Room 502, Sunday Morning

[withoutverona]

Romeo had plead a headache to stay home from Cal's party the night before, and Yurika had been too excited to do more than a little concerned clucking before heading off for ice cream. But in truth, he had been busy with some private preparations for the morning. It was, after all, a rather important day.

Once he woke up, he slid out of bed taking care not to dislodge Yurika from where she lay, still asleep. He kept things simple; an enormous fan of blood-red roses in the bed beside her, fresh orange juice and champagne for mimosas, chocolate croissants from J,GOB's, and coffee bubbling away. Finally, Romeo put a folder of some papers on the bed beside her.

And then there was nothing to do but watch her sleep and hope she woke up before impatience killed him.

[OOC: For one. Dojima modded with permission.]

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

It would be fairly easy for him to reach skin; Yurika was only wearing one of his shirts (they made the best pajamas), and she was already dealing with his pants as she rolled them so that she was on top.

Someone was getting a thank-you quickie this morning.

[withoutverona]

Someone else was going to make sure they both enjoyed that quickie, then. There were hands and skin and mouths, and Romeo let himself get lost in that bliss.

Some time later, he rolled off to the side and just grinned at her lazily, legs till tangled. "I think we can call this an excellent morning. I love you."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Haaaaaaaaaai." Yurika didn't feel the need to elaborate on what she was agreeing with. She was happily blissed-out, and just wanted to cuddle.

She made a gleeful little sound of contentment and nuzzled at his neck. "Maybe I skip the convention, today, and just stay in bed."

[withoutverona]

"Well, I'm certainly not about to shove you out the door," Romeo agreed, trying to cuddle in to convince her to stay. "The convention will just be full of dull people talking about dull things."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika swatted at his shoulder lightly. "It wouldn't be dull," she argued. "Reno's strange bosses from the freelance police will be there, and there's some other interesting-sounding panels too."

Although staying under the blankets with a nice, warm boyfriend was sounding better by the moment.

[withoutverona]

"Aren't they the ones who are always shooting at people when they're mentioned in the radio?" Romeo queried. "And you'd have to go out in the cold to get there. Stay with me a little longer, at least?"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I'll stay until at least lunch," she promised, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "If you run out of food, however, we might be forced out of bed just for survival's sake."

A girl could not live on coffee alone, although she was looking at the champagne longingly.

[withoutverona]

"We have more croissants!" Romeo pointed out. "And champagne. And juice. It should sustain us until noon at the least."

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"I know what you're up to!" Yurika accused, poking him in the ribs. "You're going to get me tipsy, and take advantage of me!"

Not that he really needed to 'take advantage'.

[withoutverona]

Romeo's smile went a little shy. "No, but I might be hoping to persuade you on a point..."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"You can usually persuade me with your 'point,'" she teased lewdly, but there was a momentary flicker of wariness in her eyes. "Spill, koibito."

[withoutverona]

Romeo yanked his boxers back on under the covers be. This was not a conversation to have naked, as much as his grin showed his appreciation of her innuendo.

"I've been doing some research," he began, almost timid as he retrieved the folder.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Papers. Yurika leaned back on the pillows, pulling the sheet up around her chest out of reflex.

"What type of research?" she asked, eyes flickering over the folder. "Don't tell me you're trying out a new lingerie supplier at the store?"

Wishful thinking.

[withoutverona]

"Things I could do into your Tokyo," he said, voice barely a breath as he sorted out things in the folder. "These are places that hire high school graduates to teach English. These are places I could volunteer, mostly through the church. And these are schools I think I could get into."

And he stopped there to watch her for any reaction.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

There was silence for a long moment as Yurika reminded herself to count to ten before yelling.

"We discussed this." It came out flat, and probably slightly harsh, but it wasn't shouting.

[withoutverona]

"No, we discussed if I could follow you," he pointed out, with a stubborn tilt to his chin. "We said nothing about if I might find something I really wanted to do that just happened to be in Tokyo."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"And did you look for similar opportunities in other countries, too?" she asked sweetly, turning away to hunt around for the t-shirt that had gotten abandoned sometime during their earlier fun.

She was not going to lay here naked and break his heart again. She just wasn't.

"What would you go to school for, anyway? What's wrong with schools in the States? Or England? Or even France, for that matter?"

[withoutverona]

Romeo folded his arms. "You won't be in other countries. You'll be in Japan. At least pretend that you know that matters to me."

He hated how cold she was.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Of course she was cold. She was a Dojima. Father Juliano never would have chosen her as an operative if she was some soft-hearted child.

"Then how is this any different from following me?" she asked, yanking the clothing on over her head. "Because I'm not seeing it."

[withoutverona]

"I thought you might see a difference if I had a job or school there, or something beyond hanging around knitting socks and waiting for you to come home," Romeo said sharply. "The Dojimas don't own all of Tokyo, you know. I can go on my own if I want."

He knew he sounded like a spoiled child.

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"Go to school?" Yurika glanced at him over her shoulder skeptically. "For what?"

His Japanese was better, but Yurika doubted he'd survive at University level if the classes weren't in English.

[withoutverona]

Romeo hadn't thought that far, but that had never stopped a Montague from improvising. "There's an American university there," he answered. "I might study business. My father would likely pay, if I did."

And if he managed not to flunk all of his courses.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I thought you weren't interested in the family business," she replied, folding her arms over her chest as she regarded him. "And he wouldn't have a problem with sending the prodigal Montague overseas, especially once he realizes that you're following a girl?"

The again lingered between them, unspoken, but it was probably obvious.

[withoutverona]

"So I'll get a job instead of going to school and it won't have the first thing to do with my father," Romeo answered in an impatient change of direction, his slight glare indicating that he knew damned well what she was trying to say. "Lands, you act as if no one ever moved to Tokyo!"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I don't want you moving to Tokyo, because I don't want you resenting me when it doesn't turn out the way you want it to," she snapped through gritted teeth. "I'm not going to play house with you, aijin."