Little Dipper B1, Friday Afternoon

[withoutverona]

Romeo had skipped the trip to Normandy; he figured having gone there the weekend before was enough travel, really.

Besides, there were certain advantages to days when many fellow students were off the island -- advantages like being able to invite your beloved into your alcove without feeling like you were all but onstage.

Which was why he looked distinctly satisfied as he sat on his bed, fingering an odd little necklace he'd found under the cabin couch and waiting for the Dojima.

[OOC: Mostly for ze girl, but open before her.]

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

She lingered at the door for a moment, grinning wickedly as she checked to see if anyone was around before sticking her head in. There was always something deliciously naughty about going into another group's cabin, even if you were invited.

"Ohaiyo!" she called out, "Anyone home?"

[withoutverona]

"It's possible," Romeo returned, sticking his head out around the edge of the curtain that served as the alcove's door, "that it is only me. Unless you were here looking for someone else?"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"No, I was looking for you," she agreed, wandering over slip into his alcove. "I just didn't want to be caught sneaking in by one of your cabinmates, least someone think we were up to no good."

[withoutverona]

"Of course we wouldn't be up to no good," he said, slipping a hand around her waist to pull her deeper into the alcove. "You came to help knit socks for sad orphans, unless I am mistaken."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Far be it from Dōjima to resist, and she let him draw her along as she nuzzled lightly at his neck. "Hai! I am not so good at knitting, but I like making sad people happy."

[withoutverona]

"It's too bad I am not so sad, then," Romeo, who could no more knit than fly, breathed lightly. "As you are usually excellent at making me happier."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I'll settle for happier," she answered, giggling quietly as she shifted to press a kiss against his cheek. "I aim to please, you know."

[withoutverona]

He turned to kiss her more fully.

"You succeed admirably," he told her. "At least where I am involved. The orphans, I cannot speak for."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Dōjima very much did not care about pretend orphans or their socks right now, not with a Romeo kissing her.

She smiled against his lips and slid her arms around his waist. "Oh really? You've got a funny way of showing your appreciation, you know. Inviting a lady into your house, then not even offering her a seat. How very rude."

[withoutverona]

Romeo had no idea why he kept going on about orphans and furniture sometimes, save that it gave him something to say other than the thing he was not going to say again.

He pulled away for a breath. "I have no chair," he pointed out. 'There is a bed, though, if that would do."

Which he sat on, demonstrating that it could be used for such a purpose.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

It looked like a nice, serviceable bed, so Dōjima decided join him. "Indeed it will," she teased, kicking off her shoes before she enthusiastically tackled him backwards onto the bed. Sitting quietly was for good, proper girls, and Dōjima was neither.

She looked down at him and stuck her tongue out slightly. "Hey, look at that. Comfy."

[withoutverona]

"Comfy," Romeo agreed, adjusting so readily to being tackled that one might suspect he had hoped she would do exactly that.

Which he rather had.

He reached up a hand to brush her hair back.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Dōjima purred happily and closed her eyes as she turned her head slightly to nuzzle against his hand. Since he didn't seem to object to her tackling, she was rather sure he wouldn't object to her wriggling slightly either as she made herself comfortable.

She liked it when he played with her hair.

[withoutverona]

Not only did he not object, there was some wiggling in return as he settled into the bed. He let his fingers trace the line of her lips before returning to her hair.

"This is nice." Sometimes he stated the obvious.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Dōjima gave him a Look; half bemused, half annoyed. "Haaaaaaaaaai," she drawled, leaning forward to kiss him. "Very nice."

Yes, he had quite the talent for the obvious sometimes, but he was nice and cuddly, and that made up for a lot. Especially times like now, when he had his fingers in her hair. That was very nice indeed.

[withoutverona]

Romeo was rather getting the impression it would be a good time to shut up and focus on the kissing part.

Which he did, making sure to keep his hands scrunching lightly through her hair, as he loved the way it felt.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

She whimpered encouragingly against his mouth, hands moving to bury themselves in his hair as she kissed him hungrily, nipping at his bottom lip. Shutting up was good. She advocated shutting up, since it was easier to kiss him when he wasn't talking.

[withoutverona]

Romeo let out a soft little whimper, more breath than sound, and shifted down slightly so he could bit her neck gently. One hand moved slowly downward, following the lines of her curves beneath cloth.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

That small moan would be the sound of Yurika's brain short-circuiting. She couldn't help squirming slightly as she titled her head back to give him more neck to play with, eyes fluttering closed as his hand moved along her body.

Hands. She freed one hand to run slowly along his shoulder and down his chest to settle at his hip. Nice. She always liked petting him.

[withoutverona]

Romeo's brain had evaporated like so much dew, and it was purely by instinct that he kept nibbling along the curve of her neck.

His hand found skin, as hers did, and everything somehow felt too warm in a very right way.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

His hand brushed against her bare skin and she gasped, breath catching in her throat for a moment before she whimpered again, her own hand beginning to trace a light pattern along the patch of skin she had discovered.

If it kept inching slightly under his clothing, well, she didn't notice.

[withoutverona]

He did notice, and was shifting slightly to give her better access to the sensitive skin beneath his shirt.

He had forgotten the possibility anyone else could be in the cabin; the whole world was her as he went for another kiss.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

There were other people in the cabin? If so, Dōjima did not care. If there were, they hadn't seen fit to announce themselves when she came in. So as far as she was concerned, they could go elsewhere if they were bothered by her presence.

Not that any of that was a coherent thought, since she was rather busy kissing him back, the hand not occupied under his shirt started slowly sliding down to toy with the top button of his pants.

[withoutverona]

Ned could be quiet, though. Not that he was exactly on Romeo's mind at that particular second.

Instead, he moaned a little and was about to help her undo his fly when he heard a loud noise and suddenly froze. "Attend," he said, pulling away enough to speak more clearly. "There's some commotion, dost thou hear it?"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Dōjima's hand had frozen at the sound, and she wrinkled her nose in frustration. "Hai," she said quietly, not yet removing her hands from their very tempting work. "Anyone in here got a pet, or was that someone coming home?"

[withoutverona]

"Ned has a dog," Romeo said, after a moment's thought. "The sound may only be him. Could be anything."

He groaned, a very different sort of groan than the one he had made a moment before. "Perhaps this should wait until we have a door that locks again."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

The words Dōjima was muttering under her breath in Japanese were definitely not enthusiastic agreement, but she withdrew her hands anyway and rolled off him to lay on the bed and glare at the ceiling.

"I hate the cabins. Stupid lack-of-walls."

[withoutverona]

Romeo was not actually happy with this turn of events either, and he frowned as he began readjusting his clothing and sitting up. "At least we're out of them the day after tomorrow," he said.

Then, thinking to distract her, he remembered the bauble in his pocket and pulled it out to show her. "And look, the cabin gave me this -- it was under the couch. I rather like it." It was a leather cord with a gold-colored figurine threaded on it; the figurine seemed to be some kind of small rodent, with a long nose.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika rolled over on her stomach to look, and she reached out to poke at the shiny figurine. "Yeah? That's definitely different-looking, you sure one of your roommates here didn't drop it?"

[withoutverona]

"I just had a conversation with Adah about this," Romeo replied, knotting the necklace around his neck as he spoke. "I do think finders, keepers applies - "

And then he didn't say anything, because he was a small, brownish, rodent, blinking up at Yurika from a pile of Romeo's clothes.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika sat up.

And stared.

It took a few minutes to find her voice before she could hesitantly ask the question that she was desperately afraid she knew the answer to.

"Romeo?"

[withoutverona]

The shrew, for that is what he was, chittered and made a dash at Dojima's leg, intending to follow it down and onto the floor to freedom.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

It was a clash of instincts; scream at charging rodent, or try and catch her (presumably) enchanted boyfriend before he got outside and got lost.

Or some animal ate him. Oh god.

"No! Romeo!" she said, trying to scoop him up. "See? This is why we don't wear tacky things! Tink-senesi is going to be so mad at you!"

Yes, because that was clearly the important thing here.

[withoutverona]

The grab for him worked, and the shrew was soon making little mad-shrew noises from the safety of Yurika's palm.

He lunged to bite at her thumb.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"No bite-y!" she scolded, trying to cup her hands around him to keep him from fleeing. "You so so so owe me for this," she said, wincing at his shrewish attacks. "Chocolate. Nice chocolate. And wine, and possibly a private beach. You hear me?"

[withoutverona]

The shrew squirmed but, almost sullenly, let himself be carried. He had no idea what the big lady was talking about.