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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.]

Date: 2009-03-18 07:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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.

Date: 2009-03-18 09:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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.

Date: 2009-03-19 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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.

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