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502, Wednesday After Classes

Predictably enough, the gore in Titus Andronicus had left Romeo almost completely unable to sleep the night before.

However, he was young and he was resilient, and so he spent much of his free day making up for that deficiency. And if eventually he had company, and that company offered more pleasant diversions than mere sleep, what of it?

He snuggled closer to the girl, sleepily smiling and on the verge of drifting off again.

[OOC: Yurika modded with permission. Door closed.]

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Sometime (much) later, Yurika shifted and sighed, still more than half-asleep as she tried to squirm closer to him. She'd somehow managed to loose her section of the blanket, and was now zeroing in on the closest available heat source.

That it happened to be Romeo was simply happy coincidence, and she settled in with a happy sigh to use his shoulder as a pillow.

She had lost it because Romeo was a consummate blanket hog, but he was willing to share. With sleepy care, he rearranged his piece to cover them both.

She'd said something, before they fell asleep. Something that was making him happy. It was ... oh.

"I still love thee," he told her, in a whisper. Just in case she thought that had changed as they slept.

"Nani?" Yurika replied, relaxing against him. "Aa shindo..." With a lazy giggle, she pressed a kiss against his collarbone. "Ano, I didn't catch that, aijin, nā?"

Her ability to maintain a single language obviously deteriorated even further when mostly-unconscious.

"I love you," he repeated, stubborn even as he squirmed pleasurably under the kiss. "And, koibito, I'm not awake enough for Japanese."

He was, at the moment, not entirely aware he had just used Japanese to remind her he didn't speak Japanese well.

The first thing that caught the nascent spark of her awareness was that he was squirming. Quite nicely, too. Humming slightly, she set about scattering more kisses along his neck hoping to inspire similar reactions.

Then the rest of it penetrated her brain, and she paused, resting her forehead against him. "Maybe I'm not awake enough for English," she said, stalling slightly. "Did you think of that?"

He closed his eyes again, awake enough to be aware he was on dangerous ground.

He decided not to care, not as long as she kept kissing him.

"Ah, but I can't remember how to pronounce the one you said," Romeo said, running a hand down her back. "Suki dayo, is that close?"

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Yurika suddenly got the sinking suspicion that perhaps her internal thoughts earlier maybe hadn't stayed internal as she drifted off to sleep.

Fine. If he wanted to play this game, she wasn't going to make it easy on him.

"'Aa shindo' sounds nothing like that," she murmured, picking up her trail of kisses. "Aho."

"Not that," he said, withdrawing slightly. It hurt to pull himself away from her kisses, but he could either think or be kissed, and thinking was the more important. "Before we were asleep. You said something I didn't understand and then you said the I love you that isn't suki, the aish one."

He looked down at her, hurt. "You need not call me stupid, you know."

"Silly! It means silly!" she flailed, jerking upright with surprise. "Aho is silly! I promise! I was just teasing you!"

Now that she was waking up, however, the memories from earlier were trickling back slowly. "Shiawase yo?" she breathed, half question and half exclamation, before falling back on the pillow with a groan. "Oh hell."

This was ... completely bewildering, actually, and Romeo was coming much closer to earth. He sat up and started rummaging for his shorts and a shirt.

"Should I assume it was a slip of the tongue?" he asked, stiffly. "You know I mean it, and I will keep meaning it, no matter if you deny all and never say it again."

"It wasn't a slip."

Yurika reached out to grab his wrist. "I just...I didn't realize I said it aloud, okay?"

It took Romeo a moment, but then the smile spread broadly on his face. "You did," he half-laughed. "Softly, and in Japanese, but you did."

He wanted to kiss her, but held back for the moment. "I'll keep it a secret."

Yurika flushed bright red and ducked her head, trying to hide behind her hair. "Yeah, well, don't expect to hear it every day," she grumbled, biting her lip. "It's not something that's said very often, especially not aishiteru. It's a cultural-thing."

"Darling, you told me a long time ago you wouldn't even say it about your family," he reminded her. Though, now that he'd met her father, that made more sense. "You wouldn't be you if you were spouting poetry twice a day."

He squeezed her hand. "Just ... I'm very happy to hear it, even once. All right?"

"If I used that word with my father, it would imply worlds of wrong," she joked, peeking out at him warily. "Don't worry, I'm not going to try and start writing poems or songs or anything, I'm still me. If I start acting like that, check me for one of those gremlin bites."

"But I'll still read those dirty poems to you, though. That was fun."

"I'll make you lie down in a dark room until you feel better," he answered, settling cozily against her.

The mention of poetry made him give her a curious look. "You don't know I write -- or, I suppose, used to write -- do you?"

"I thought we already established that you're the romantic one in this relationship," Yurika joked, relaxing slightly at the contact. "So the poetry-composing suits you better than me. I knew you were writing something, I've seen you at it, but I didn't want to pry."

"In faith, there's not much worth prying about," Romeo told her, relaxing further against her. "A lot of words, mostly. I'll have some worth reading for our anniversary, if I can."

He smiled. "I don't mind being your romantic."

"You don't have to!" she laughed, shaking her head as the blush threatened to reemerge. "You're already my bold, romantic Romeo. If we add poet to your job title, I'm going to feel very outclassed."

"But you're my Yurika with the most beautiful eyes, and you keep me from falling apart," he said quietly, cheeks also pinkening. "I'm only trying to keep you."

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"Flattery is going to get you everywhere, you know," Yurika murmured, moving so she could kiss him. "You don't have to try very hard."

"And with such results, how can I resist such true flattery?" he asked, then deepened the kiss.

He had a question, but it could wait until they needed to breathe.

Really, Yurika should have just kissed him earlier. It would have saved her a lot of flailing and blushing and dealing with confessions that she had barely processed in the privacy of her own mind.

This called for more kisses, until both of them had to break for air. "I'm sure you'll get very good results," she giggled breathlessly. "You're very good with words, with your quick wit and clever tongue."

Completely dirty.

Which he could have kissed her again for saying, except laughing also required oxygen.

It was a dilemma.

Finally, when he was somewhat recovered, he composed himself. "Is it still going to bother you when I tell you I love you?" He wavered; bother was too strong a word, yet his clever tongue could not come up with one better.

Yurika sighed and leaned her head against his. "You Americans and your 'I love yous'," she said, bemused. "At home, most married couples go their entire lives without ever saying it."

"It doesn't bother me, aijin, it just feels, ano, strange? To hear it?" Yurika answered, shrugging. "Just...don't be hurt if I don't say it back? It's not that I don't, it's just not a word I'm always comfortable with. Blame my very repressed and patriarchal society."

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