candybox | OPEN POST: Makoto Niijima

O-oh, of course.

[She pulls off her coat and shoes, storing them by the stairs, before moving to join him over at the bed. She's dressed in a simple but elegant white blouse, with a black skirt and black leggings. She sits, straightening her skirt out of force of habit, even if she's sure Ren won't care if she doesn't look perfectly prim and proper.]

I guess... We both wanted this a lot more than we let on.

[While she removes her jacket and shoes, he moves over to the bed. He'll have to apologize to Mona later for closing the window on him while he was out, but, well ...

[Tonight was between him and Makoto. He didn't want anything getting in the way of that.

[So he slides the window shut, clicks the latch into place, and finds a seat on the edge of the bed - shifting over a little bit to make room for Makoto..]

It's been on my mind for a little while.

I'm still so happy things ended up like this.

[She scoots to sit right next to him until their shoulders are touching. Then, blush deepening once again, she lays her head on his shoulder.]

This might sound crazy, but I'd like to stay here for tonight. If... that's okay with you, I mean.

[Sae would go ballistic if she knew, but she'll likely be out all evening. And besides, Makoto's rebellious streak shows no signs of letting up now.]

I was hoping you would.

[He leans into her, resting his head on top of hers and letting his eyes drift shut for a moment.]

Waking up next to you sounds really, really nice.

I think so, too. [She relaxes like that for a moment, enjoying the feeling of just being close to someone. She doesn't even remember the last time Sae did something as simple as give her a hug, maybe she's been a little starved for affection. And Ren is probably the same, too, thrown out by his parents to a city he didn't know...

She's startled by a sudden thought, though--]

Oh! But I didn't bring any pyjamas. If it's not too much trouble, is there anything of yours I can borrow?

Yeah, I'm sure I've got something.

[He's bound to have a spare shirt and an extra pair of sweatpants, but he's not making a move to go and dig them out just yet.

[She's right. About him being starved for affection. He just ... He didn't really notice until now.

[He wasn't exactly a hugger. He didn't have a problem with that sort of physical contact, he just didn't seek it out or initiate it very often.

[But right now, feeling Makoto leaning against him, the gentle warmth radiating from her, breathing in her scent ...?

[He's realizing how much he missed it. How much he needed it from time to time in a way that he just hadn't gotten in a while.]

Thanks.

[That's a relief. But since he seems to just be enjoying being with her for now, she'll lay off that very Makoto thing of pestering about practicalities.

Instead, she takes his hand, twining their fingers together once more. And she says, barely above a whisper, as though it's just for him to hear and him only--]

Ren... I... I love you.

[His fingers curl around hers. She won't be able to see it given he has his head resting on top of hers ... but she might feel his expression shift as his smile slowly spreads across his face.]

I love you too.

[Even speaking as softly as she is, there's no mistaking the warmth in his voice. The affection, the contentment ... the pure, total happiness he's feeling in this moment.]

[She's sure she didn't even need to say it, nor did he need to say it in return. It feels like they're already in tune with one another a lot more than she expected... Maybe not just because of all the time they've spent together until now, but because of all the similarities they have. Still, voicing it out loud cements it. She's serious, not acting like this is some little girl crush.

Her lips curve and she smiles mischievously, grabbing the front of Ren's shirt and pulling him down with surprising strength, lying back so Ren is sitting over her.]

So... If I'm staying over, how shall we spend tonight?

[How strong she is isn't a surprise - he's seen how hard she hits - but the move itself catches him off guard. It's the sort of confidence and forwardness she doesn't show much when they're outside the Metaverse.

[It's pretty clear from the look on Ren's face as he suddenly finds himself over her that he wasn't expecting it ... but that initial surprise fades quickly, and gives way to a coquettish grin. Turns out he kinda likes that side of her.]

Didn't this all start because you had something in mind?

[He teases, one eyebrow arching above his glasses.]

[Makoto can't even believe she's being this forward, but now they're on this train there's no getting off. She bites her lip, and reaches up to take off his glasses, before folding them and setting them aside -- it's not like he needs them to see anyway.]

Yes, but also... I wondered if maybe you had something in mind, too. I've already imposed myself on you this much...

[It's only right she should do something for him, too.]

You're assuming I wouldn't enjoy that too.

[And that's a big assumption.]

Then, I think know where we can start.

[She tugs him down a little further, until her lips can meet his again. That making out thing was pretty great, after all.]

[No arguments from him. Ren's more than happy to let her drag him down into another kiss. In fact, he leans into it - shifting his hips and rolling over so that his chest is pressed flush against hers. His hands, pressing down onto the bed on either side of her, slide in under her shoulders.]

[She lets out an involuntary squeak of surprise as he presses himself on top of her, cupping his cheeks and then moving her arms loosely over his shoulders to clutch at his back.

She feels so enveloped, and safe, and warm. She really can't regret anything that lead to this moment.]

[Oh, no that squeak was cute. It's hard not to smile at that, to laugh against her lips even with goosebumps prickling up along his back as her fingers search for purchase.

[Once the brief bit of laughter stops, he leans back into the kiss with a bit of renewed fire. Instead of the slow, gentle feeling out of their previous kiss, he takes it as deep as he can until he needs to break for air.

[When he does, he adjusts, getting his knees under him and working his hands out from underneath her -- realizing about then that she'd inadvertently tugged his shirt out of his belt. Once he's got his hands free, he leans in for another kiss - briefer this time - and pulls back just enough to undo the top button on her blouse.]

[She can't even scold him for laughing at her, she's so focused on him. As she feels his shirt side up, she instinctively reaches lower, hands slipping under his shirt so she can touch the bare skin of his back.

Once he breaks off the brief kiss, red eyes open, and she watches him through a half-liddled gaze. She reaches to loosen and unfasten his belt, still mostly keeping her eyes fixed on his.]

Go ahead.

[The way that she's staring up at him, eyeing him with completely undisguised desire, takes the breath right out of him even before she starts to remove his belt. His teeth drag across his bottom lip, biting into a grin that's as coquettish as it is genuinely excited.

[Just looking at him, it's easy to see all the little gears turning in his head as he nods, unable to pry his eyes away from hers until he's fumbled with the buttons on her blouse long enough that it's clear he needs to focus on that.]

[The sheer focus it's taking for him to unfasten each individual button on her blouse has her biting her lip -- in her case, to suppress a laugh. It's something so silly and mundane. Definitely not something they'd bother to show in the kind of romantic movies Ann likes to watch.

She's wearing a plain white bra underneath her blouse; no fancy lingerie here when she's never had her underwear on show before. Once his belt is unfastened she reaches for his fly next, though she won't take things any further than that just yet.]

[It's hard to undo someone else's buttons without looking, okay? Even when you're as proficient as he is.

[Her fingers brushing over his fly sends an electric tingle of excitement racing across his skin, and even before she works down his zipper she'll be able to feel just how eager he is.

[And, plain or not, the way that he's looking at her - eyes wandering over all the newly exposed skin as he opens her shirt ...

[It looks good on her. Really good.]

[So far she's managed to steel her nerves, but as she unfastens his fly she sees something distinctly happy to see her, and her fingertips accidentally brush against it too.]

U-um...

[She almost blurts out an apology, until she sees the expression on his face as his eyes rove all over her. God, she already feels naked with the way he's looking. ]

[He catches that sudden shift in her expression, and his own becomes decidedly less lascivious.]

You okay?

[He stops. No wandering eyes, no wandering hands, just a quick pause in case she wants to stop.

Y-yeah, it's just that I accidentally touched... y-you know...

[Barely. While undoing his fly. But she feels like she did something terribly Lewd (TM) anyway.]

I'm sorry, I'm not trying to kill the mood. It's just-- new?

No, no, I ... I get it.

[Ren might have more experience than she does ... but it still isn't much in the grand scheme of things. His natural confidence might be carrying him a lot of the way, but those nerves from before are still there - especially now that he isn't swept up in the heat of the moment.]

If you need, we can slow down.

I don't want to stop.

[She reassures him, reaching up to cup his cheek.] But maybe you could-- um-- touch me first? Show me how it's done...?

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