I think you can tell, [He replies, almost shyly, but he knows that's not the answer she's looking for. That's Rita for you, always collecting data.]
I never thought I'd do it either.
[Moving to Sotoba killed whatever childish fantasies he had at the time. His sole focus was leaving the boonies - even his feelings for Tohru were pushes somewhere to the back of his mind. Then he turned, and stopped thinking about a future at all. Only here, recently, did he allow himself to want again.]
It -
[She wants details, but how can he describe a want?]
Makes me want more. The more I touch you, I want to be closer.
[Her eyes crinkle with her smile, because they both know she can tell--and oh, now that the surprise and most of the awkwardness has passed, she's finding she rather likes this feeling...the satisfaction of knowing just who and what he's responding to, feeling exactly how much he likes their explorations.
...She can imagine the multiple meanings that lie behind his I never thought I'd do it either. She remembers how he called himself a monster, that he died and wasn't ever supposed to come back, and--she leans forward so their foreheads are touching, noses brushing each other. Who he is has always mattered. She loves who he is.
And she loves him for trying to put something so difficult to describe into words, because sometimes it is so hard to qualify something as more than a like or a want. The answer he comes to...makes her heart flutter, pleasant warmth flooding her veins.]
...Yeah, I think...that sounds about right for me, too. So... [Closer, hm? They certainly have...options.] We could...lie down, or... I could, you know--take off your shirt?
[A tiny, joyous laugh escapes her at his kiss, and her eyes light up all over again with anticipation, even as a faint new blush comes to her face to hear him say please.]
Since you asked so nicely...like a good boy, then... [Her slips her hands out from under his shirt--part of her misses the contact already, but it's only temporary, after all. Her fingers find the topmost button, and she begins steadily unfastening them, neither languid nor rushed. Once the last one is done, she pushes the shirt off his shoulders, and pulls back from his face just enough to get a better look at him.
Her mouth feels surprisingly dry, glancing over his lean form.]
Wow, you're really... I never expected to say this about someone, but you're... [He's Natsuno. Attractive, cute, beautiful, handsome, elegant--what does she choose, except for-] I think...you're perfect.
--You know, as close to perfection as a person can come! [Just. A very brief moment of flustered rambling.]
[Good boy. Natsuno gulps visibly when she starts unbuttoning his shirt. His gaze moves from her working hands to her face, both entranced and flustered and quite possibly forgetting how to breathe. He was going to wait for her, but once the shirt is unbuttoned he joins in shrugging it off.
To see Rita look at him like this - it's almost unreal to think that expression is directed at him. He wants to see more of it. He wants her to touch him and look at him and tell him how it makes her feel.]
Well... only blastia are really perfect.
[He's still flattered and honored to be so close behind! Watching Rita's face as she looks him over is wonderful, but the small distance between them... not so much. Natsuno slides his hands over Rita's sides, from her thighs to under her shirt, pulling her close to bask in the new sensation. For a moment it seems like he's about to kiss her again, but he shifts his weight back instead, falling on the bed with her on top of him.
[She grins, shivering in delight as his hands glide over her, and she's happily leaning in, parting her lips to kiss him-
And instead giving a surprised yelp when he gives them up to gravity--which quickly changes to a short burst of delighted laughter as she ends up with hands planted on his bare chest and noses just inches apart.]
Heh...I don't know, I think I'd actually pick you over a blastia. [Of course she'd pick him, if she had to choose. They'll always be an important part of her, but they can't even hope to measure up to the Natsuno-sized space in her heart by now.
And after she says that, well--now is just the perfect time to get that kiss he teased her with before, so she's going to do just that.]
[One shouldn't be so emotional after a girl says she'd pick him over magic rocks, but this is the multidimensional bullshit ship and Natsuno's heart swells.
Other stuff swell when she's on top of him like this, hands on his chest, but this time he's almost over the awkwardness.
No more teasing - his lips part against hers in a languid kiss. Natsuno rests his hands on her butt to press her even closer, then slides them under her shirt. He tugs the hem gently, a question. Can I?]
[She feels it too, being pressed so close, but now that she knows and they're mostly past that embarrassing first discovery, she just smiles softly--he's happy, and that makes her happy in turn. So, so happy, because he's worth it, and she loves him more than she ever thought it was possible to love someone.
Other things she thought weren't possible before: not minding anyone's hands on her butt, yet Natsuno continues to defy the natural laws of existence. Instead, she's all too happy to press close, until she feels the gentle tug on her shirt and pulls back from the kiss apologetically. Not because she isn't ready to match his level of undress, but because those overall straps are really in the way.]
Just a second--I really should've worn something more...
[Not that she necessarily expected them to be taking off clothes together, but anyways--she sits back up, just enough to shove the straps off her shoulders and pull her arms out, and then...she smiles more shyly at him this time, but nods. Go ahead.]
[He smiles back just as shyly, but also absolutely delighted. He pulls the hem up slowly, trying to make it as smooth as possible - it'll be embarrassing if her head gets stuck! Once it's done Natsuno takes a moment to simply look at her. Flushed cheeks, hair tousled and her body...
Natsuno has been thinking about it every time she wore her sailor outfit, trying not to stare too much at Rita's exposed skin, wishing he could see more.
His eyes brighten, pupils dilating. He's drunk on love and attraction and he isn't coming down from the high any time soon. When he speaks, it's breathy.]
You're beautiful.
[Perfect. But as much as he enjoys to behold her, he's already missing the contact, so he wraps his arms over her exposed back to pull her down.]
[There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Nothing to be flustered over, especially not with Natsuno--bodies are just bodies, and there's nothing wrong with hers, and she wants this, okay! Yet, still--it's hard not to be flustered as he painstakingly, carefully tugs her shirt away, and then she's sitting topless in his lap, face very red as cool air rushes over her skin--but that won't stop her from puffing out her small chest with pride.
Besides, Natsuno's reaction--even before he speaks--is everything. Her heart swells, expression softening from embarrassed pride to lovingly shy.]
...And you have good taste.
[It's the sort of thing she might usually say with way more boldness, but here...she really is happy to hear that from him. Her Natsuno, so sweet and perfect... She's all too happy to be pulled down, planting one of her elbows on the bed so her hand can tousle in his hair as bare skin meets bare skin and she shivers in delight.]
You're wonderful, Natsuno. [She likes saying his name like this. And she can't help but kiss him again.]
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I never thought I'd do it either.
[Moving to Sotoba killed whatever childish fantasies he had at the time. His sole focus was leaving the boonies - even his feelings for Tohru were pushes somewhere to the back of his mind. Then he turned, and stopped thinking about a future at all. Only here, recently, did he allow himself to want again.]
It -
[She wants details, but how can he describe a want?]
Makes me want more. The more I touch you, I want to be closer.
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...She can imagine the multiple meanings that lie behind his I never thought I'd do it either. She remembers how he called himself a monster, that he died and wasn't ever supposed to come back, and--she leans forward so their foreheads are touching, noses brushing each other. Who he is has always mattered. She loves who he is.
And she loves him for trying to put something so difficult to describe into words, because sometimes it is so hard to qualify something as more than a like or a want. The answer he comes to...makes her heart flutter, pleasant warmth flooding her veins.]
...Yeah, I think...that sounds about right for me, too. So... [Closer, hm? They certainly have...options.] We could...lie down, or... I could, you know--take off your shirt?
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Yeah, [He says immediately. A brief pause and he clarifies:] To both. Please.
[The thought of her taking control again to do it for him is already sending electric tingles through his body.]
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Since you asked so nicely...like a good boy, then... [Her slips her hands out from under his shirt--part of her misses the contact already, but it's only temporary, after all. Her fingers find the topmost button, and she begins steadily unfastening them, neither languid nor rushed. Once the last one is done, she pushes the shirt off his shoulders, and pulls back from his face just enough to get a better look at him.
Her mouth feels surprisingly dry, glancing over his lean form.]
Wow, you're really... I never expected to say this about someone, but you're... [He's Natsuno. Attractive, cute, beautiful, handsome, elegant--what does she choose, except for-] I think...you're perfect.
--You know, as close to perfection as a person can come! [Just. A very brief moment of flustered rambling.]
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To see Rita look at him like this - it's almost unreal to think that expression is directed at him. He wants to see more of it. He wants her to touch him and look at him and tell him how it makes her feel.]
Well... only blastia are really perfect.
[He's still flattered and honored to be so close behind! Watching Rita's face as she looks him over is wonderful, but the small distance between them... not so much. Natsuno slides his hands over Rita's sides, from her thighs to under her shirt, pulling her close to bask in the new sensation. For a moment it seems like he's about to kiss her again, but he shifts his weight back instead, falling on the bed with her on top of him.
He's grinning. Both, please.]
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And instead giving a surprised yelp when he gives them up to gravity--which quickly changes to a short burst of delighted laughter as she ends up with hands planted on his bare chest and noses just inches apart.]
Heh...I don't know, I think I'd actually pick you over a blastia. [Of course she'd pick him, if she had to choose. They'll always be an important part of her, but they can't even hope to measure up to the Natsuno-sized space in her heart by now.
And after she says that, well--now is just the perfect time to get that kiss he teased her with before, so she's going to do just that.]
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Other stuff swell when she's on top of him like this, hands on his chest, but this time he's almost over the awkwardness.
No more teasing - his lips part against hers in a languid kiss. Natsuno rests his hands on her butt to press her even closer, then slides them under her shirt. He tugs the hem gently, a question. Can I?]
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Other things she thought weren't possible before: not minding anyone's hands on her butt, yet Natsuno continues to defy the natural laws of existence. Instead, she's all too happy to press close, until she feels the gentle tug on her shirt and pulls back from the kiss apologetically. Not because she isn't ready to match his level of undress, but because those overall straps are really in the way.]
Just a second--I really should've worn something more...
[Not that she necessarily expected them to be taking off clothes together, but anyways--she sits back up, just enough to shove the straps off her shoulders and pull her arms out, and then...she smiles more shyly at him this time, but nods. Go ahead.]
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Natsuno has been thinking about it every time she wore her sailor outfit, trying not to stare too much at Rita's exposed skin, wishing he could see more.
His eyes brighten, pupils dilating. He's drunk on love and attraction and he isn't coming down from the high any time soon. When he speaks, it's breathy.]
You're beautiful.
[Perfect. But as much as he enjoys to behold her, he's already missing the contact, so he wraps his arms over her exposed back to pull her down.]
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Besides, Natsuno's reaction--even before he speaks--is everything. Her heart swells, expression softening from embarrassed pride to lovingly shy.]
...And you have good taste.
[It's the sort of thing she might usually say with way more boldness, but here...she really is happy to hear that from him. Her Natsuno, so sweet and perfect... She's all too happy to be pulled down, planting one of her elbows on the bed so her hand can tousle in his hair as bare skin meets bare skin and she shivers in delight.]
You're wonderful, Natsuno. [She likes saying his name like this. And she can't help but kiss him again.]