It&#39;s a love story

"You think I touched it?" Romeo shuddered. "The bags looked like llama, and smelled bad enough that I didn't dare go near. You're right that that's what servants are for."

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"Ick. I was seriously tempted to shower after class, like the smell was clinging to me," she replied, wrinkling her nose. "Think how much worse it would be if I had actually touched it! I'd never feel clean again."

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"We'd have to take you to the onsen for a thorough degriming," Romeo suggested seriously. "Though if it's a shower you want, I do have a bathroom here."

He was only leering a little bit.

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"The onsen sounds heavenly," Yurika answered longingly, stretching her arms over her head. "But it's all the way in town, and I'm lazy."

It was very nice leering. Yurika approved. "You wouldn't mind if I used your shower? Really?" she asked, giving him big puppy eyes. "It would be nice to not have to use the one in the girl's restroom..."

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"I never mind," Romeo told her, leaning in to offer a kiss. "Go and shower, and I'll wait here for thee."

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"Are you sure you don't want to join me?" Yurika offered, leaning closer to steal another kiss. "You must be chilled, from playing with the whale."

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He kissed her back again, more deeply. "I rinsed off when I got home, but I believe you've persuaded me to bathe again."

The thought of naked, wet Yurika was reminding him he didn't share Edward's problem.

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Yurika grinned wickedly. "If you've already showered, maybe I should help you work up a sweat, first," she practically purred. "I'd hate to have you get all wet for no reason."

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He reached his hands around to the small of her back, drawing her closer. "You won't mind getting a little dirty before you clean yourself fully?"

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"It saves me the trouble of washing my hair twice," Yurika teased, squirming closer to kiss him again. "Since I'll probably just end up dirty again by the end of the day. I can be a horribly dirty girl, you know. I get into messes all the time."

Totally Dirty.

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"And to think how often they're my fault, as I can be a dirty one as well," Romeo laughed, pulling her down on the bed beside him. "I must kiss you more to apologize for having such a flaw, my love."

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"I'll accept your apology and your kisses," she laughed, letting herself be pulled down gleefully.

Then it was time for kissing, and Yurika wasn't interested in any more (verbal) apologies.

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It was time for kissing, and if Yurika's clothes still had any stink of llama on them, they were quickly in the process of being tossed aside.

Romeo, it seemed, was very interested in making a proper apology, and in demonstrating he didn't suffer Edward's problem.

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Yurika didn't know anything about Edward or his problem, the lucky girl, but if anyone ever implied that about her Romeo, she'd laugh herself sick.

His clothes were also finding themselves discarded quite rapidly, flung towards the far corners of the room, and Yurika was definately enjoying his proper apology if he judged by the pleased sounds she was making.

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One of the disadvantages of haphazard clothes-flinging is that when your cell phone rang, as Dojima's did, it wasn't entirely clear where it was coming from.

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There was a phone ringing. Why was a phone ringing? Yurika absentmindedly filed it away to be dealt with 'later' until one small detail wiggled its way into her brain, flags waving frantically.

Why was a phone (her phone?) ringing with that ringtone?

Oh hell.

"Phone!" she gasped, eyes wide as she tried to squirm away and look around for the source of the noise. "Oh kuso, that's my phone."

That was the special ring she had set for Father Juliano, and if she didn't pick up now, she could potentially be in deep trouble. After all, it wasn't like the priest ever called just to chat.

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You couldn't tell it by looking at him, but Juliano wasn't really the chatting sort. Okay, that was a lie. You could totally tell by looking at him.

And the song which signaled his call was rapidly approaching the bridge section which meant it was going to be sent to voicemail. Juliano didn't tend to respond well to being sent to someone's voicemail.

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Romeo was blissfully unaware of ... well, almost anything, really. "They'll call back," he told Yurika absently as he kissed a line toward her navel.

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"If I don't pick up now, he'll call back in about three seconds. And when I don't pick up then, I'm going to be in trouble," she gasped, whimpering slightly as she swatted at his head. "Move, aijin, unless you want to be the one explaining to Juliano why I didn't answer my phone."

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Romeo grimaced but pulled away. "Go answer, then."

He needed to sulk about coming in second, anyhow.

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She shot him a glare of 'Don't start' before scrambling off the bed to dig through their assorted clothing before she found her pants and the phone.

She quickly flipped it open before the last bars could sound. "Moshi moshi!" she said brightly, neatly covering her breathlessness. "This is Dojima!"

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"Good day, my child," Juliano's familiar voice was calm and measured. As always.

"I trust I am not interrupting." That was a statement, not a polite phrase. Whatever she was doing couldn't be that important.

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"Your timing never ceases to amaze me," Yurika answered, perfectly deadpan. "Good afternoon, Father. To what do I owe the honor?"

She moved back to the bed as she spoke, sitting on the edge and eying the blankets hopefully. Talking the Father while in a dubious state of non-dress was, well, awkward, and she didn't dare try to put on her clothing, or he'd hear it.

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Romeo rolled his eyes extravagantly and reached for Yurika's free wrist, trying to tempt her to slide back under the blankets.

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