502, Wednesday After Classes

[withoutverona]

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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[withoutverona]

"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.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

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.

[withoutverona]

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.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

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."

[withoutverona]

"I've said it within fifteen minutes," he returned, equally bemused, even though a voice in the back of his head was pointing out exactly how well that had ended. "Perhaps my culture is equally to blame."

"Though," he added, thoughtfully, "we cannot say it's all Japan and America. Some of it must just be ourselves."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Well, well already knew I have issues," Yurika replied cheerfully, reaching out to squeeze one of his hands. "I just like to think it makes me entertaining at parties."

[withoutverona]

"At least our issues balance each other out nicely," Romeo shrugged, squeezing her hand back and deciding to let the question drop. "Call it the best party trick."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Dropping it was good, dropping it meant Yurika didn't have to deal with thinking about that on top of all of everything else.

She took a deep breath and brushed her lips along his neck. "Suki yo," she whispered against his skin. "Just don't go spreading it around, nā? I've got a reputation to uphold."

[withoutverona]

He nuzzled into her, promising, "I'll keep your secret."

Then he confessed, "I'm just happy to see you can say it and neither of us will burst into flames."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I save that sort of thing for when I step on consecrated ground, or something else completely scandalous," Yurika purred, letting her hands wander down his sides. "Or would that make the priest ignite? I forget."

[withoutverona]

"No, that's for when we get up to this on holy ground," he told her, wriggling against her roaming hands. "I wonder if my tattoo would start to burn, too?"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Get up to what?" Yurika asked innocently, letting her hands continue to explore. "Is getting a tattoo considered a sin, or just the artwork you chose? I think the level of burning depends on the severity of the crime."

[withoutverona]

It was hard to think about this while her hands moved that way, but Romeo would do his best. "Neither would be a sin," he explained. "I meant, if the priest were to burn, my flesh should too."

"This," he added, hand moving up to tangle in her hair, "is not exactly a cheery topic, love."

He knew he was damned. It did not need to be discussed just then.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Then pick a new topic," she answered, leaning her head into his hand slightly. "You're the one letting me ramble about."

[withoutverona]

He petted her hair, lightly, as he thought. "New topic," he agreed. "At some point we ought to have something to eat that isn't beer."

Not that he was rushing to do as much.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I feel like I ought to turn that into a dirty joke," Yurika mused, purring happily as he played with her hair. "I just can't decide which one to use."

[withoutverona]

He laughed and kissed the top of her head. "You have a dirty mind," he accused, not sounding as if he minded in the least.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Hai," she agreed cheerfully, shifting so she could nuzzle at his neck again. "I do. It's all part of my evil plan. I blind you with my beauty and my dirty mind, and then I keep you in bed for the rest of the week. What do you think?"

[withoutverona]

"I think I would be your willing captive," Romeo assented, tipping backwards on the bed and trying to pull her along.

Maybe food was not so important.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika laughed and let herself be pulled, relieved to be back on more familiar ground. If they needed food later, she could always dart back to her room and grab them some instant noodles.

Now, however, food was not so important. Kissing him was important. Getting tangled together and touching him was important. Little happy wriggles were important.

...more beer might be important later, but food could totally wait.