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Thanks. I don't think I'm as fashionable, though.
[He manages to get the door open, twists to nudge it open with his back and step inside. Well, since he's still got her in his arms, he'll even bring her right over to a chair (after kicking the door shut).]
[He manages to get the door open, twists to nudge it open with his back and step inside. Well, since he's still got her in his arms, he'll even bring her right over to a chair (after kicking the door shut).]
[Naoki sighs softly in relief, stretching his neck a little from side to side... and he raises his hand up to her hair. He pushes his fingers into it, to start working it loose.]
Somewhere where you wouldn't have me messing up your hair? [He ducks his head a little to do what he'd wanted to earlier, kiss at the base of her neck.]
Somewhere where you wouldn't have me messing up your hair? [He ducks his head a little to do what he'd wanted to earlier, kiss at the base of her neck.]
[ Yang's fingers automatically seek out his shoulders, curling into the fabric still covering them (and she'll have to take care of that too) as she sinks into the kiss. She can feel her hair start to come loose, little tendrils tickling her neck. And if he's this slow and deliberate, he might be at it for awhile.
Which she also doesn't mind. ]
Which she also doesn't mind. ]
[Any excuse to keep her here longer--
His other hand settles against her knee as he leans closer to her, a muffled sound sighed out to her lips. It doesn't take her pressing for a deeper kiss this time for him to seek one out, an the pressure of his tongue against her lower lip insistent.]
His other hand settles against her knee as he leans closer to her, a muffled sound sighed out to her lips. It doesn't take her pressing for a deeper kiss this time for him to seek one out, an the pressure of his tongue against her lower lip insistent.]
[Bit by bit-- and he's been dying to do this for a while too.
There's a telling shiver, a prickling warmth heating Naoki's stomach at that soft sound. His fingers pluck loose more of her hair, sliding up through it as his tongue drags over hers in a slick slide.]
There's a telling shiver, a prickling warmth heating Naoki's stomach at that soft sound. His fingers pluck loose more of her hair, sliding up through it as his tongue drags over hers in a slick slide.]
[ Now this... this feels amazing, and Yang is already fighting back a groan, kneading his shoulders like a highly pleased cat. Although it's hard to concentrate enough to work on his suit, and it feels like forever when she pulls back (in all likelihood, only a couple of minutes). ]
You're distracting, geez--
[ And she totally looks like she wants that to keep happening, honestly. But-- ]
I can't help you like that, you know.
You're distracting, geez--
[ And she totally looks like she wants that to keep happening, honestly. But-- ]
I can't help you like that, you know.
[Naoki's shoulders roll to help with his jacket, feeling a rush of heat threatening to surge up to his face-- ah, why is he starting to feel shy now?
Maybe because it's just in this moment that he's struck by the intimacy of it.]
Mmhm. [He leans in, to press a kiss to her shoulder.]
Maybe because it's just in this moment that he's struck by the intimacy of it.]
Mmhm. [He leans in, to press a kiss to her shoulder.]
I'll trust you, then. [ And her shoulder is warm, the skin nonetheless forming goosebumps when he draws back. Yang's definitely soaking in the intimacy, taking her sweet time undoing the buttons on his shirt and letting her fingers graze skin as she gains access to more of it. ]
[Naoki mms softly when her fingers actually touch-- it's far from the first time she has, but when the touches come in-between the slow unbuttoning of his shirt...
He shivers, turns more toward her, taking his own time undoing her hair pin by pin, piece by piece. His mouth presses to the front of her neck next, a kiss that catches her skin between his lips, touching another one to the side of her neck.]
He shivers, turns more toward her, taking his own time undoing her hair pin by pin, piece by piece. His mouth presses to the front of her neck next, a kiss that catches her skin between his lips, touching another one to the side of her neck.]
[ Yang breathes out a sigh, and it's perhaps more of a wistful sound than she'd planned, but she can't help it-- not when his mouth is finally on her and it's calling up heat, starting on her neck and creeping up to bloom in her face. It's not a blush, exactly, but it's a warmth she welcomes and tries to leave with him when she finally gets his shirt undone.
... And promptly parts it, resting her palm on his chest. ]
You look pretty good like this too, Naoki.
... And promptly parts it, resting her palm on his chest. ]
You look pretty good like this too, Naoki.
[Naoki's turned in close to her, his fingers slowing, because he's almost run out of hair to take down. When he speaks, it's with his mouth opening against her neck, warmly amused:] And it probably feels better too, right?
[He knows he likes it, her hand flush to his skin.
And then, Naoki pushes forward, slipping both of his hands around her back and pulling her into his arms, a snug embrace.]
[He knows he likes it, her hand flush to his skin.
And then, Naoki pushes forward, slipping both of his hands around her back and pulling her into his arms, a snug embrace.]
Edited 2015-04-27 18:23 (UTC)
[ She can feel the weight of her hair settling in its proper place, but before she can respond, agree that skin-to-skin is so much better, his hands pull her in and suddenly she's flush against him.
Which is also fine. It's great, and Yang laughs as she moves her other arm around him, her hand still against his heart as she turns her head to nuzzle his cheek. ]
About as good as this feels.
Which is also fine. It's great, and Yang laughs as she moves her other arm around him, her hand still against his heart as she turns her head to nuzzle his cheek. ]
About as good as this feels.
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