Roof, Tuesday Evening

[withoutverona]

Romeo Montague lit a final candle, moved it ever so slightly, and grinned at his handiwork. A card table made a fine place to dine on takeout Chinese food, if it was on a roof and bedecked with a tablecloth and candles, and a small rug could serve as a dance floor. And for his orchestra, he had iTunes playing a stream of slow, jazzy music.

He considered the problem of invaders from the door to the roof, and, regretfully, decided he couldn't lock or block it. But he could have a sign at the ready to post as soon as Yurika arrived.

[OOC: For one, though the door is not locked. Up early for slowplay.]

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"If I was meant to live off grass, I would have been born a rabbit," Yurika agreed, snapping her chopsticks at him before helping herself to the mystery noodles. "Meat, carbohydrates, alcohol, sugar, all those things that are supposedly so so bad for you, but so so good. Life is to enjoy the finer things, not let them go to waste!"

[withoutverona]

Romeo was practically nodding his head off. "There is no point in delaying gratification, or spurning it altogether," he said. "All you can be sure of is the moment, and you need to use it as best you can."

He grinned. "I am so glad you are with me on this."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I'm never in favor of delaying gratification," she said smoothly, grabbing a bit of beef from his plate. "Why wait? It just doesn't make sense."

[withoutverona]

"Waiting serves no one," Romeo agreed, eyes bright.

And, in a flash, he was out of his seat (mouthful of shrimp swallowed), and kneeling next to Yurika. He put a hand on her cheek and leaned in for a kiss.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Well now, Dōjima was not inclined to deny such a request. Chopsticks were quickly abandoned as she reached out to tangle her fingers in his hair and return the kiss.

The itty bitty voice in the back of her head hollering that this was a 'bad plan' was very quickly and firmly squashed.

[withoutverona]

Romeo, on the other hand, had no such voice. His brain was stuck on lips warm kissing yes oh handhandhand, in my hair, more.

He brought a hand to her back and kept kissing her. Definitely a good date.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

The little voice in her head had silenced the moment their lips met, and Yurika wasn't really thinking at all now. Nothing beyond the desire for more, anyway. More lips, more kissing, more of his hand that was so nicely situated on her back. Simply more.

This was a wonderful date.