It&#39;s a love story

"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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"I have just finished reading your most recent report," Juliano explained. "It was quite... concise." Too short. Far too short.

There was a creaking sound. Dojima probably recognized it as the sound of Juliano's weathered desk chair shifting.

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Blankets! Yurika smiled at him gratefully and quickly slid back into bed, letting her free hand reach for his.

It was a small gesture, maybe, but for Yurika it was a lot.

"It was concise, because the island is boring," she replied briskly. "I was ten-years-old for a weekend, and so sickeningly cute that I think I caused diabetes. Beyond that, my classes remain as they have been, and everything has been pretty normal."

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Romeo flashed a perfectly innocent grin at her, then ran his fingers over a ticklish spot on her ribcage.

It was a natural part of the adjusting process. Really.

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"Normal," Juliano repeated in that impassive tone of his. The one that could be good or bad. Or neither.

Then he fell silent. Maybe he was waiting for her to add something. It was hard to tell with Juliano.

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Yurika scowled and swatted at Romeo one-handed. Not Funny.

"As normal as anything on this island ever is," Yurika agreed. "Did you have a questions about a particular section of my report, sir?" Maybe if she could prod old Colegui to the point, she could get her suffering over with.

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"Do you feel that your performance has been compromised by being someone else for a weekend?" Juliano asked. It wouldn't do, after all, for his double agent to forget who she was.

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As they talked, Romeo, bored, started rubbing her back lightly, dodging her swatting fingers with a smirk.

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That was mildly more acceptable than tickling, so Yurika left off trying to hit him so she could focus completely on Juliano.

"No sir," she answered truthfully. "I sadly have a better understanding of the type of daughter my father wanted, but at least she was a nice kid, and it might be useful later."

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"Very good, then."

"And is there anything you need from SOLOMON? Equipment or support?" Someone to take care of that Romeo boy?

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As if psychic and taking a cue, that Romeo boy started curving his backrub around to the front of her body, one palm cupping each breast.

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