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[He doesn't like dwelling on the fact he's been here for months. It's a stretch of time that's turned in days to weeks and now months. Yet he isn't angry. It's a damn anomaly he's not become some embodiment of fury given what this place puts him through, but here he is sleeping sound as he can spooning one of the few people who can keep him anchored; not to mention the only person here who isn't a occasional fling.

The's the strangest part and often the one he finds himself circling back to. Vorona went from underling to a constant in the chaos of things and a bedfellow. They've tangled up more than he can recount and ventured into acts he'd once been to embarrassed to imagine. He might have been a hell of a brawler, but he was prude as they come.

Nowadays Shizuo longs and lust, with or without the push of the city. Tonight is one such night under the influence of some gnawing need that doesn't yet have a name. He's keen to itch and heat that stirs. Same heat that stirs him awake and shifting to see if Vorona is awake or in any mood herself.]

Hey, you awake? [It's not too dim with some rude outside lighting peeking in. He can make details out in the almost blueish hue and snuggled closer slipping a hand lower about her abdomen.] Can't sleep, I need some relief... [He admits, eyes narrow and chin brushing on her shoulder.] What about you?

Rained In | Locked to ablademaiden

[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.

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[Distance was said to make the heart fonder and for what time they spent separated or engaged with dire matters, it was akin to a long distance across oceans. Heine didn't think himself to ever want someone that way he did Naoto. The yearning for physical contact when his body had been so adverse to it months before. It took more months to transition from okay to enjoying, the dry spell easy to ignore at first. They'd been occupied saving the lives of those they held dear and their own. Affection and much less sex didn't have place when more dire needs were hovering above them.

He hadn't counted the days. Weeks went into months, many of them lost in having lost himself. He had her to thank for dragging him back from the brink of losing himself to the violence hungry voice in his head. She hadn't killed him despite making a pact; if one was lost to madness, it was the other's duty to put them down. Better to die as yourself, to not hurt anyone cared for.

Those days were over, at rest at the bottom of a cavern black and cold. It was peace in waiting for a storm, if a storm ever came. It put him on edge to have tasted the mundane in tranquility to have it potentially ripped away from him. He wasn't going to let it go to waste. Whether it was a day, a week, or longer; he was going to spent that time making up what of it was lost.

Lust was perhaps a crude way of looking at it, but he did lust after her. He loves her as well to the extent he understands love, deep compassion and a willingness to sacrifice any and all for someone. He was far too good at sacrificing things for how little he put care into his own well being. Naoto does care and it took time to gather she did. Words are weightless things compared to action and it takes the latter to get his attention.

It went beyond fighting alongside each other. It was the warmth in her hands, careful and callused light, when they ran over his pale body. How her lips tasted and how her slender body pulled fire and pleasure from him. She was beautiful, scars and all. Hell, he considered her sexy and made certain she knew how much he admired her body.

He takes precautions to set them aside alone from the world and once they are tucked away in some safehouse off the grid, his hands on her gripped firm to her waist. Her neck is taken in haste, kisses running from the start of her collared shirt and higher.]

It's been too long. [He utters from the depths of his throat lingering by her ear. The world can be forgotten a little while like this, all concerns and attentions placed on her and her alone.] Just us. I want to make up for time lost, please and sate your every desire as you do mine. We have the night, let's make good use of it, Naoto.