Bathroom, Room 1, Akumal Beach Resort, Late Friday

[withoutverona]

After Round 10 of I Never -- a game he was, again, swearing he would never play again -- Romeo lead Yurika into the hotel room bathroom.

It was far from the setting he had imagined for this, but it was nearby, and he wasn't sure he trusted his slightly drunken legs to carry him much further. And at least there would be people to intervene if she tried to kill him.

"I meant to tell you," he began, without preamble, leaning against the cool tile.

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[withoutverona]

And because it was such a very good kiss, he was standing there, a little dazed, for a moment before he spoke. "Good," he finally said, just above a whisper. "Should we try to go back out to the party? I fear they're already starting rumors about what we're up to."

At least, he would be, if he were on the other side of the door.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"If they're going to start rumors, I'd rather give them something to chew on," she teased, slowly sliding her hands down his chest to rest on his hips. "Besides, I'm sure they're too busy drinking to notice we're gone."

"I know we said slow, but, would it be too forward of me to ask for another kiss before we face the drunken hordes?"

[withoutverona]

That slow slide of her hands to their final resting place was, quite possibly, the most distracting thing in the universe, and between that and their recent conversation Romeo's brain was throwing up static instead of words.

So he just ran his hands around to the small of her back and leaned in for a deeper kiss. He assumed that would be answer enough.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

It was a perfect answer, the type of answer that musicians write songs about, and poets dream of being able to put to paper.

Which is why Yurika eventually, regretfully, stepped back, turning to nervously fuss with her hair in the mirror. Kisses were all well and good, but she couldn't let herself forget why they were in the bathroom in the first place. Forgetting wasn't going to solve the problem, no matter how nice his hands as he held her.

"I don't look like I've been crying, do I? Not that I was going to cry or anything, it's just that I don't like letting people see that I'm upset."

[withoutverona]

Romeo shook his head, still finding his words. "You look perfect," he managed, and she did to him, possibly a little shaken but that might just be him seeing what he himself felt. "And as you said, they're all drunk. No one will be looking too close."

He quit slouching and stepped to the side so he could see himself over her shoulder. His eyes were a little red, maybe, but nothing a quick splash of the cold water didn't help hide. "Am I all right?"

He was aware as he spoke that that question could perhaps be taken in more ways than the one he meant it.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika just grinned and shook her head. "Sou kana...but we'll find out, ne?"

[withoutverona]

That drew a shaky smile. "I understood about half that. But we will, either way."

He reached for the doorknob.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Consider it payback for all the fancy words you use," she teased. "Um, like, 'I wonder' or 'I don't know', but joking?"

As the door opened, Yurika looked at the scene before them, and blinked. Twice. "Romeo, why are there naked people in our room, and why weren't we informed? I might have quite yelling sooner if I had known there was naked."

"Pretty naked, no less." Ah, Dōjima was a shallow creature, and so easily distracted.

[withoutverona]

"We missed all the fun," he agreed, soberly.

And would have offered compensatory naked at a later date, except it didn't seem to go with the whole "go slow" theory they had just been ... ahem. Discussing. Possibly loudly.

Instead he said, "At least we get to see them?" and went to fix her a drink. And made himself one as well.

More alcohol would make everything better, right?