[Thread] No touchie

[goggles_win]

Characters: AU!Matt and AU!Mello, open to OU!Mello
Where: Ast-Dyo
When: After the love potion plot starts
Summary: Mello convinced Matt to come hang out, Matt's ready to put a boot to his head if he tries anything.
Warnings: Horny Mello, defensive Matt

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Mello couldn't promise not to hit on her, but at the very least he was going to try avoiding it. Hopefully avoiding direct eye contact would alleviate the temptation. "Come in." He called from the living area. He had already braced himself, and didn't want to risk jumping her at the door. After all, it had been a while since he had seen her. He had been busy cleaning up the floor in the office building to set up the game room and bar.

"Hey, Matt." He greeted when she entered. He was leaning back against the couch. The lack of shirt was due to the fact he was literally hot. It was obvious he was trying to control himself. He did have the ability to control his impulses, despite the fact it was very difficult for him to accomplish that.

Hopefully he would manage to hold back until she left.

[goggles_win]

Opening the door cautiously she stepped in, glancing around the room and noting that there was no one else here, in this room at least. "Hi Mello." She nodded, giving him a brief glance and noting the lack of shirt. "..."

She shut the door behind her and walked over, pointedly not sitting on the couch next to him, instead she took up of the chairs opposite. Matt didn't want it to look like she didn't trust him... but there was a difference between trusting someone when they were completely rational and when they had inhaled a powerful seeming aphrodisiac. Even if the cuff's wouldn't let him get away with too much, there was no reason to leave herself open to getting groped either.

"So..." Matt glanced across at him curiously, "What do you want to do?" A slight narrowing of her eyes warned him against any suggestions that might immediately come to mind. It was a normal enough question anyway, in a place that suffered from a distinct lack of things to do.

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"We can just talk if you want." His eyes were fixed on her shoes, trying desperately not to look up, lest the barely tamable desires rise again. It was bad enough he thought of her and her long-gone twin. He had to mentally curse his own twin for ever putting the thought into his head.

He swallowed, a bit of disappointment mixed with relief by the fact she was sitting across from him. He liked when she was close. It made him feel more at ease about this place, but he knew she was just being cautious. He was in a strange and uncomfortable pedicament right now.

He'd trade this for being a female any day.

[goggles_win]

"Sure," she nodded, talking was fine, "What about?" Just finding a subject would be hard work though. There wasn't much to talk about, finding a subject that would somehow not lead back to sex and what was going on around here, or wind up being about the things that had left the two of them feeling more than a little depressed the past two months. At times like this, Matt hated Econtra more than ever.

If they'd just let them have some games, or films... something to focus on and blank out everything else. Of course there was the 'traditional' pasttimes of reading books or non-electronic games, something Matt was sure she was steadily creeping closer to trying everyday. That was a depressing thought. So many games she hadn't played...

Where's the other Mello and erm... your other roommates?" She asked, they might just be in the bedrooms or something.