"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?"
I think you're the distracting one, charisma queen.
[Naoki's expression is tender, though, and he leans down to close the distance between their lips. He catches hers in an insistent press, to pick up where they left off from.]
Which she would say, except once their lips meet, Yang forgets all about saying anything and instantly returns that kiss with matching enthusiasm. One hand moves, to trace the curve of one ear with her fingertips. ]
[Naoki's voice is a muffled sound as her fingers trace, and his shoulders shiver, arching up. He might play it off as ticklish, but it's more like her touch gives him shivers... which isn't new at all.
Leaning down more, he braces himself with his arms, nothing tentative in the way his tongue sweeps her lower lip, asking entrance with a catch of his teeth. Maybe his apartment being dim as it is makes him a little bolder, everything besides her just a smudge of darker shadow, unimportant.]
[ Whatever the reason, Yang likes this side of him, no longer hesitant in the way he approaches her-- and she lets her approval show in how she pats her chest with her free hand, inviting him to lower himself against her, and opens her mouth.
To breathe his name, for all of a split second, before she catches his lower lip, parts hers wider to seal against his mouth and bring their tongues together. ]
[His cheeks grow warmer, but... he lowers himself down on top of her, breathing sharply through his nose as he settles on top of her. Close. Groaning softly into her lips, his own open, tongue raising against hers.
He slips one hand, loosening his fingers from cushions, underneath her body to press his palm firmly against the middle of her back. His fingers slide down as best as they can, kneading a little with restless circling motions of fingertips.]
[ Naoki's close, and Yang wonders, for all of three seconds, if this was really a good idea when she can feel his weight pressing down on her and it's doing thrilling things to her nerves and her heart and her body.
The kneading makes her lift her back, just a bit, while one hand slips around to his back and works its way under his shirt to feel the warmth against her palm. As deep a kiss as this is - and as unwilling as Yang is to part from it - she's doing her best not to let it get too overwhelming for either of them. Wait, she remembers dimly, they're going to wait.
But she rubs her palm against his back anyway, a little noise of longing staying down in her throat. ]
[They agreed to wait-- that, if nothing else, is something that sticks in Naoki's mind. So even if Yang's back lifts in a way that makes him want to scrape his nails right along her spine, and even if her hand is searing hot against his skin in turn, he'll keep it to the contact of their lips and the light press of their bodies.
His heart is hammering in his ears, though, far too loud, and he's sure he's going to start groaning the second he stops thinking about anything besides kissing Yang. He's already close to it.
Naoki's tongue still slides along hers, tasting her mouth, eager and wanting, plainly.]
[ Yang won't begrudge him this-- because she wants this just as much, revels in their closeness where every breath is mingled with his and all she can taste is his mouth. All she can feel is his skin beneath her hand, the wet glide of his tongue against hers, his weight pressing down in such a manner that she almost wants to squirm, just to see what he'll do.
She doesn't, but her fingers curl and press at his back, and that noise will be a little more pronounced into his mouth. ]
[Goodness knows he wouldn't be able to handle her squirming if she did-- as it is, just their bodies resting together is a few steps away from being too much to handle. He groans, but manages to keep it soft, shivering and pulling away with a damp last touch to breathe.
And to calm down, a little, even as his fingertips draw slow circles up along her back.]
[She'll be able to see it-- that same want in his gaze, written all over his expression. He's transparent, with Yang at least. But he just shifts a hand, dragging his thumb gently along her damp lips.]
You know... [ And she sighs, moving one hand to grasp his, to kiss the thumb he's teasing her lips with. Okay. She's calming down. It's just a little longer. ] You make a really good case for not wanting to leave.
[Him sticking so close probably isn't helping that calming down thing-- but Naoki can't bring himself to move. But he blinks at the words, looking thoughtful, like he's seriously thinking now about asking her to stay over.]
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[Naoki's expression is tender, though, and he leans down to close the distance between their lips. He catches hers in an insistent press, to pick up where they left off from.]
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Which she would say, except once their lips meet, Yang forgets all about saying anything and instantly returns that kiss with matching enthusiasm. One hand moves, to trace the curve of one ear with her fingertips. ]
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Leaning down more, he braces himself with his arms, nothing tentative in the way his tongue sweeps her lower lip, asking entrance with a catch of his teeth. Maybe his apartment being dim as it is makes him a little bolder, everything besides her just a smudge of darker shadow, unimportant.]
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To breathe his name, for all of a split second, before she catches his lower lip, parts hers wider to seal against his mouth and bring their tongues together. ]
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He slips one hand, loosening his fingers from cushions, underneath her body to press his palm firmly against the middle of her back. His fingers slide down as best as they can, kneading a little with restless circling motions of fingertips.]
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The kneading makes her lift her back, just a bit, while one hand slips around to his back and works its way under his shirt to feel the warmth against her palm. As deep a kiss as this is - and as unwilling as Yang is to part from it - she's doing her best not to let it get too overwhelming for either of them. Wait, she remembers dimly, they're going to wait.
But she rubs her palm against his back anyway, a little noise of longing staying down in her throat. ]
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His heart is hammering in his ears, though, far too loud, and he's sure he's going to start groaning the second he stops thinking about anything besides kissing Yang. He's already close to it.
Naoki's tongue still slides along hers, tasting her mouth, eager and wanting, plainly.]
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She doesn't, but her fingers curl and press at his back, and that noise will be a little more pronounced into his mouth. ]
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And to calm down, a little, even as his fingertips draw slow circles up along her back.]
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... Really, she just wants to haul him against her again, but she'll refrain. ]
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Is that a bad thing?
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[ There's that faux-pout again, dimly visible. ]
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[Amused, Naoki ducks down to kiss that faux-pout lightly. Cute.]
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[ slooowly lifting an eyebrow, even as she tries not to grin. ]
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Well, I dunno...
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[ Okay, now she's grinning. ]
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Don't look at me like that. [...] Of course I'd want you in my clothes.
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[ Tempting. ]
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[He seems confident...]
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[ Impromptu sleepover??? ]
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Guess I should get up and find you some then, huh?
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[ ... Says the girl stretching out leisurely. ]
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