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[flaredo]

"Heeey, you've reached Yang! Well, actually, you didn't reach far enough, 'cause I'm not here right now! But don't yang up! Just leave a message on this baby, and I'll get back to you soon enough, okay?"

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[masakados]

It sounded way too nice to work as threatening.

[Naoki's chuckling, sound as soft as the brushes of his lips, though he pulls back slightly to see her expression. Cute. The pad of his thumb strokes idly across her cheek.]

[flaredo]

... Mm. [ And she tilts her head towards his thumb, expression growing drowsily thoughtful. ]

I'll totally punch you in the face if you try to kick me out next time. Better?

[masakados]

[He refrains from telling her that, with that sleepy look, there's no way that could sound threatening. He lets his thumb follow her tilting head, smiling.]

Better. I'll make sure I'm prepared next time you're over. [But, this said:] Am I putting you to sleep, Yang?

[flaredo]

Yes, you jerk.

[ There is absolutely no heat in that statement. ]

[masakados]

Yep, it's pretty terrible of me, [with a snicker.

He pecks a kiss to her lips before he leans back with a pretty self-satisfied look... So soft kisses and attention work for making her drowsy too. Noted.]

[flaredo]

[ Only when she's already tired, don't get any ideas, Naoki!

... And if he is, she's just going to reach over and wriggle her fingers against his stomach. DON'T GET SMUG, YOU. ]

[masakados]

Guah--

[Squawking, Naoki squirms at once, backward out of range because noooo, no tickling, let him have a smug moment. They're rare!]

[flaredo]

[ Nope, this smug moment is ALL HERS. Look at her, lounging back like a queen. ]

You looked a little droopy yourself. [ No, he didn't. ] Wide awake now?

[masakados]

[And this is why she's charisma queen--]

I want a better way of being woken up, [he grumbles lightly and shifts, shrugging off the shirt that's been hanging loose all this time.]

[flaredo]

Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll think about it.

[ And thus not crash on his couch. ]

[masakados]

When you're like that, charisma queen, I dunno if I want to.

[His grumbling's pretty playful, though.]

[flaredo]

Then I guess you'll wake up laughing.

[masakados]

Be prepared for some revenge, then.

[...but even surprise tickling can't keep him away, because he's moving back closer to her again.]

[flaredo]

You just try. [ But when he's closer, she'll reach out to wrap her arms around him in a tight hug. Because-- ]

... But I should head off.

[masakados]

Mmmhm. [It's a sound of confirmation, understanding, as he nestles in close to her, arms coming around her tight in turn.]

Thanks, for tonight. [For asking him to go, to coming here with him afterward. He sweeps his palm against the small of her back.]

[flaredo]

[ It's way too tempting to curl up against him, drag him down onto the couch cushions, keep him close and within reach where she can feel his hand at her back-- but no, she knows she needs to return, so Yang reluctantly loosens her grip. ]

Anytime. [ She means it. ]

[masakados]

[Anytime, and just that makes him smile.

Naoki leans away slowly (his own reluctance), his hands following the lines of her arms, before he can catch at her hands. Moving to stand up, he tugs at her hands to pull her along with him.]

C'mon. [He'll see her out, of course.]

[flaredo]

[ Up she rises (slowly) to move with him (slowly) to the door. Ugh, being on her feet again, she's gonna kick these heels against a wall soon as she can-- ]

[masakados]

[Naoki grins at her as he walks her to the door, sweeping his hand sympathetically over her back. It's the heels, huh...]

We can do training a bit later tomorrow, if you wanna get some extra sleep.

[flaredo]

Just gimme fifteen extra minutes. I'll be there.

[ SHE WILL. ]

[masakados]

Okay-- then, I'll see you tomorrow.

[But before she goes, he'll side-step in front of her, bring his hand to the side of her neck and pull her in for one last kiss for good measure.]

[flaredo]

[ ... This suave mofo-- but no, Yang's smiling into the kiss, lingering in it before she leans back. ]

Dream of me, okay?

[masakados]

[He'd like to-- and that thought, has him going all red at himself. To distract from it, he opens up the front door.]

As long as you dream about me too.

[flaredo]

We'll see! [ She'd also like to-- but she offers him a smile and salute before she lifts her skirt hem and breaks into a jog, right out the door.

In heels, yes. ]

[masakados]

[And he's laughing, calling out a good night after her--]