douze. [rl with kamina]

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[ 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. ]

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[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[kamina can't say anything less than the truth. that's how he's always been. even when he was just a snot-nosed six year old in the village, he would tell the cook that her food was awful and not get seconds because of it. a man told the truth, even if it could hurt someone, because lying was beneath him. he had to be better. if sheryl expected him to be better then he'd be better than that.

but he couldn't help saying one bit of truth before kissing her again.] So ya did fall for me.

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[ she doesn't actually react badly; she just replies ] Look who's talking. [ Because at this point she's well past the stage of pretending that she's just messing around ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[he can't help but break it off to laugh despite his body screaming 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING????'] Oi, oi, I never said I wouldn't. Just that you would start ta like me.

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Well, you are likeable, even if you're a complete dunce from time to time.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Oi, I'm not!

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Not likeable, or not a dunce~?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Not a dunce, o' course! Who wouldn't like the great Kamina-sama?

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Sure, sure! Now stop talking.

[ because there are much more fun things to be doing ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[dumbfais] Wait, why?

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[ you absolute spoon. She's just going to show him. ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[oh.


mkay. 8Db

BRING ON THE SHOWINGS.]

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[ Well they may involve just shoving him right down on the floor. Because why not? ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[o-oof, that elicits a grunt of surprise, but he isn't complaining. he's resigned to his position of 'eternally topped' by now. he also has no clue what to do with his hands because he would like them not chopped off by grace and fed to wild animals. instead, an internal compromise between his head ('your thumbs are good where they are') and his...other head ('GO FOR THE GOLD') is reached by tracing up her stomach en route to hopes and dreams.]

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[ Yeah, Kamina's built up enough goodwill lately that he's allowed to do that. Please don't explode with excitement. ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[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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[ she pauses, pulling away a bit ] What's wrong?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[almost frantic headshake] Nothin'!

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...I'm not the only one who can say stop, you know! And I won't even make fun of you for it.

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

It's not that I don't want to, I just-- [oh 'sup there blush and slightly cross look] I dunno how.

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Mm... [ she sits up, but without the sense that she's pulling away, just with a contemplative air ] My philosophy is that the right way is the way you end up doing it!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[he props himself up on his elbows and scrunches up his face in thought] So just go for it and see what works?

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I hereby give you license to go for it!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[ bless his cotton socks, he really is. It's not his fault that boob groping by itself is fairly unsexy and it's really more of a mental thing than anything else. ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[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.]