503/502, Wednesday After Classes

[withoutverona]

Romeo hated words today.

Actually, Romeo hated a lot of things. Graduation. His utter feeling of impotence in light of Reno's choices. Having lost his Super Bowl bet. But the main thing he was hating, right then, was words. They seemed to just create traps for him, and he hated them with the intensity of a spurned lover.

So he was going to try to find Yurika after Heroing, and not use any words for a while. He tapped impatiently on her door.

[OOC: Likely going to get NWS.]

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Well now.

Yurika smirked slightly, giving the finger on her lips a small kiss. "Okay," she agreed readily. "Let me just grab my keys quick, ne?"

[withoutverona]

"I can wait that long," he nodded, and let go of her hand so she could find the keys. His eyes tracked her across the room.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika could feel his eyes on her as she moved, causing her to pick up her normal pace slightly. Phone off and left on her bed, quick ear-scratch for Alea, keys located, and she was back at the door, locking it behind her.

"Lead on?" she asked, leaning in to brush a kiss across his cheek.

[withoutverona]

He took her hand and drew her the few quick steps across the hall, shutting and locking the door behind them, before pinioning her to the door with a kiss.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

The keys were tossed aside, far enough off that they wouldn't step on them at an inconvenient time, and Yurika returned the kiss enthusiastically.

Kissing girls was always fun, but she preferred a Romeo.

[withoutverona]

He was just going to keep kissing her as long as she would let him, reaching his hands around her waist, and putting a little extra pressure in to show how much better than any girl he was. "Too much talking yesterday," he murmured near her ear. "I'm trying to show you how I feel without talking today."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

That got a giggle, and Yurika and nipped at his lip. "Then shut up and kiss me," she murmured, eyes dancing. "All talk and no play makes Romeo a dull boy."

[withoutverona]

Romeo obeyed orders, and also slid his hand under her shirt and down into the waistline of her slacks.

He was not going to be dull.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Not dull at all.

Yurika leaned into him, giving an encouraging little moan as they kissed. Her own hands wandering under his shirt to skim along his waist and lower back.

There had been too many words lately, and not enough kissing.

[withoutverona]

Too many words, not enough kissing, and certainly not enough of anything beyond kissing. His hand scrambled lower, playing at her fly just as her lips and tongue played against his mouth.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

A needy whimper escaped her lips, and Yurika's hands decided now would be a very nice time to help rid Romeo of his shirt.

She must have told him at least a dozen times yesterday that she loved him, and right now seemed like a very good time (and place) to show him she meant it.

[withoutverona]

Romeo gasped at the feel of the air against his skin, but his hand didn't stop its southern trip. He wanted her, always, but especially here and now. His fingers slid lower, brushing against the fabric of her panties and playing with the edge of the elastic.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika used the waistband of his pants to tug him closer, fingers sliding between skin and fabric as she kissed him harder. Right here and right now were sounding better by the second, if he kept teasing her like that.

[withoutverona]

Romeo groaned softly at the touch of her fingers, melting into her as those fingers brushed beneath the elastic, feeling softer skin and light hair, teasing caresses that grew more eager as he watched for her reaction.

His other hand went up to the door behind her; he was sure he'd fall over if he didn't have that to steady him.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Yurika tipped her head back against the door and moaned loudly, squirming against those very eager fingers. That was very nice, and she decided to reciprocate by tugging his fly open and slipping her hand into his pants for an extended 'hello'.

[withoutverona]

Romeo's body said hello back, and his whimper could leave no doubt as to how enthusiastic he was. His fingers glided over her skin as he stepped backwards to get his shoes off.

Her pants would have to be next. His pants. All the pants.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

No pants were a wonderful idea, judging by how she was shoving his out of the way.

"Here or bed?" she gasped, kissing her way along his neck. Yurika didn't really have a preference, so long as it was now rather than later.

[withoutverona]

"Here first," he said, biting her neck and easing her trousers down. "Then bed. Then ..."

He lost his train of thought; the important thing was that he kept touching her.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

He kept touching her, and Yurika was kicking her legs free of her pants even as she reached up to grab the back of his neck and try to pull him closer.

"Then, I think," she managed between whimpers, "you better hurry up and fuck me."

[withoutverona]

He nodded as he put his palms under his thighs to lift her into place straddling his hips, fingers relishing how smooth and soft that flesh was.

"Yes," he groaned. That was as much as he could manage, but he acted on her order. It was certainly better than talking about it.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika bit down on her lip to keep from crying out too loudly, grabbing at his shoulders to steady herself.

This was much better than talking about it, and she tried to show her appreciation by nuzzling his hair and making a few very happy sounds.

[withoutverona]

Romeo buried his face in the crook of her neck, surrounding himself in her scent and taste, nothing but her her her all around him. He tried to quicken his movements to draw out more happy sounds.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

She moaned loudly, grinding against him as best she could in her current position. He had to make fun sounds too; it wasn't fair if Yurika was the one having all the fun.

[withoutverona]

She got a high, keening noise out of Romeo, and a low murmur of her name, his breath hot against her skin. He kept rocking, grinding, barely noticing the roughness of the wooden door on his palms.

His teeth might have drawn blood as they ground into her shoulder to keep from calling out. He didn't notice.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

His teeth in her shoulder and the door grinding into her back; Yurika didn't bother to try and muffle her cries as she dug her fingers into his back and his hair. This was perfect, and she didn't care who heard her.

A mix of broken English and Japanese tumbled from her lips as she urged him on, bits of 'yes' and 'onegai' jumbled in with sounds that didn't have any real meaning beyond 'more'.