Room 502, Monday Morning, 3/16

[withoutverona]

The weekend had been kind to young master Montague. There had been mud fights and muffins and even two birthday parties. And, when it got quite terribly late -- 9 o'clock at least -- he drifted back to his room with Yurika by the hand. They watched cartoons until they fell asleep on the bed like a pair of puppies, TV still droning away.

When Romeo first woke up on Monday, it took him a moment to feel as if anything beyond gratitude to be his proper size again, followed by annoyance at the grit of mud behind his ears and in other places his five-year-old self had forgotten to wash. He'd seen that shock of blonde hair in the morning many times.

Then he realized he hadn't so much, lately. Drawing away to get a better look, he held his breath. He was going to savor these moments until she (perhaps inevitably, he thought) made her excuses and left him alone again -- or at least tried to.

[OOC: For the taller and modded-with-permission birthday princess. Also, he's very unlikely to get around to opening Pixie Dust today -- drop me an email if you have a desperate need to shop there and we'll work something out. Also, going NWS because reunion sex is awesome.]

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[withoutverona]

"Haven't you?" he asked, nudging his fingers between her legs. "And yet you also haven't left the bed ... it might give a mad poet ideas."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Fingers were very welcome, and she whimpered encouragingly as she let her hands start tracing idle paths over his hips and along his back. "What sort of ideas?," Yurika responded, squirming against him slightly. "If I'm being a muse, I ought to know what I'm inspiring."

[withoutverona]

The question inspired his fingers to nudge forward, gliding against her. "I wonder," he said, rubbing again, slow, back and forth and little circles, "if I should tell you, or if that would be a waste of time I could spend showing you."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Her only answer was a small moan, and Yurika practically melted under his touch even as she glared at him half-heartedly.

"Tease," she accused before kissing him again, hard, even as she slid one leg up around his waist. "I think you like tormenting me."

[withoutverona]

"I think you like being tormented," came the answer, after a long, ragged gasp at the new closeness. Romeo brought his teeth down and nibbled along her shoulder.

He pressed into her, hand still moving.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika cried out, arching off the bed slightly and grinding against him. It had only been a few weeks, but right now it felt like months, and just because she had been angry didn't mean she had stopped wanting him.

"Suki yo," she gasped, nuzzling into his hair. "Please."

[withoutverona]

"Aishiteru," Romeo answered, because he was going to say it in the silly big version if he was going to say it now. His hand moved away, and he closed his eyes as he pressed himself forward into her.

It was like coming home after a long, cold journey.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

It felt perfect.

She wrapped her arms around him, needing the closeness right then. "Hai, aishiteru," she whispered before rocking against him slowly. As much as she desperately wanted, she wasn't above teasing him a little, and Yurika very much wanted them both to enjoy this.

[withoutverona]

Romeo bit his lip and fisted his hands in the sheets, trying to move as slowly as she was. He wanted this to last forever, and teasing was part of the perfection of it.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Perfect torture, and Yurika wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

She scattered kisses down his neck and along his collarbone, licking and nibbling at a leisurely pace that was almost making her squirm with impatience, her lips mapping out every little centimeter of his skin.

[withoutverona]

Her teeth hit a sensitive spot, and Romeo let out a low groan before (he had to) speeding his motions, trying not to fly away.

He had missed her. Had he said that?

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

He had, and she didn't need words right now to know that he had meant it.

The change in pace caused Yurika to moan happily, and her second leg drew up to join its fellow in wrapping around his hips. One hand hand found its way back up into his hair to cradle his head, and her fingers kept clenching slightly as they moved together. Faster was fine and perfect and wonderful, and if she could manage anything beyond whimpers and moans, she would tell him so.