workin' really hard lately, Makoto. Don't you ever get any vacation time?" She bounced up and down on his bed in the idle fashion she'd grown used to, enjoying the cushion-like bouncy feeling it caused.
"It's normally not this backed up. . . Mitsuru's having some difficulty filling some requests from the higher ups right now. Naturally, that extra work falls to me. . ."
"Can't Akihiko-san or Fuuka-san help ya' out with it? I'm sure they'd lend ya' a hand." She squeezed his own hand reassuringly, as a means of comforting him. He responded positively, squeezing back.
"They're pretty busy too." He yawned, before covering his mouth with his other hand. I can't get tired. Still have work to do. . .
"Hmm. . . Wanna' play a game?" she asked, pointing to the TV. "Maybe it'll get your mind off work."
He looked at the TV and the controller in the chair, before slowly shaking his head. "Sorry Labrys, but I'm too tired for games. . . Maybe I should just get back to work."
Labrys frowned as he stood and started walking towards his computer. She tugged him back, not letting go of his hand. "Hey. . . Let me help out if you need it, alright?"
He nodded, before letting go of her hand and sitting down in the chair at his desk yet again. The clicking and typing sounds began almost immediately after he sat down, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard and mouse. His eyes looked kind of dull and tired.
Labrys went back to playing the game on the TV, but her results were relatively poor. For the time being, all she could think about was Makoto, and not in the positive way she was used to. She was worried. Even if she knew he was perfectly reasonable and probably very capable of keeping up with this work, she still couldn't shake the fear that he would burn out if he kept working this hard. And, she partially just wanted to spend time with him. Even if it was selfish, she just wanted Makoto to herself for a bit. . .
She continued playing, but it was more muscle memory than actual conscious effort. Her thoughts danced around at potential ways to cheer up her boyfriend. Maybe I can take him out tomorrow to get his mind off things? Or get him a nice present. . . Or talk to Mitsuru about getting some of his work load lifted? She groaned internally, frustration growing.
"Labrys." The voice shook her out of her dazed state as she spun around, raising an eyebrow quizzically in Makoto's direction.
"What's up?" she asked, a slight hint of hope in her tone. Did he finish?
"It's getting kind of late. You can go to bed if you want."
She looked at the time. True to his words, it was really late. Three o'clock in the morning, almost. He had started working around eight. "Alright. . . But on one condition."
"And what's that?" he asked, already assuming the answer.
"You've gotta' come with me."
He was right. "Labrys, I've still got a lot more work to do."
"Well, you'll just have to get it done tomorrow. I'll talk to Mitsuru about it, promise." She crossed her arms triumphantly, heading over to the bed, not awaiting an answer.
He sighed, knowing better than to argue with her. He tabbed out of all his documents and hopped up from his chair, making his way towards the bed. Without bothering to change, he crawled in, wrapping himself in the blanket as Labrys snuggled in next to him, wrapping her arms around his back. He reciprocated the gesture. Despite his earlier protests, he was actually pretty happy that Labrys had forced him to get away from work. He wanted to spend time with her. All this extra work meant he'd been neglecting her a bit lately, and she was far more important to him than any job or request from the "higher ups". Even if his responsible side was screaming at him to go back to the computer, his loving boyfriend side told him this was the better thing to do. He liked the latter side more.
"You know I'm not tryin' to do anythin' wrong, right?" she asked, her concern evident. "I'm just worried. . . You've been workin' so hard lately, it just gets to me. . ."
He smiled for the first time in a while, running a hand through her hair. "It's okay. I appreciate it." He kissed her forehead, smiling as warmly as he was capable of mustering. "I really do."
"Good. . ." She snuggled up against his chest. "I just don't want you to have to work so hard for no reason, y'know?" She looked up at his face, eyes pleading. "We never get to spend any time together. . . I just sorta' miss you, y'know?" He felt a twang of guilt at those pleading eyes, knowing that whatever was in them was his fault.
He kissed her with a passion he didn't think he was that capable of mustering. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere." He pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. "I'm yours, forever."
Several seconds passed in the darkness.
"H-Hey. Makoto?" she asked, voice shaking with nervousness.
He opened his eyes.
Strangely, he wasn't greeted by a question, but Labrys kissing him. It wasn't a totally unfamiliar feeling, but it was a different kind of kiss than the ones he was used to at this point. It was . . . desperate. Raw, was another word he'd use to describe it. Passionate. It was completely out of left field, for several reasons. In fact, Makoto was pretty sure that was the first time Labrys had ever initiated the kiss and not been on the receiving end. She pulled back slightly, as if seeking approval for her actions. It wasn't even fair at that point. The nervous, yet lustful look in her eyes combined with the light blush dusting her cheeks was too much for any man to bare.
Makoto pulled her closer, this time joining her in the passionate, desperate movements. His heart raced as he ran his hands along her back, kissing her as if this would be his last chance. It felt as if some external force was hanging over them, compelling the pair to exchange these passionate kisses. He felt her hands running along his neck, the slight cold feeling of her metal digits sending shivers he could only describe as amazing down his back. He surrendered to his primal desires and let his hands caress her, kissing her in a way he'd never even imagined before. He felt his tongue flit inside and out of her mouth, barely able to control his own actions. He didn't need to, though; anything he did was welcomed with open arms by Labrys.
Labrys felt his hands running along her sides and her arms, the sensation completely foreign to her. No person had ever touched this much of her, but she surrendered herself to him entirely. She let herself fall completely into the action, no longer caring about being parts or metal. She could feel his skin on her, his mouth on hers. And she wanted to savor that. She ran a hand through his hair desperately, as Makoto rolled on top of her, kissing as passionately as she possibly could. Their tongues danced within each others' mouths, in a way that Labrys could only describe as instinctive. Every millisecond of pleasure felt like an eternity as he coated her entire body with his hands, covering almost every crevasse with his affection. There was no part of her that wasn't being showered in love.
They broke apart for a few seconds, Makoto panting heavily. Labrys didn't have to, but she was letting out short, ragged breaths. "Makoto," she said, not really sure how to finish the sentence. Her feelings at the particular moment were overwhelming. "I love you," she said, pulling him closer for yet another kiss.
This time, it was her turn. She rolled on top of him, being sure not to put too much pressure on him. She wanted him to savor this as much as she did, so now, she was going to shower him in affection. She ran her hands down his legs, up his chest, through his hair, down his face. . . Not a single place survived her onslaught. And it felt amazing for both of them.
They slowly, mutually separated, slowly opening their eyes to stare at their significant other in the universe. "Labrys. . . I love you too."
She felt her eyes welling up with tears of joy. Joy at being lucky enough to have met and fallen in love with someone as perfect as the man in front of her. She collapsed onto him, hugging him with all the force she could muster. He hugged her back, and for a brief several moments the couple sat there, simply enjoying the embrace. Reluctantly, she rolled off of him, facing towards him. He was still breathing raggedly, as if they'd never stopped.
". . . That was fun," was the only thing Labrys could think of to say, giggling madly like a young schoolgirl.
"Yeah," he said, taking her hand in his. "Who needs work?" He laughed alongside her as he tried to catch his breath.
"See? Breaks are always good things." She took both of his hands in hers.
"Labrys, I love you," he said yet again, overcome with the urge. "I love you more than anything." He continued, as if he couldn't say it enough. "I'm so sorry. . ."
"What for?"
"I've just been horrible lately. . . We haven't gotten to do anything-"
"Shhh," she said, with her trademark finger over his lips. "You're amazing. If anything, I'm the lucky one. . ." She pulled him closer for just one more passionate kiss.
He didn't quite know what to say. "I must be the luckiest guy in the whole world."
". . . Prooobably." She giggled at him, using his shoulder as a pillow. "I love you."
"Love you too."
And with that, she closed her eyes, completely comfortable with everything in the world as long as this man was next to her.
Pipipipi.
Makoto pulled his phone out of his pocket, silenced it, and threw it across the room.
He didn't know who it was, but whoever it was wouldn't be receiving a reply for a short while.
"That was a little harsh, Makoto," Labrys said, laughing.
"I don't want anything to interrupt this."
A/N: Woooooo. Making out. so much fun. so much. just. so fun.
Audience: "You suck."
This was fun to write! I enjoyed it. I hope you enjoyed reading it, did you? I bet you diiiid. Anyway, tomorrow's prompt is eating ice cream. Should be another fun one.
Writing about making out was a little hard though. Let me know if you have any advice to make it better! I didn't want to go TOO indepth at risk of sounding like a creepy pervert weirdo, but I didn't want to just be bland and go "dey kizz kizzd." So yeah, advice anyone?
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