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.]

Comments

[withoutverona]

Romeo's grin broadened, which he didn't think possible, and he smiled a smile as bright as the sun. "I'll do my best not to make you say it," he said in a voice thick with desire.

Neck kisses were fantastic; he kept his head where it was so he could keep enjoying it and nipped slightly, arfully, along her own jawline. His hands were still busy, though one was now dipping along the curve of her waist, hovering on the curve of her hip where it rose out of her pajama pants.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika pressed back against his hands, practically purring with approval as she lavished attentive kisses on him, working her way back up to tease at his ear.

Her own hands slid along his ribs, as if she could drink him up through touching.

[withoutverona]

Romeo made a low, moaning noise against her skin, giving himself over to the kissing. He would let her drink him up forever, if it was his choice to make.

The hand on her hip shifted, dipping lower and inward, brushing lightly against her mound. He still was not rushing, would not rush, but it was becoming harder to stay so slow.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

She groaned quietly, licking her lips for a moment before nipping at a spot she knew to be particularly sensitive.

"Naughty," she whispered, dragging a hand along the waistline of his pants tauntingly. Not that she was complaining, mind you, merely an observation.

[withoutverona]

Romeo jerked slightly against her as sparks flew through him. "Hai," he agreed, his hand continuing its slow path. He ducked his head, resting it against her chest with his eyes closed as he tried to breathe her in.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika whimpered and slid her fingers under the band of his pants, gliding them along his skin until she could reach his sides and tug lightly at the cloth.

She didn't want to distract him from the very nice things he was doing right now, but these pants needed to go.

[withoutverona]

Both of their pants should go, really. Romeo was a charter member of the death-to-pants club. He slid his hand out of her waistband to tug at the sides of her pajama bottoms, trying to inch them down.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

That was the bestest club ever. Seriously. And if Yurika put in some extra wiggle while helping rid herself of the pants, well, she didn't think Romeo would mind.

Kicking pajamas away, she giggled as she nuzzled at the top of his head. "I'm starting to think you missed me."

[withoutverona]

Romeo couldn't be facile with her, not right then. He kissed her cheek sweetly. "I more than missed you."

And then there was the whole area that had once been covered by her pants to explore, and Romeo would give her legs the centimeter-by-centimeter greetings they deserved. Hi, knees.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika squealed, trying to squirm away. "That tickles!" she laughed, trying to protect her knees with her hands. "Aijin, no!"

[withoutverona]

Romeo laughed, squirming back up to press his body against hers. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. "They are very pretty, for knees."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"You like my knees?" she laughed as she pressed back against him, bestowing playful kisses. "You're a strange boy."

[withoutverona]

"I like your knees, and your ankles, and your ears, and your back molars," Romeo answered. "If that's strange, I'd rather be strange."

He was still wearing his pajama pants, and that needed to be remedied; he yanked downward on them, preparing to kick them away.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika shoved at them helpfully, then tangled her legs with his once they were out of the way.

"I think I like you strange," she murmured, leaning in to kiss him deeply. "It keeps things interesting."

[withoutverona]

"Mad, but never dull?" he asked, once the kiss was broken (and he took his time about that). "You manage the same, of course."

He ran his hands down her sides again. "... I want you so much."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

The feel of his hands against her skin caused Yurika to squirm in enjoyment. "My mad poet," she agreed, taking a long moment to kiss him again. "Never dull."

More kisses, then: "I'm right here for the taking," Yurika breathed, hands settling on his hips. "Think you're up for it? I still haven't agreed to anything..."

[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.