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Sheryl Nome ([personal profile] piercethecharts) wrote2010-10-17 12:54 am

douze. [rl with kamina]

[ As silly as it was, Sheryl was feeling pretty cheery from that secret. She waited for Kamina by the front of her hotel, hoping that he'd actually wear appropriate clothing (i.e. a shirt) as she tapped her foot, humming to herself. This was a songwriting sort of mood. She was wearing her usual getup of aviators and a floppy hat; the sun had mostly set by now, but she liked being able to go around unrecognized. ]

[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-11-04 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[too late.

but no really. his touch is incredibly light, almost as if there's nothing happening at all. kamina is just a wee bit nervous.
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[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-11-04 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[almost frantic headshake] Nothin'!

[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-11-05 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
It's not that I don't want to, I just-- [oh 'sup there blush and slightly cross look] I dunno how.

[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-11-05 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[he props himself up on his elbows and scrunches up his face in thought] So just go for it and see what works?

[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-11-05 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[let it be known that sheryl is now his favorite forever and ever. with this permission, he does finally grasp and massage hopes and dreams, albeit gently and with an unsure face. bless him, he's trying.]

[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-11-05 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[pretty much, but it must have worked some. he's got THE FIRE back in his eyes. he can do this. they are just boobs.


hurr, awesome, he's touching boobs.

no, no, back to the matter at hand. this will be awesome. he straightens up to kiss her properly, reaching underneath her shirt to map out the rest of her with his fingers and this time, she will most definitely be able to tell what he's doing.
]

[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-11-05 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[all he can ask for is that she not laugh at his slowness. okay? okay.

it's getting difficult to split his concentration between kissing and his hands so he gives up on the latter to fully focus on the former, rubbing circles on the small of her back instead. he breaks it off to kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose, the curve of her shoulder, the point of her collarbone where neck and shoulder meet. he mutters something unintelligible and if she were to ask him later, it's not like he could tell her. thinking? what is that?
]

[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-11-05 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[FINALLY, A CLUE AS TO WHAT TO DO, YESSSS

therefore, he will jump on this chance like none other because how often is he going to get the upper hand in this relationship? yeah. that's what i thought. he skirts around her collarbone and up the side of her neck, pausing below her jawline to see what'll happen there.
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[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-11-05 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[WHY CAN'T HE WEAR THE PANTS. o-oh. this is not as planned. in a good away. he grunts and rolls his hips once (instinct, really), his fingers losing some of their grip as he takes that invitation a bit farther. he's a fast learner, for better or worse.]

[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-11-05 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[he laughs deep in his throat and answers in between kisses] Nope, you'll have to tell me.

[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-11-05 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[surprisingly, yes, he does. shock and awe.] So show me.

[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-11-05 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[does stop kissing to lean back and just grin all smug like, hair a mess, almost out of breath, and blushing some.

mmm.


oh. mun sensibilities, CARRYING ON NOW

ball is in your court, sheryl.
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[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-11-05 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[a clever plan indeed. what little air left in his lungs is in the process of vacating at a rapid pace with each bite.] O-oi....