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[Rain isn't a issue underground. Those who live there don't have reason to carry umbrellas or carry rain coats, the weather in its lacking course remains the same under the gray ceiling of metal and concrete. Heine doesn't have reason to go up top often and more often than not it's due to work he's up there at all. Such is the case this time, a job of Liza's that was more presence than action for some meeting he isn't certain had anything to do with the underground districts.
He went regardless and took it as an opportunity to take Naoto with him. Below ground they kept to dark corners and empty rooms for their budding relationship, the sort that has stumbles and careful wording. They've gotten closer than ever atop the shimmering feelings he kept down. He hadn't accounted for the weather however, the idea of grabbing the bike and a bottle on some semblance of a normal date.
Instead they got wet, head and shoulders at worst, making the eventful plan fall flat. He got them to a dry place, the safe house belonging to a friend of a friend of Liza's. He'd been there before, the bike isn't far from the place putting it all in a close proximity. It doesn't matter now he laments jamming the hidden key into the door to get them inside.
Once in, the door is locked back up and search for a towel is taken. It's found, two grabbed to dry his hair and to give one to her. The good intention goes awry when he comes back from the bathroom to find her in wait, dark hair limp and framing her face. Her shoulders are pulled in from chill he suspects, rain having weighed the top of her jacket. At least the rest of her isn't wet, though cold, he thinks stepping closer before handing her a towel.]
It's not what I planned, but we are getting some time together. [His tone dips into happy, a thin warm smile that's almost strange on his pale face. The fact he's staring at her face isn't hidden, not that he's trying to or wanting her to notice, but he finds appeal in the dampness of her hair.
He went regardless and took it as an opportunity to take Naoto with him. Below ground they kept to dark corners and empty rooms for their budding relationship, the sort that has stumbles and careful wording. They've gotten closer than ever atop the shimmering feelings he kept down. He hadn't accounted for the weather however, the idea of grabbing the bike and a bottle on some semblance of a normal date.
Instead they got wet, head and shoulders at worst, making the eventful plan fall flat. He got them to a dry place, the safe house belonging to a friend of a friend of Liza's. He'd been there before, the bike isn't far from the place putting it all in a close proximity. It doesn't matter now he laments jamming the hidden key into the door to get them inside.
Once in, the door is locked back up and search for a towel is taken. It's found, two grabbed to dry his hair and to give one to her. The good intention goes awry when he comes back from the bathroom to find her in wait, dark hair limp and framing her face. Her shoulders are pulled in from chill he suspects, rain having weighed the top of her jacket. At least the rest of her isn't wet, though cold, he thinks stepping closer before handing her a towel.]
It's not what I planned, but we are getting some time together. [His tone dips into happy, a thin warm smile that's almost strange on his pale face. The fact he's staring at her face isn't hidden, not that he's trying to or wanting her to notice, but he finds appeal in the dampness of her hair.
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Date: 2016-02-10 05:26 am (UTC)From:But she's safe, so she believes, with him. Should a shred of uncertainty dwell within her, this moment wouldn't be happening. Two figures with opposite mindsets for the most part, somehow, in this moment, fit together so carefully and tenderly in ways no one will ever know nor understand.
A wandering that finds its way up her leg sends shivers through her body, her own hand grasping at a bicep. Eyes fall shut, lips part, a gentle gasp spills from her lips. Touching and yet barely doing a thing at the same time. Anticipation for what's to come flooding not only her mind but her body as well. It shows with how it responds to his touches and seems to yearn for more.
Pads of fingers brush over pale skin and eyes flutter open, slowly. Body warm, mouth dry, mind slowly spinning into a haze. She wonders if he notices how he makes her react, makes her feel. He must, she thinks, he's not blind. ]
If I ever need to warm up from the rain again, just touch me, ok?
[ A gentle smile, shy almost, words softly spoken to convey how he makes her feel in this moment. ]
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Date: 2016-02-11 03:07 am (UTC)From:Every movement is enough to startle his senses and make him stop. He's put a mental bracer in place of constant pausing, reactions are bound to happen and are normal as these things went. Still the grip to his arm and gasp prove harder to power though getting a pause to look and listen.]
Long as it doesn't burn you.
[The reactions are good and unnerving. He's on edge about what he's doing making the slower pace a most over only a want. Granting a sigh his hand slips higher and picks at her dress to begin lifting it off her body, his other hand coming to the other side as he stands straighter to do so.]
Lift your arms. [It borders on asking permission to remove clothing, his intentions set to second over her words being first in what's to be done. Regardless he can't help but feel some excitement in undressing her giving way to her soft skin and subtle curves he's fallen for in falling for her as a person.]