OOC: LOG! Kamio and An!
Who: Kamio and An
What: SLEEPOVER!
Where: The Tachibana residence
When: October 20th. Shut up. It took a long time.
Why: An's parents were out of town. >.>
Notes: This is frigging huge. Over 10,000 words. And in two parts because LJ wouldn't let us do the whole thing. So...yeah. It's ridiculous. Enjoy. Rated...PG-13 I suppose? Soft R, maybe?
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An: *Wriggles into one of the new skirts Ginny had her buy for the "wiggle factor" and runs the brush through her hair one last time* *Is not going to stand by the door and wait for Akira* *perches at top of stairs instead*
Kamio: *stands in front of the door for a long moment and fidgets with the strap of the bag he's brought along with his (dkjfhakwehf) pajamas and stuff in it* *sighs and finally rings the doorbell*
An: *practically launches herself down the stairs* *counts to ten--then another twenty to be safe--before running the rest of the way downstairs and throwing open the door* Hey. *tries really hard not to stare at Kamio's overnight bag*
Kamio: *blushes and smiles* Hey.
An: Come on in. I ordered pizza, and there's ice cream and cookies for later.
Kamio: *comes in, visibly relaxing a bit* Ooh. Food. *grins*
An: *pokes his stomach* Bottomless pit! I'd be afraid you'd start gnawing on end tables if I didn't feed you. *So not looking at his overnight bag*
Kamio: *notices her not looking at his overnight bag* *blushes again* Uh...right. What should I do with this?
An: *Busted!* Um...you can toss it in a chair or take it upstairs. *BLUSHES*
Kamio: *blushes harder* Uh. Well. Right. I'll...uh... *throws it on a chair and decides to deal with it later*
An: *Looks at Kamio, then at the bag, then back at Kamio* *Bursts out laughing* We're hopeless! *Suddenly engulfs him in a hug* I'm glad you're here.
Kamio: *is still blushing, but hugs her back tightly* Yeah. Thanks for inviting me.
An: *feels stupidly shy and leans her forehead against his chest* Listen to us! So formal.
Kamio: *smiles and pulls away enough to lean down and kiss her softly* Hi.
An: *sighs happily and leans into his kiss* Hi yourself. Pizza's on the coffee table. Help yourself before your stomach starts making scary noises.
Kamio: *hugs her tightly for another moment and then speeds off to the coffee table* This smells freaking delicious. *GRABS A SLICE AND CHOWS DOWN*
An: *heads for kitchen* What do you want to drink? *not very hungry--too many butterflies flitting around in her stomach at the thought of OMG AKIRA SLEEPING OVER!
Kamio: *is a boy and can eat no matter what his emotional state *\o/* * Do you have juice?
An: I have apple and white grape. *rummages in fridge and grabs both bottles and a couple of glasses* We can have hot chocolate later, but that would just be gross with pizza.
Kamio: Can I mix them together? *takes a giant bite of pizza*
An: *considers* Gapple? Go right ahead. *starts to set the bottles on the coffee table--remembers what Ginny taught her--and puts it to use* *WIGGLE FACTOR*
Kamio: *smiles* It would either be Grapple or Appape. Grapple sounds better but that's already a word. *notices said Wiggle Factor* *nearly catches on fire blushing and tries not to stare but fails*
An: *realizes Ginny didn't tell her about this part and decides to brazen her way through* Grapple sounds like it would fight your throat on the way down! *grabs the DVD from on top of the television, bends over slooowly and slides it into the player*
Kamio: *gets an embarrassing erection which he is very glad is hidden, because he is sitting on the floor behind the coffee table* *makes an odd strangled sort of sound in lieu of a reply*
An: *oblivious* I can't believe you've never seen the Mad Max movies. They're awful and wonderful both. *plops down next to him and tugs a throw off of the couch* We'll be ready for the kotatsu in another month.
Kamio: *nods, panicking slightly at her proximity and attempting to regain his composure by thinking about things that are distinctly not arousing*
An: *leans across Kamio to nab a small piece of pizza so he won't notice she's not eating* *settles back, snuggles against him and hits PLAY*
Kamio: *more panicking as she leans over him, but she doesn't notice and he's starting to be able to control himself, and OMG CRISIS AVERTED* *sighs in relief and snuggles back against her and gets comfy for movie-watching*
An: *cuddles* Mmmmm...wanna play a game?
Kamio: *cuddles back* What sort of a game?
An: *feeling wicked* Oh...dunno. How 'bout a kiss every time there's a car crash? *walks her fingers across Akira's stomach*
Kamio: *stomach muscles tighten in another panicky moment, but all is well* Uh... *blushes* Are there a lot of car crashes, then?
An: *ponders* One or two. I mean...Road Warrior? *snuggles against him, both arms around his waist now* Enough to make it interesting.
Kamio: *smiles* What's with you and games?
An: *sticks out her tongue* What's with you and not wanting to play them? Afraid you'll lose, Rhythm Boy?
Kamio: *rolls his eyes* A kiss for every car crash isn't a win or lose game, An-chan.
An: *positive it was win:win* What? You want me to bite you instead? *nibbles his neck* How would you make it a competition?
Kamio: *shivers* I didn't say that it had to be a competition, just that I can't lose if it's not. Which is a good thing.
An: We could count the car crashes and you can kiss me that many times when the movie's over. *hopeful*
Kamio: An...I would kiss you 100 times whether there were any car crashes or not.
An: *grins* But what if there are only 75? That would be cheating! *thinks she'd die on the spot if he kissed her 100 times in a row*
Kamio: *smiles* What happens if I cheat?
An: Dunno. Something awful. Warts. Pollywogs. Unsightly rash. *snuggles down again to watch the movie* Look at that. Mel was pretty hot when he was young. *eyes Kamio* You could so work that leather.
Kamio: *laughs* I wasn't aware that these games of yours had supernatural repercussions. I guess I should be careful then. If there are only five car crashes you only get five kisses. *snuggles as well* *blushes* You think so?
An: *pouts* There had better be more than five car crashes! *realizes she won't be the only person enjoying Kamio in leather* Maybe you should wear something nice and baggy instead.
Kamio: *shrugs* You're the one who's such a stickler about the rules! *confused* ...why the change of heart?
An: Fine. They had better be the five longest kisses in history. *suddenly finds the antics of the Nightrider and the MFP fascinating* I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said you'd be more comfortable? *BLUSH*
Kamio: *smirks* The world record for the longest kiss is 30 hours, 59 minutes, and 27 seconds. *still confused* What?
An: You--you made that up! *attacks him with tickles hoping the distraction will work*
Kamio: *laughs* Did not! It's in the Guinness Book of World Records! I was looking up all the speed ones, and I got curious so I looked up that one too.
An: *pauses mid-attack* Really? It can't have been a real kiss. I bet they said it was a kiss so long as their lips touched. That's not kissing. *tilts head and smiles at Kamio* Kissing should be fun.
Kamio: Yeah, I wondered about that. I was also thinking about what if they had to go to the bathroom in the middle, or did they sleep? Like maybe one of them would sleep while the other made sure their lips were still touching. *smiles* And that doesn't sound like very much fun at all.
An: Ew! I don't care how good a kisser you are, I am not kissing you while you go to the bathroom. Just...ew. *scrunches up face in disgust* That's not real kissing. I wonder how long the longest real kiss lasted?
Kamio: Oh, god, don't even say that. *blushes* ...wait, you think I'm a good kisser? *smirks* And I don't think most people are timing themselves when they're really kissing.
An: *laughs* You're the one who wondered about the particulars and--*blushes* --um...yes? Anyway, I don't think I could get in the mood if I was being timed. Could you? *catches Kamio smirking and taps his forehead* Don't let it go to your head, Rhythm Boy. Not like I have scads of experience to judge from. *finds Max and The Toecutter Gang suddenly fascinating*
Kamio: *still smirking and watches her watch the movie*
An: *pointedly ignores him* *for about ten seconds* *glares* What?!!
Kamio: *cuddles and goes back to watching the movie* Nothing.
An: *pouts for a bit, then brightens* I've counted fifteen car wrecks so far.
Kamio: Only fifteen?
An: *smirks some herself* Why? You were keeping track?
Kamio: I already lost count.
An: Hah! No kisses for you! *watches Mel walk down the middle of the highway, glances at Kamio, back at the TV, and frowns* Maybe leather's not such a good idea.
Kamio: That means no kisses for you either, you know. *sticks out his tongue* *confused again* Why not?
An: *grabs at his tongue and misses* I still get my fifteen. I'm counting. *pulls knees up to chest and hides her face against them* don't want everyone watching you *BLUSH*
Kamio: *laughs* Well then I get fifteen too! *smiles and leans in* So you'd rather I wear a potato sack, then?
An: *raises head* But I'm the only one who gets to enjoy them! *catches breath when she notices Akira so close* I... *blinks and attempts to get her train of thought back on the rails* ...maybe? Or maybe I'll have to get myself a little crossbow like Tina has to ward off gawkers. Or hang a sign around your neck: MINE.
Kamio: Okay then, I'll make sure not to enjoy them at all. *kisses her cheek playfully* Or maybe I’ll just wear a nametag that says "I belong to An-chan"
An: Good. Think of something gross like pig guts or Atobe having his pores cleansed. Any enjoyment on your part will be severely penalized. *turns to face him and slides her arms around his neck* Severely. *nips his throat, pulls back and winks* A nametag might work, but you'll have to pin it to your back pocket.
Kamio: You want me to think about Atobe while I'm kissing you? *puts his arms around her waist* Why, does my butt belong to you especially?
An: Ew. Point. I tried to think of gross things, and that came to mind. *kind of accidentally on purpose sprawls across him* Great. Now I have this vision of me carrying around your butt in my purse--not the rest of you--just your butt. *can't stop laughing* Not that it isn't quite a nice butt, but I like all of you, not just your parts*
Kamio: *doesn't mind her sprawling over him one bit* I could think about Atobe when I'm kissing you if you want me to. *sticks out his tongue* Then why the nametag on my butt?
An: Because, if you're wearing tight leather pants, what do you think everyone will be looking at? *grabs for his tongue*
Kamio: *evades An's grabby hands* I don't think that most people are as interested in my butt as you are. *tickles her ribs lightly*
An: What makes you-- *squeals and retaliates* --hahahaha--dammit stoppit!--think I'm interested in your *gasp* butt?!!
Kamio: *laughs and grabs An's wrists so she can't tickle back* Nothing. Why, do you not like it?
An: *lies across Kamio, still laughing* It's tolerable, but only just. *pants and tries to catch her breath* I'm not trapped, you know. Bet I can make you let me go.
Kamio: *fake-pouts* Well, then I suppose I'll have to run more to tone it better. *lets go of her wrists* I know, I was just trying to keep you from tickling me. *wraps his arms around her waist and nuzzles her cheek*
An: *had so planned on kissing him until he let her go, darn it* 'Bout time. We all know how hard it is to get your lazybones up and out of a chair. *makes happy noises and tilts her head to give Akira more access*
Kamio: *expected violence* I know, I'm such a couch potato. *nips lightly at her jaw*
An: *uses her freedom to tickle him again* I refuse to dress up as Mr. and Mrs. Potatohead!
Kamio: *grabs her wrists again and fake-glares* Well there goes my costume idea.
An: Which part did you like best--the bacon bits or being slathered in sour cream?
Kamio: Hahaha that's disgusting! *kisses her cheek quickly and playfully*
An: Good, because I wasn't about to lick it off. Not sour cream, anyway. *turns face and intercepts his lips with her own*
Kamio: *kisses her back* Mmm. Whipped cream? *smirks*
An: *gives as good--if not better--than she gets and waits for him to release her wrists* There's homemade whipped cream in the fridge. I made it for hot chocolate.
Kamio: Is there? *doesn't let go and kisses her again*
An: Mmmmm.... *starting to forget what they were talking about* *comes up for air* Chocolate sauce, too. For ice cream.
Kamio: *hasn't forgotten what they were talking about* *blushes deeply* What? Chocolate sauce?
An: *whispers* ...and whipped cream. *lays a path of nipping kisses along his jaw to his ear and tugs gently on his earlobe with her teeth*
Kamio: *makes a sort of odd moaning sound* You said whipped cream already. *voice cracks in the middle of that*
An: *believes she must be doing something wrong if Akira is thinking about food right now* *kisses her way back along his jaw until her lips hover just close enough so he can feel them move as she speaks* I did. You hungry?
Kamio: No. *closes the distance and kisses her hard*
An: *whimpers and kisses him back* *shifts so she lies even more on top of him*
Kamio: *leans back against the couch so he's almost lying down all the way* *brings a hand up to her face and deepens the kiss*
An: *yay, one hand free* *remembers this was important, but not nearly as important as kissing Akira* *slides her free hand up his chest, around his neck and sinks her fingers in his hair*
Kamio: *sighs though his nose and lets go of her other wrist to wrap his arm around her and pull her closer*
An: *combs her fingers through his hair and slips her other hand under his shirt to stroke the skin along his waist*
Kamio: *stomach muscles twitch and he makes a small noise* *bites her lower lip playfully*
An: *pulls back a little and grins* You sure you're not hungry? *runs both hands down his arms and twines her fingers with his* *winks mischievously and straddles him, stretching his arms above his head* Gotchya now! *leans forward and nips his neck--harder this time* You're not the only one hungry around here.
Kamio: *gasps* What are you hungry for?
An: *kisses a path down his Adam's apple and lower, nudging the collar of his shirt aside* Quiet you. Maybe I'll give you that nametag.
Kamio: *whines softly* Because I belong to you?
An: *pauses and looks up at him* *smiles softly* Do you? I hope you do.
Kamio: *nods* Yes. Does that mean that you belong to me too?
An: *rains soft kisses along his throat and moves up a little so she can brush her lips over his* I do.
Kamio: *brings one hand to the back of her head to pull her lips to his* *keeses* Amazing.
An: *laughs softly when they come up for air* What's amazing? The fact that you just talked your way out of a love bite? *takes his lower lip between hers and sucks it between her own*
Kamio: I did? *smiles and whines softly again when she sucks on his lip* No...just...that you're here. With me.
An: *runs her tongue across his lips* Mmmmm. You kept talking about nametags, and it seemed like a good idea. And fun. Just as well. Not sure I know how to give one anyway. *kisses him* Goof. And you wonder why I call you crazy!
Kamio: I don't think it's hard. *kisses her* Oh shaddap. *kisses her again*
An: *whimpers a little and parts his lips with her tongue*
Kamio: *lets her, stroking her tongue lightly with his*
An: *cups Akira's face in her hands and strokes her fingers across his cheekbones as she deepens the kiss, circling her tongue around his*
Kamio: *kisses her back a little harder, and slips the fingers of one hand up under the hem of her shirt, lightly ghosting along the skin of her back*
An: *concentrates on the feel and scent and taste of him, whimpering at his touch, her skin fluttering beneath his fingers*
Kamio: *slides his hand further up her shirt and splays his fingers on her back, breaking the kiss to press small, soft kisses along her jaw*
An: *gasps and tilts her chin so he can reach her throat* 'Kira...so good. *sighs happily and rubs her back against his hand* *has just enough presence of mind to murmur* Comfortable? We can move up to the couch.
Kamio: *nips at her throat* Uh...yeah, couch is probably good.
An: 'Kay. *pouts a little* Guess I have to move first, huh? *sighs and rolls to the side, glances at the couch and arrives at the horrible realization she doesn't know what to do--lie down? Wait for Akira? Sit on one of the cushions?* *stares at the TV screen and pretends she isn't turning a million shades of red right now*
Kamio: *sits up and starts pushing himself up on the couch* *pauses when he realizes that she's not coming with him* ...what's wrong?
An: *shakes her head, not looking at him, and stands in one fluid motion* Nothing. Just-- *sighs and raises his head so he can see her pink cheeks* I realized I didn't know what to do next. *blushes harder but starts laughing at herself, too, and settles on the couch with Akira* I am such an idiot.
Kamio: *smiles, blushing a bit too* And you think I do? *leans over to kiss her, taking her chin gently in one hand* Just go with the flow.
An: *practically beams at him* I like the flow. I'm great with the flow. It's the stopping to think that messes me up. *slides her arms around him* So maybe you should find a way to keep me from thinking.
Kamio: No more thinking. *kisses her again, gently pushing her back until she's lying on the couch with him hovering over her*
An: Good. *runs her hands down his torso, gently massaging the muscles of his chest and enjoying the way he feels* Real good. *sighs with pleasure*
Kamio: Yeah? *trails a little lines of kisses down the column of her throat*
An: Yeah. *glides her hands further down his torso and traces one finger along the hemline of his shirt before slipping her hands underneath and back up over his bare skin*
Kamio: *shivers and sucks lightly at her pulse point* *lets one hand push the hem of her shirt up just the tiniest bit*
An: *wants--needs--to touch him all over* *moves one hand around his back, catching his shirt on her elbow and baring his back and belly* *moans softly and slips her hand out from under his collar and so she can sink her fingers into his hair* Don't stop.
Kamio: *stops...for a moment, to pull back and pull his shirt over his head so it's not bunched up around his shoulders* *tosses the shirt haphazardly somewhere random and then leans back in to kiss her hard on the mouth*
An: *blinks stupidly and reaches for him, murmuring a protest that turns into approval of his suddenly bared torso* *with a little purr of pleasure, teases his tongue further into her mouth and sucks on it*
Kamio: *makes a soft groaning noise and lets his fingers find their way back to the hem of her shirt, which he pushes up sort of roughly, curling his fingers around her ribcage*
An: *breaks the kiss and, breathing in shallow gasps, locks gazes with his* *Maintains eye contact, licks her lips, and glides one trembling hand slowly along his ribs*
Kamio: *keeps eye contact with her, breathing heavily, not quite sure of what she's doing, but just enjoying the feeling of her fingers on his bare skin*
An: *not sure what she's doing herself other than learning how Akira likes to be touched and enjoying the play of his muscles under her hands* *swallows nervously and brushes her fingers around his side and along his belly just above his waistband*
Kamio: *breath hitches and the muscles of his stomach twitch nervously*
An: *balls her fingers into a fist and stops dead* Is--is this okay?
Kamio: *leans in and kisses her forehead and slides the hand under her shirt up just a little bit more* No thinking.
An: *nods trustingly* Alright. No thinking. But you--*gasps as his hand moves along her bare skin* --tell me if I do something you don't like, okay? *finds it nigh impossible to catch her breath as she splays her fingers over his stomach and rubs the tense muscles there*
Kamio: Okay. *shivers and lets his hand slide up more so it's barely touching the edge of her bra*
An: *runs both hands up his belly over his chest and around his shoulders in slow, sweeping arcs* Touch me.
Kamio: *smiles* I am touching you. *knows what she really meant, though, and slides his hand up a bit further to cup her breast lightly*
An: *lets her eyes fall shut in a slow blink and arches into his hand* You're turning into such a tease. *smiles and rises up to nuzzle his throat* I think I like it.
Kamio: *smirks and runs his thumb lightly over her nipple through her bra* Oh you do, do you? *arches his neck slightly to let her have more space to nuzzle*
An: Or maybe not--!! *gasps as his touch ignites heat that blazes through her* *drags her teeth teasingly along his skin and rubs trembling hands across his chest*
Kamio: No? *takes in a sharp intake of breath as she touches him, and cups her breast again, squeezing gently*
An: *whimpers and shifts her legs restlessly* Jury's out--guess you'll have to keep it up until I decide. *brushes her fingers across his nipples*
Kamio: *smirks again* I can do that. *leans down to kiss her as he lets the fingers of his other hand just brush her stomach lightly, making a small noise at her light touch*
An: *skin flutters when his fingers skid across her stomach, and she moans softly and kisses him back hard*
Kamio: *slides the first hand out from under her shirt to tilt her head up to kiss her better, while the other slides higher up under her shirt*
An: *bends one knee and rubs her leg against his thigh, making little purring noises as the kiss deepens*
Kamio: *gasps at the unexpected tingle that goes through his body at her movement, and kisses her more urgently*
An: *moans deeply and wraps her arms around him, one hand threading through his hair and pulling him closer while the other one ghosts down his spine and caresses the baby soft hairs at the small of his back*
Kamio: *lets himself be pulled down a little bit and shivers at her touch, unable to keep from making a little pleased noise into her mouth* *slides his hand further up to gently trace her ribcage*
An: *tears mouth away from his* Too many clothes! *rains kisses along his jaw*
Kamio: *smiles and balances better on his knees so he can pull back enough to start pulling An's shirt over her head*
An: *lifts up so Akira can ease her shirt past her shoulders and over her head, leaving her only in her skirt and lacy black bra.* *shivers slightly as the cool air hits her overheated skin*
Kamio: *tosses her shirt in the same direction as his went* *raises an eyebrow at the lacy bra* *slides a finger under one of the straps and slides it along the strap, with a little smirk* New?
An: *blushes and nods* Do...do you like it? *wonders if he can hear her heart pounding in her chest*
Kamio: *smiles, his blush finally catching up with him, and nods back*
An: *gently pushes the hair from his face and smiles at him, a wealth of emotions in her eyes, and whispers* Then it was worth it.
Kamio: *smiles down at her for a moment before leaning down to kiss her softly*
An: *lips tremble beneath his a moment before she deepens the kiss, making happy little noises in her throat at the skin-to-skin contact*
Kamio: *is also enjoying the skin-to-skin contact, and An's little sounds are making his heart beat even faster, and he deepens the kiss again, moving his lips against hers almost roughly*
An: *responding to his passion, tangles her tongue with his and kisses him fiercely, drawing her nails down his back*
Kamio: *moans and reaches to tilt her head back a little so their mouths fit together perfectly, letting his other hand slide up her side*
An: *runs one hand up and down his spine and ghosts the other along his ribs and then between them to stroke his stomach*
Kamio: *slides his hand higher to cup her breast, kneading it gently, as her fingers leave little trails of fire wherever she's touched him*
An: 'Kira...more. *wriggles beneath him in an attempt to touch as much of him as she can, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close*
Kamio: *slides his hand under her, blushing furiously, and starts attempting to unhook her bra*
An: *feels his fingers at her back and realizes he's a man with a mission* Um...maybe if you sat back you could see better...? *blushes furiously and bites lower lip in an attempt to quelch nervous laughter*
Kamio: *frowns* Shh! *tries harder, but is not successful just yet*
An: *is nearly overwhelmed by how much she cares for him, and presses soft kisses along his jaw and neck, pulling herself as close to him as possible to make his task easier*
Kamio: *gives up for a second and hugs her to him, nuzzling her hair a bit* *gets the hook undone easily now *\o/* *
An: *shakes with laughter and something more* You did it! *sits back so she can see him better, broad smile fading a bit with a sudden attack of shyness*
Kamio: *smiles down at her in triumph* I did! *blushes back* *slides the straps of the bra down her arms slowly, asking for permission with his eyes*
An: *nods shyly, scarcely able to breathe, and watches him intently*
Kamio: *slides the straps all the way down her arms while keeping eye contact* *blushes hard, feeling weird about looking at her, but finally gets the courage to do so, letting his hand drift back to her stomach, hesitant to move on*
An: *there's so much more light here than there'd been in the hotel garden, making her feel incredibly shy, but one look at Akira reassures her* It--it's okay.
Kamio: *slides his hand up further to cup her bare breast, unconsciously holding his breath*
An: *his touch on her feels like heaven, and she cries out wordlessly, arching into his hand, needing more* *slides her hands up his torso to rub her fingers across his nipples* Do...do you like this?
Kamio: *finally lets out his breath, and his voice comes out a little bit more squeakily than he'd like* Yes. I mean...yeah. I... *leans in to kiss her*
An: Good. So do I. *meets him halfway and rubs her lips across his* Incredible.
Kamio: *quickly deepens the kiss, starting to let himself Not Think, and moves his hand a bit more confidently, letting a thumb brush a nipple*
An: *freezes for an instant, then throws her arms around him and kisses him with wild abandon*
Kamio: Mmm. *kisses her almost frantically, kneading her breast confidently - but not too hard*
An: *can't seem to stop the little noises she's making and no longer cares* *runs her hands down his back and slips her fingertips beneath his waistband, rubbing her thigh against his*
Kamio: *groans low in his throat and breaks their kiss to trail kisses along her jaw up to her ear, where he nibbles her earlobe*
An: Ahhhh. *curls her fingers to stop herself from breaking the Not Below Waist Boundary and with an inarticulate cry drags her fingernails back up his back*
Kamio: *keeps kissing a trail down the side of her neck to the dip in her collarbone, pinching her nipple lightly and experimentally*
An: *wriggles and gasps at this new treatment, a little embarrassed to feel her nipple harden at his touch, but enjoying it too much to stop* 'Kira--! *runs her hands restlessly over every inch of him she can reach, stroking his back, neck, chest and stomach*
Kamio: *pauses, breathing heavily* Is this okay? *nuzzles her neck and moves to wrap both arms around her back, pulling her chest flush with his*
An: Oh, god! *shivers at the skin-to-skin contact and starts to rub herself against him, remembers what happened last time, and stops* Amazing--you're amazing. I didn't know anyone could feel like this. *presses swift, nipping kisses along the side of his neck and shoulder* I-- *presses her mouth against him, biting back the words*
Kamio: *has one arm still around her back but brings the other to her face, pulling her back to look at him and looks into her eyes and smiles* *leans in to kiss her softly* I think we forgot about our movie. *kisses her again*
An: *pretends confusion* There was a movie? *wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him back happily*
Kamio: *laughs into the kiss and hugs her closer* I love you.
An: *kisses him tenderly* Crazy. *kisses his cheeks* Crazy. *his jaw* Crazy. *his eyelids* Crazy. *tip of his nose* Crazy. *lingers on his lips, sighing* Really, really crazy.
Kamio: *sighs* Shhh. *kisses and holds close*
An: *closes her eyes and listens to his heart beat in time with hers, so warm, so right* *after a moment stirs in his arms and lays a trail of kisses along his jaw to his ear* *this is Akira and never anyone or anything to fear, the person who means more to her than anything in the world...still--trembling a little, kisses his earlobe and whispers* I love you. *pulls back so he can see her and all the emotion she no longer wants to hide* I love you, Akira. *blushes but voice firms and she says it again* I love you.
Kamio: *can't help grinning like a freaking idiot* ...really?
An: *gives him a playful poke* Of course, really! Would I say it if it wasn't? *is all blushing and smiling and laughing at the same time, finding Akira's grin infectious* This is a fine way to begin with you not believing me! *places a hand on either side of his head and holds him still, leaning in* Listen carefully. I. Love. You.
Kamio: *blushes, still grinning* Just making sure.
An: *kisses him and holds him close, listening to the pounding of his heart* I've been afraid to say anything, that you wouldn't believe me, that it might seem too soon. *raises her lips and drops soft kisses on his throat* But it's not. It's always been there, only I've been too scared to admit it.
Kamio: *shifts so that he's sort of lying next to An on the couch rather than leaning over her* *cuddles* *sighs* *can't think of anything to say, so he just holds her to him tighter*
An: *reaches behind her with one foot and manages to hook the throw on her third try* *grabs it and pulls it over them, snuggling against him* Did I break you?
Kamio: *snuggles!* Yes.
An: *likes the cuddling a lot* Too bad. Not taking it back. But I'll get you a bandaid. *pretends to get up*
Kamio: *makes a little noise of protest and tugs her back* No. Stay.
An: *laughs softly and settles against him* I could kiss it better instead. *cards her fingers through his hair, growing suddenly serious* I'm so sorry that I ever hurt you and that I put you through all of this *kisses him tenderly* Thank you for having faith in me.
Kamio: *kisses her back* If you saying that breaks me, then I'll stay broken. *tucks her head under his chin* And stop thinking about that. It was all worth it if it ended here.
An: *opens her mouth to argue, but closes it again with a sigh, pressing her lips to his chest instead* You're worth it. *cuddles and lets her eyes drift shut to the steady lullaby of his heart*
Kamio: *kisses the top of her head* Worth what? *cuddles back, one hand stroking her bare back softly*
An: Everything. *relaxed though she is, he can still make her shiver at a touch* Mind you, you're still crazy. *draws little circles on his shoulder with her fingers* I hope there's no cure.
Kamio: *laughs softly* Well I think you're crazy for letting me do this. *cuddles* I don't think there is.
An: *presses her lips against him again* Maybe we can get matching straight jackets. *thinks about it* Why am I crazy for letting you do something I want you to do?
Kamio: I don't know. *sighs and closes his eyes* Shh. Thinking too much.
An: Thinking of you doesn't count. *rubs her face over his chest, inhaling his scent* Love *yawns* you. *thinks Akira makes the world's best pillow*
Kamio: *nuzzles her head with his cheek* Love you, too. *keeps stroking her back lightly* You falling asleep?
An: Mmmmm...s'your fault. All warm and toasty and comfy and love you. *entertains herself by writing "An loves Akira" on his stomach with her index finger* You sleepy?
Kamio: Maybe. *her writing tickles and he shifts and laughs softly* We should probably find a... *BLUSHES* ...bed.
An: *suddenly wide awake and afire with embarrassment* Um...yeah. Bed. I-- *BLUSH* I took Kippei's room 'cause it's bigger and not pink and has two windows and stuff so that's where unless you like pink then I guess we could go to my old room I mean if you want-- *realizes she's babbling in her nervousness but can't seem to stop* *takes a deep, quivering breath and stops the flow of words* Bed.
Kamio: *BLUUUSH* ...Tachibana-san's room? *swallows thickly* Well...wherever you want... *internally keysmashes*
An: *laughs at his expression and throws her arms around his neck, kissing him soundly* My room. It just happens to be where his used to be. But all my stuff is there and none of his and it smells like me and not nasty old gym socks anymore, unless you think I smell like nasty old gym socks?
Kamio: *blushes* Okay. *sticks his tongue out at her* Maybe you do smell like nasty old gym socks.
An: *grabs for his tongue* I do, huh? Green fumes and flies and sweaty mold? Oh, baby. No wonder you can't keep your hands off of me. *ponders a moment* That life size portrait of Kippei won't bother you, will it? I feel so safe with him watching over me....
Kamio: *laughs, but then his face falls* ...there's not really a portrait, is there???
An: Complete with glowing eyes that follow your every movement? *tickles him mercilessly* Of course there isn't! Ew! I don't want a giant picture of Kippei staring at me! *TICKLE*
Kamio: *pouts* Well I don't know! Ishida has one.
An: He does?!! *stops tickling* Yeah, but Ishida's a little bent on the subject of Kippei. *brushes the hair from his eyes* Hey...we aren't doing anything wrong. Kippei approves of you. I think his exact words were, "It's about time." More importantly, *kisses him gently* I approve of you. We can use the spare bedroom if you'd rather. *BLUSHES* I don't care where I am so long as I can hold you.
Kamio: *sighs and kisses her softly, still blushing like mad* Wherever you want.
An: *kisses him again, then stands, dragging the blanket with her to shield her bare chest* *BLUSH* Let's just see which way we turn when we hit the top of the stairs. *holds out a noticeably shaking hand*
Kamio: *takes her hand and stands* *blushes, but squeezes her hand reassuringly*
An: *slips her free arm around his waist, leans into him and whispers* Don't know why I'm so nervous.
Kamio: *smiles* It's just sleeping.
An: *laughs at her foolishness* I know. Let's go to...*BLUSH* ...bed. *squeezes him tight and guides him towards the stairs*
Kamio: *blushes hard and follows An, forgetting his overnight bag on the chair he left it on earlier*
An: *hesitates at the top of the stairs before leading the way to her new--Kippei's old--bedroom* Well... *pale moonlight washes across the room, illumining a white desk and bookshelves stacked with books and the bed with its patchwork quilt and a large, plush elephant given pride of place on top of the pillows* Well. *BLUSH*
Kamio: *smiles at the sight of the elephant, momentarily distracted from the awkward* *points at it* You keep it on your bed?
An: *ducks her head, blushing and smiling at the same time* Mr. Snuffles? I...um...sleep with him every night. *hides her head against Akira* Do you remember when you gave him to me?
Kamio: Yes. *laughs* You're adorable.
An: *pouts* You're laughing at me. I'll have you know Mr. Snuffles is an important member of this household. *stomps over to her bed, perches on the edge and hugs the elephant to her*
Kamio: *smiles and goes to sit next to her on the bed, wrapping an arm around her* I said you're cute, An-chan. *kisses her on the cheek*
An: *fights a smile* You just want my elephant. *slips an arm around him and kisses him back* Why are you so surprised to see him?
Kamio: He's your elephant, I won him for you *smiles* And I dunno...I just figured you'd throw him into the closet or something.
An: *puts the elephant in his lap* Bet you don't remember everything. Kippei was being a brat and told me to stop tagging along with you guys and everyone else wandered off with him to find the roller coaster. Somehow you knew he'd hurt my feelings and came back to find me, making some really stupid jokes and trying to get me to laugh. Finally you promised you'd win me the goofy looking elephant with the crooked trunk because that meant it was a "good luck elephant" but only if I smiled for you.
An: And you were being so sweet and so silly that I couldn't help but laugh and you spent almost all your money, but you finally won him and I've kept him ever since. *squeezes him* Throwing him in a closet would be like throwing you in a closet.
Kamio: I remember. *smiles* I didn't expect you to keep it.
An: Of course I kept him. That was the night I-- *blushes and voice drops to an almost inaudible whisper* --the night I fell for you...and the night you started treating me like an honorary kid sister.
Kamio: *blushes and doesn't know what to say* ...sorry? *scoots a little closer* ...you've never been a "sister" ... it was always... *blushes*
An: *leans her head against him* I know that. Now. But that's what I thought and I didn't want to scare you away, so I decided I'd be whatever you needed me to be. *laughs sadly* After awhile, I even convinced myself.
Kamio: *frowns and rubs her arm gently* We fail so hard. *laughs sadly too*
An: I'm such an idiot. *wraps both arms around his waist, raises her head and kisses him, letting the blanket pool at her waist*
Kamio: *wraps his arms around her back, kissing her and pulling her closer* No you're not.
An: *not about to argue with him when he's kissing her* *runs her hands up and down his spine*
Kamio: *breaks this kiss to hug her close*
An: *fits herself against him* I don't think Mr. Snuffles will mind giving up his place to you tonight. Should you, um.... *gestures at his clothes and blushes*
Kamio: *blushes* I...uh...brought pajamas. They're downstairs...
An: Oh. Um. *blushes* *doesn't really want him to leave her* Yeah. I should-- *suddenly wishes she slept in something sexier than one of Kippei's old tees and her panties*
Kamio: I could just.... *blushes too hard and just sort of trails off*
An: You could just-- *realizes they spoke at the same time, blinks and turns a million shades of red* You first.
Kamio: *mumbles* boxers.
An: That's what--I was--yeah. *trails off into incoherency*
Kamio: *hides behind his hair* ....yeah, okay.
An: That...that's fine then? *glances across her room at her dresser then back at him* I could just.... *gestures at the covers*
Kamio: ...yeah okay. *stands up, looking awkward for a minute, before hesitantly moving his hands to the button of his jeans*
An: *licks suddenly dry lips, realizes she's staring and, with a little squeak, dives under the covers* *tries not to think of Akira's hands on the fly of his jeans, slowly drawing down the zipper, sliding the denim over his hips* Oh, god.
Kamio: *tears his hands from the button, which he hasn't even started unbuttoning yet* What????
An: Nothing! *swears and tugs at the zipper of her skirt* I havetoogoodofanimagination
Kamio: *is confused and embarrassed* What? *decides to take off his pants while she's not looking, even though she's freaking out* *takes off his pants*
An: *bites her hand to stifle a whimper* I just-- *scoots up enough to free her head from the covers* Do you have any idea how sexy you are? *blushes* Sorry.
Kamio: *stands at the edge of her bed in only his boxers* .....no?
An: *reminds herself she's seen him in swimming trunks before and manages to look at him without blushing--much--or attacking him or even staring--much* Well, you are. *manages to wriggle out of her skirt and tosses it haphazardly towards the hamper in the corner of her room*
Kamio: *blushes and doesn't move* Er...thanks.
An: *peeks at him from underneath her lashes and decides he’s every bit as sexy as she thought he'd be* S'true. Aren't you cold? *holds up the covers in invitation and tries hard not to blush*
Kamio: *blushes, not even trying not to anymore* *climbs into the bed with her* ...hi.
An: *scoots over to give him more room, not really sure where to put her arms and legs or...anything* Is this a good time for the "no thinking" rule?
Kamio: *lies down properly and turns toward her* ...yeah, I think so.
An: *How do you--I mean--what sounds most comfortable?
Kamio: *reaches for her under the covers* Spoons. *urges her to turn over*
An: *nods and obediently turns toward the wall*
Kamio: *pulls her back so that her back is flush with his chest, and lets his arm drape over her waist*
An: *murmurs approval and lays her arm over his, twining their fingers together, scootching back against him* Mmmmm. G'night.
Kamio: *kisses the back of her head lightly and hugs her as much as is possible in the position they're in* Goodnight.
An: *feels warm and safe and loved all at once and decides Akira beats Mr. Snuffles hands down* love you.
Kamio: *thinks that he's probably been asleep for the last hour or so, because this whole night has been way too good to be true* *cuddles* I love you too.
An: *cuddles* *drifts off, breathing slowing to match itself to his*
Kamio: *also drifts off, holding her close*
What: SLEEPOVER!
Where: The Tachibana residence
When: October 20th. Shut up. It took a long time.
Why: An's parents were out of town. >.>
Notes: This is frigging huge. Over 10,000 words. And in two parts because LJ wouldn't let us do the whole thing. So...yeah. It's ridiculous. Enjoy. Rated...PG-13 I suppose? Soft R, maybe?
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An: *Wriggles into one of the new skirts Ginny had her buy for the "wiggle factor" and runs the brush through her hair one last time* *Is not going to stand by the door and wait for Akira* *perches at top of stairs instead*
Kamio: *stands in front of the door for a long moment and fidgets with the strap of the bag he's brought along with his (dkjfhakwehf) pajamas and stuff in it* *sighs and finally rings the doorbell*
An: *practically launches herself down the stairs* *counts to ten--then another twenty to be safe--before running the rest of the way downstairs and throwing open the door* Hey. *tries really hard not to stare at Kamio's overnight bag*
Kamio: *blushes and smiles* Hey.
An: Come on in. I ordered pizza, and there's ice cream and cookies for later.
Kamio: *comes in, visibly relaxing a bit* Ooh. Food. *grins*
An: *pokes his stomach* Bottomless pit! I'd be afraid you'd start gnawing on end tables if I didn't feed you. *So not looking at his overnight bag*
Kamio: *notices her not looking at his overnight bag* *blushes again* Uh...right. What should I do with this?
An: *Busted!* Um...you can toss it in a chair or take it upstairs. *BLUSHES*
Kamio: *blushes harder* Uh. Well. Right. I'll...uh... *throws it on a chair and decides to deal with it later*
An: *Looks at Kamio, then at the bag, then back at Kamio* *Bursts out laughing* We're hopeless! *Suddenly engulfs him in a hug* I'm glad you're here.
Kamio: *is still blushing, but hugs her back tightly* Yeah. Thanks for inviting me.
An: *feels stupidly shy and leans her forehead against his chest* Listen to us! So formal.
Kamio: *smiles and pulls away enough to lean down and kiss her softly* Hi.
An: *sighs happily and leans into his kiss* Hi yourself. Pizza's on the coffee table. Help yourself before your stomach starts making scary noises.
Kamio: *hugs her tightly for another moment and then speeds off to the coffee table* This smells freaking delicious. *GRABS A SLICE AND CHOWS DOWN*
An: *heads for kitchen* What do you want to drink? *not very hungry--too many butterflies flitting around in her stomach at the thought of OMG AKIRA SLEEPING OVER!
Kamio: *is a boy and can eat no matter what his emotional state *\o/* * Do you have juice?
An: I have apple and white grape. *rummages in fridge and grabs both bottles and a couple of glasses* We can have hot chocolate later, but that would just be gross with pizza.
Kamio: Can I mix them together? *takes a giant bite of pizza*
An: *considers* Gapple? Go right ahead. *starts to set the bottles on the coffee table--remembers what Ginny taught her--and puts it to use* *WIGGLE FACTOR*
Kamio: *smiles* It would either be Grapple or Appape. Grapple sounds better but that's already a word. *notices said Wiggle Factor* *nearly catches on fire blushing and tries not to stare but fails*
An: *realizes Ginny didn't tell her about this part and decides to brazen her way through* Grapple sounds like it would fight your throat on the way down! *grabs the DVD from on top of the television, bends over slooowly and slides it into the player*
Kamio: *gets an embarrassing erection which he is very glad is hidden, because he is sitting on the floor behind the coffee table* *makes an odd strangled sort of sound in lieu of a reply*
An: *oblivious* I can't believe you've never seen the Mad Max movies. They're awful and wonderful both. *plops down next to him and tugs a throw off of the couch* We'll be ready for the kotatsu in another month.
Kamio: *nods, panicking slightly at her proximity and attempting to regain his composure by thinking about things that are distinctly not arousing*
An: *leans across Kamio to nab a small piece of pizza so he won't notice she's not eating* *settles back, snuggles against him and hits PLAY*
Kamio: *more panicking as she leans over him, but she doesn't notice and he's starting to be able to control himself, and OMG CRISIS AVERTED* *sighs in relief and snuggles back against her and gets comfy for movie-watching*
An: *cuddles* Mmmmm...wanna play a game?
Kamio: *cuddles back* What sort of a game?
An: *feeling wicked* Oh...dunno. How 'bout a kiss every time there's a car crash? *walks her fingers across Akira's stomach*
Kamio: *stomach muscles tighten in another panicky moment, but all is well* Uh... *blushes* Are there a lot of car crashes, then?
An: *ponders* One or two. I mean...Road Warrior? *snuggles against him, both arms around his waist now* Enough to make it interesting.
Kamio: *smiles* What's with you and games?
An: *sticks out her tongue* What's with you and not wanting to play them? Afraid you'll lose, Rhythm Boy?
Kamio: *rolls his eyes* A kiss for every car crash isn't a win or lose game, An-chan.
An: *positive it was win:win* What? You want me to bite you instead? *nibbles his neck* How would you make it a competition?
Kamio: *shivers* I didn't say that it had to be a competition, just that I can't lose if it's not. Which is a good thing.
An: We could count the car crashes and you can kiss me that many times when the movie's over. *hopeful*
Kamio: An...I would kiss you 100 times whether there were any car crashes or not.
An: *grins* But what if there are only 75? That would be cheating! *thinks she'd die on the spot if he kissed her 100 times in a row*
Kamio: *smiles* What happens if I cheat?
An: Dunno. Something awful. Warts. Pollywogs. Unsightly rash. *snuggles down again to watch the movie* Look at that. Mel was pretty hot when he was young. *eyes Kamio* You could so work that leather.
Kamio: *laughs* I wasn't aware that these games of yours had supernatural repercussions. I guess I should be careful then. If there are only five car crashes you only get five kisses. *snuggles as well* *blushes* You think so?
An: *pouts* There had better be more than five car crashes! *realizes she won't be the only person enjoying Kamio in leather* Maybe you should wear something nice and baggy instead.
Kamio: *shrugs* You're the one who's such a stickler about the rules! *confused* ...why the change of heart?
An: Fine. They had better be the five longest kisses in history. *suddenly finds the antics of the Nightrider and the MFP fascinating* I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said you'd be more comfortable? *BLUSH*
Kamio: *smirks* The world record for the longest kiss is 30 hours, 59 minutes, and 27 seconds. *still confused* What?
An: You--you made that up! *attacks him with tickles hoping the distraction will work*
Kamio: *laughs* Did not! It's in the Guinness Book of World Records! I was looking up all the speed ones, and I got curious so I looked up that one too.
An: *pauses mid-attack* Really? It can't have been a real kiss. I bet they said it was a kiss so long as their lips touched. That's not kissing. *tilts head and smiles at Kamio* Kissing should be fun.
Kamio: Yeah, I wondered about that. I was also thinking about what if they had to go to the bathroom in the middle, or did they sleep? Like maybe one of them would sleep while the other made sure their lips were still touching. *smiles* And that doesn't sound like very much fun at all.
An: Ew! I don't care how good a kisser you are, I am not kissing you while you go to the bathroom. Just...ew. *scrunches up face in disgust* That's not real kissing. I wonder how long the longest real kiss lasted?
Kamio: Oh, god, don't even say that. *blushes* ...wait, you think I'm a good kisser? *smirks* And I don't think most people are timing themselves when they're really kissing.
An: *laughs* You're the one who wondered about the particulars and--*blushes* --um...yes? Anyway, I don't think I could get in the mood if I was being timed. Could you? *catches Kamio smirking and taps his forehead* Don't let it go to your head, Rhythm Boy. Not like I have scads of experience to judge from. *finds Max and The Toecutter Gang suddenly fascinating*
Kamio: *still smirking and watches her watch the movie*
An: *pointedly ignores him* *for about ten seconds* *glares* What?!!
Kamio: *cuddles and goes back to watching the movie* Nothing.
An: *pouts for a bit, then brightens* I've counted fifteen car wrecks so far.
Kamio: Only fifteen?
An: *smirks some herself* Why? You were keeping track?
Kamio: I already lost count.
An: Hah! No kisses for you! *watches Mel walk down the middle of the highway, glances at Kamio, back at the TV, and frowns* Maybe leather's not such a good idea.
Kamio: That means no kisses for you either, you know. *sticks out his tongue* *confused again* Why not?
An: *grabs at his tongue and misses* I still get my fifteen. I'm counting. *pulls knees up to chest and hides her face against them* don't want everyone watching you *BLUSH*
Kamio: *laughs* Well then I get fifteen too! *smiles and leans in* So you'd rather I wear a potato sack, then?
An: *raises head* But I'm the only one who gets to enjoy them! *catches breath when she notices Akira so close* I... *blinks and attempts to get her train of thought back on the rails* ...maybe? Or maybe I'll have to get myself a little crossbow like Tina has to ward off gawkers. Or hang a sign around your neck: MINE.
Kamio: Okay then, I'll make sure not to enjoy them at all. *kisses her cheek playfully* Or maybe I’ll just wear a nametag that says "I belong to An-chan"
An: Good. Think of something gross like pig guts or Atobe having his pores cleansed. Any enjoyment on your part will be severely penalized. *turns to face him and slides her arms around his neck* Severely. *nips his throat, pulls back and winks* A nametag might work, but you'll have to pin it to your back pocket.
Kamio: You want me to think about Atobe while I'm kissing you? *puts his arms around her waist* Why, does my butt belong to you especially?
An: Ew. Point. I tried to think of gross things, and that came to mind. *kind of accidentally on purpose sprawls across him* Great. Now I have this vision of me carrying around your butt in my purse--not the rest of you--just your butt. *can't stop laughing* Not that it isn't quite a nice butt, but I like all of you, not just your parts*
Kamio: *doesn't mind her sprawling over him one bit* I could think about Atobe when I'm kissing you if you want me to. *sticks out his tongue* Then why the nametag on my butt?
An: Because, if you're wearing tight leather pants, what do you think everyone will be looking at? *grabs for his tongue*
Kamio: *evades An's grabby hands* I don't think that most people are as interested in my butt as you are. *tickles her ribs lightly*
An: What makes you-- *squeals and retaliates* --hahahaha--dammit stoppit!--think I'm interested in your *gasp* butt?!!
Kamio: *laughs and grabs An's wrists so she can't tickle back* Nothing. Why, do you not like it?
An: *lies across Kamio, still laughing* It's tolerable, but only just. *pants and tries to catch her breath* I'm not trapped, you know. Bet I can make you let me go.
Kamio: *fake-pouts* Well, then I suppose I'll have to run more to tone it better. *lets go of her wrists* I know, I was just trying to keep you from tickling me. *wraps his arms around her waist and nuzzles her cheek*
An: *had so planned on kissing him until he let her go, darn it* 'Bout time. We all know how hard it is to get your lazybones up and out of a chair. *makes happy noises and tilts her head to give Akira more access*
Kamio: *expected violence* I know, I'm such a couch potato. *nips lightly at her jaw*
An: *uses her freedom to tickle him again* I refuse to dress up as Mr. and Mrs. Potatohead!
Kamio: *grabs her wrists again and fake-glares* Well there goes my costume idea.
An: Which part did you like best--the bacon bits or being slathered in sour cream?
Kamio: Hahaha that's disgusting! *kisses her cheek quickly and playfully*
An: Good, because I wasn't about to lick it off. Not sour cream, anyway. *turns face and intercepts his lips with her own*
Kamio: *kisses her back* Mmm. Whipped cream? *smirks*
An: *gives as good--if not better--than she gets and waits for him to release her wrists* There's homemade whipped cream in the fridge. I made it for hot chocolate.
Kamio: Is there? *doesn't let go and kisses her again*
An: Mmmmm.... *starting to forget what they were talking about* *comes up for air* Chocolate sauce, too. For ice cream.
Kamio: *hasn't forgotten what they were talking about* *blushes deeply* What? Chocolate sauce?
An: *whispers* ...and whipped cream. *lays a path of nipping kisses along his jaw to his ear and tugs gently on his earlobe with her teeth*
Kamio: *makes a sort of odd moaning sound* You said whipped cream already. *voice cracks in the middle of that*
An: *believes she must be doing something wrong if Akira is thinking about food right now* *kisses her way back along his jaw until her lips hover just close enough so he can feel them move as she speaks* I did. You hungry?
Kamio: No. *closes the distance and kisses her hard*
An: *whimpers and kisses him back* *shifts so she lies even more on top of him*
Kamio: *leans back against the couch so he's almost lying down all the way* *brings a hand up to her face and deepens the kiss*
An: *yay, one hand free* *remembers this was important, but not nearly as important as kissing Akira* *slides her free hand up his chest, around his neck and sinks her fingers in his hair*
Kamio: *sighs though his nose and lets go of her other wrist to wrap his arm around her and pull her closer*
An: *combs her fingers through his hair and slips her other hand under his shirt to stroke the skin along his waist*
Kamio: *stomach muscles twitch and he makes a small noise* *bites her lower lip playfully*
An: *pulls back a little and grins* You sure you're not hungry? *runs both hands down his arms and twines her fingers with his* *winks mischievously and straddles him, stretching his arms above his head* Gotchya now! *leans forward and nips his neck--harder this time* You're not the only one hungry around here.
Kamio: *gasps* What are you hungry for?
An: *kisses a path down his Adam's apple and lower, nudging the collar of his shirt aside* Quiet you. Maybe I'll give you that nametag.
Kamio: *whines softly* Because I belong to you?
An: *pauses and looks up at him* *smiles softly* Do you? I hope you do.
Kamio: *nods* Yes. Does that mean that you belong to me too?
An: *rains soft kisses along his throat and moves up a little so she can brush her lips over his* I do.
Kamio: *brings one hand to the back of her head to pull her lips to his* *keeses* Amazing.
An: *laughs softly when they come up for air* What's amazing? The fact that you just talked your way out of a love bite? *takes his lower lip between hers and sucks it between her own*
Kamio: I did? *smiles and whines softly again when she sucks on his lip* No...just...that you're here. With me.
An: *runs her tongue across his lips* Mmmmm. You kept talking about nametags, and it seemed like a good idea. And fun. Just as well. Not sure I know how to give one anyway. *kisses him* Goof. And you wonder why I call you crazy!
Kamio: I don't think it's hard. *kisses her* Oh shaddap. *kisses her again*
An: *whimpers a little and parts his lips with her tongue*
Kamio: *lets her, stroking her tongue lightly with his*
An: *cups Akira's face in her hands and strokes her fingers across his cheekbones as she deepens the kiss, circling her tongue around his*
Kamio: *kisses her back a little harder, and slips the fingers of one hand up under the hem of her shirt, lightly ghosting along the skin of her back*
An: *concentrates on the feel and scent and taste of him, whimpering at his touch, her skin fluttering beneath his fingers*
Kamio: *slides his hand further up her shirt and splays his fingers on her back, breaking the kiss to press small, soft kisses along her jaw*
An: *gasps and tilts her chin so he can reach her throat* 'Kira...so good. *sighs happily and rubs her back against his hand* *has just enough presence of mind to murmur* Comfortable? We can move up to the couch.
Kamio: *nips at her throat* Uh...yeah, couch is probably good.
An: 'Kay. *pouts a little* Guess I have to move first, huh? *sighs and rolls to the side, glances at the couch and arrives at the horrible realization she doesn't know what to do--lie down? Wait for Akira? Sit on one of the cushions?* *stares at the TV screen and pretends she isn't turning a million shades of red right now*
Kamio: *sits up and starts pushing himself up on the couch* *pauses when he realizes that she's not coming with him* ...what's wrong?
An: *shakes her head, not looking at him, and stands in one fluid motion* Nothing. Just-- *sighs and raises his head so he can see her pink cheeks* I realized I didn't know what to do next. *blushes harder but starts laughing at herself, too, and settles on the couch with Akira* I am such an idiot.
Kamio: *smiles, blushing a bit too* And you think I do? *leans over to kiss her, taking her chin gently in one hand* Just go with the flow.
An: *practically beams at him* I like the flow. I'm great with the flow. It's the stopping to think that messes me up. *slides her arms around him* So maybe you should find a way to keep me from thinking.
Kamio: No more thinking. *kisses her again, gently pushing her back until she's lying on the couch with him hovering over her*
An: Good. *runs her hands down his torso, gently massaging the muscles of his chest and enjoying the way he feels* Real good. *sighs with pleasure*
Kamio: Yeah? *trails a little lines of kisses down the column of her throat*
An: Yeah. *glides her hands further down his torso and traces one finger along the hemline of his shirt before slipping her hands underneath and back up over his bare skin*
Kamio: *shivers and sucks lightly at her pulse point* *lets one hand push the hem of her shirt up just the tiniest bit*
An: *wants--needs--to touch him all over* *moves one hand around his back, catching his shirt on her elbow and baring his back and belly* *moans softly and slips her hand out from under his collar and so she can sink her fingers into his hair* Don't stop.
Kamio: *stops...for a moment, to pull back and pull his shirt over his head so it's not bunched up around his shoulders* *tosses the shirt haphazardly somewhere random and then leans back in to kiss her hard on the mouth*
An: *blinks stupidly and reaches for him, murmuring a protest that turns into approval of his suddenly bared torso* *with a little purr of pleasure, teases his tongue further into her mouth and sucks on it*
Kamio: *makes a soft groaning noise and lets his fingers find their way back to the hem of her shirt, which he pushes up sort of roughly, curling his fingers around her ribcage*
An: *breaks the kiss and, breathing in shallow gasps, locks gazes with his* *Maintains eye contact, licks her lips, and glides one trembling hand slowly along his ribs*
Kamio: *keeps eye contact with her, breathing heavily, not quite sure of what she's doing, but just enjoying the feeling of her fingers on his bare skin*
An: *not sure what she's doing herself other than learning how Akira likes to be touched and enjoying the play of his muscles under her hands* *swallows nervously and brushes her fingers around his side and along his belly just above his waistband*
Kamio: *breath hitches and the muscles of his stomach twitch nervously*
An: *balls her fingers into a fist and stops dead* Is--is this okay?
Kamio: *leans in and kisses her forehead and slides the hand under her shirt up just a little bit more* No thinking.
An: *nods trustingly* Alright. No thinking. But you--*gasps as his hand moves along her bare skin* --tell me if I do something you don't like, okay? *finds it nigh impossible to catch her breath as she splays her fingers over his stomach and rubs the tense muscles there*
Kamio: Okay. *shivers and lets his hand slide up more so it's barely touching the edge of her bra*
An: *runs both hands up his belly over his chest and around his shoulders in slow, sweeping arcs* Touch me.
Kamio: *smiles* I am touching you. *knows what she really meant, though, and slides his hand up a bit further to cup her breast lightly*
An: *lets her eyes fall shut in a slow blink and arches into his hand* You're turning into such a tease. *smiles and rises up to nuzzle his throat* I think I like it.
Kamio: *smirks and runs his thumb lightly over her nipple through her bra* Oh you do, do you? *arches his neck slightly to let her have more space to nuzzle*
An: Or maybe not--!! *gasps as his touch ignites heat that blazes through her* *drags her teeth teasingly along his skin and rubs trembling hands across his chest*
Kamio: No? *takes in a sharp intake of breath as she touches him, and cups her breast again, squeezing gently*
An: *whimpers and shifts her legs restlessly* Jury's out--guess you'll have to keep it up until I decide. *brushes her fingers across his nipples*
Kamio: *smirks again* I can do that. *leans down to kiss her as he lets the fingers of his other hand just brush her stomach lightly, making a small noise at her light touch*
An: *skin flutters when his fingers skid across her stomach, and she moans softly and kisses him back hard*
Kamio: *slides the first hand out from under her shirt to tilt her head up to kiss her better, while the other slides higher up under her shirt*
An: *bends one knee and rubs her leg against his thigh, making little purring noises as the kiss deepens*
Kamio: *gasps at the unexpected tingle that goes through his body at her movement, and kisses her more urgently*
An: *moans deeply and wraps her arms around him, one hand threading through his hair and pulling him closer while the other one ghosts down his spine and caresses the baby soft hairs at the small of his back*
Kamio: *lets himself be pulled down a little bit and shivers at her touch, unable to keep from making a little pleased noise into her mouth* *slides his hand further up to gently trace her ribcage*
An: *tears mouth away from his* Too many clothes! *rains kisses along his jaw*
Kamio: *smiles and balances better on his knees so he can pull back enough to start pulling An's shirt over her head*
An: *lifts up so Akira can ease her shirt past her shoulders and over her head, leaving her only in her skirt and lacy black bra.* *shivers slightly as the cool air hits her overheated skin*
Kamio: *tosses her shirt in the same direction as his went* *raises an eyebrow at the lacy bra* *slides a finger under one of the straps and slides it along the strap, with a little smirk* New?
An: *blushes and nods* Do...do you like it? *wonders if he can hear her heart pounding in her chest*
Kamio: *smiles, his blush finally catching up with him, and nods back*
An: *gently pushes the hair from his face and smiles at him, a wealth of emotions in her eyes, and whispers* Then it was worth it.
Kamio: *smiles down at her for a moment before leaning down to kiss her softly*
An: *lips tremble beneath his a moment before she deepens the kiss, making happy little noises in her throat at the skin-to-skin contact*
Kamio: *is also enjoying the skin-to-skin contact, and An's little sounds are making his heart beat even faster, and he deepens the kiss again, moving his lips against hers almost roughly*
An: *responding to his passion, tangles her tongue with his and kisses him fiercely, drawing her nails down his back*
Kamio: *moans and reaches to tilt her head back a little so their mouths fit together perfectly, letting his other hand slide up her side*
An: *runs one hand up and down his spine and ghosts the other along his ribs and then between them to stroke his stomach*
Kamio: *slides his hand higher to cup her breast, kneading it gently, as her fingers leave little trails of fire wherever she's touched him*
An: 'Kira...more. *wriggles beneath him in an attempt to touch as much of him as she can, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close*
Kamio: *slides his hand under her, blushing furiously, and starts attempting to unhook her bra*
An: *feels his fingers at her back and realizes he's a man with a mission* Um...maybe if you sat back you could see better...? *blushes furiously and bites lower lip in an attempt to quelch nervous laughter*
Kamio: *frowns* Shh! *tries harder, but is not successful just yet*
An: *is nearly overwhelmed by how much she cares for him, and presses soft kisses along his jaw and neck, pulling herself as close to him as possible to make his task easier*
Kamio: *gives up for a second and hugs her to him, nuzzling her hair a bit* *gets the hook undone easily now *\o/* *
An: *shakes with laughter and something more* You did it! *sits back so she can see him better, broad smile fading a bit with a sudden attack of shyness*
Kamio: *smiles down at her in triumph* I did! *blushes back* *slides the straps of the bra down her arms slowly, asking for permission with his eyes*
An: *nods shyly, scarcely able to breathe, and watches him intently*
Kamio: *slides the straps all the way down her arms while keeping eye contact* *blushes hard, feeling weird about looking at her, but finally gets the courage to do so, letting his hand drift back to her stomach, hesitant to move on*
An: *there's so much more light here than there'd been in the hotel garden, making her feel incredibly shy, but one look at Akira reassures her* It--it's okay.
Kamio: *slides his hand up further to cup her bare breast, unconsciously holding his breath*
An: *his touch on her feels like heaven, and she cries out wordlessly, arching into his hand, needing more* *slides her hands up his torso to rub her fingers across his nipples* Do...do you like this?
Kamio: *finally lets out his breath, and his voice comes out a little bit more squeakily than he'd like* Yes. I mean...yeah. I... *leans in to kiss her*
An: Good. So do I. *meets him halfway and rubs her lips across his* Incredible.
Kamio: *quickly deepens the kiss, starting to let himself Not Think, and moves his hand a bit more confidently, letting a thumb brush a nipple*
An: *freezes for an instant, then throws her arms around him and kisses him with wild abandon*
Kamio: Mmm. *kisses her almost frantically, kneading her breast confidently - but not too hard*
An: *can't seem to stop the little noises she's making and no longer cares* *runs her hands down his back and slips her fingertips beneath his waistband, rubbing her thigh against his*
Kamio: *groans low in his throat and breaks their kiss to trail kisses along her jaw up to her ear, where he nibbles her earlobe*
An: Ahhhh. *curls her fingers to stop herself from breaking the Not Below Waist Boundary and with an inarticulate cry drags her fingernails back up his back*
Kamio: *keeps kissing a trail down the side of her neck to the dip in her collarbone, pinching her nipple lightly and experimentally*
An: *wriggles and gasps at this new treatment, a little embarrassed to feel her nipple harden at his touch, but enjoying it too much to stop* 'Kira--! *runs her hands restlessly over every inch of him she can reach, stroking his back, neck, chest and stomach*
Kamio: *pauses, breathing heavily* Is this okay? *nuzzles her neck and moves to wrap both arms around her back, pulling her chest flush with his*
An: Oh, god! *shivers at the skin-to-skin contact and starts to rub herself against him, remembers what happened last time, and stops* Amazing--you're amazing. I didn't know anyone could feel like this. *presses swift, nipping kisses along the side of his neck and shoulder* I-- *presses her mouth against him, biting back the words*
Kamio: *has one arm still around her back but brings the other to her face, pulling her back to look at him and looks into her eyes and smiles* *leans in to kiss her softly* I think we forgot about our movie. *kisses her again*
An: *pretends confusion* There was a movie? *wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him back happily*
Kamio: *laughs into the kiss and hugs her closer* I love you.
An: *kisses him tenderly* Crazy. *kisses his cheeks* Crazy. *his jaw* Crazy. *his eyelids* Crazy. *tip of his nose* Crazy. *lingers on his lips, sighing* Really, really crazy.
Kamio: *sighs* Shhh. *kisses and holds close*
An: *closes her eyes and listens to his heart beat in time with hers, so warm, so right* *after a moment stirs in his arms and lays a trail of kisses along his jaw to his ear* *this is Akira and never anyone or anything to fear, the person who means more to her than anything in the world...still--trembling a little, kisses his earlobe and whispers* I love you. *pulls back so he can see her and all the emotion she no longer wants to hide* I love you, Akira. *blushes but voice firms and she says it again* I love you.
Kamio: *can't help grinning like a freaking idiot* ...really?
An: *gives him a playful poke* Of course, really! Would I say it if it wasn't? *is all blushing and smiling and laughing at the same time, finding Akira's grin infectious* This is a fine way to begin with you not believing me! *places a hand on either side of his head and holds him still, leaning in* Listen carefully. I. Love. You.
Kamio: *blushes, still grinning* Just making sure.
An: *kisses him and holds him close, listening to the pounding of his heart* I've been afraid to say anything, that you wouldn't believe me, that it might seem too soon. *raises her lips and drops soft kisses on his throat* But it's not. It's always been there, only I've been too scared to admit it.
Kamio: *shifts so that he's sort of lying next to An on the couch rather than leaning over her* *cuddles* *sighs* *can't think of anything to say, so he just holds her to him tighter*
An: *reaches behind her with one foot and manages to hook the throw on her third try* *grabs it and pulls it over them, snuggling against him* Did I break you?
Kamio: *snuggles!* Yes.
An: *likes the cuddling a lot* Too bad. Not taking it back. But I'll get you a bandaid. *pretends to get up*
Kamio: *makes a little noise of protest and tugs her back* No. Stay.
An: *laughs softly and settles against him* I could kiss it better instead. *cards her fingers through his hair, growing suddenly serious* I'm so sorry that I ever hurt you and that I put you through all of this *kisses him tenderly* Thank you for having faith in me.
Kamio: *kisses her back* If you saying that breaks me, then I'll stay broken. *tucks her head under his chin* And stop thinking about that. It was all worth it if it ended here.
An: *opens her mouth to argue, but closes it again with a sigh, pressing her lips to his chest instead* You're worth it. *cuddles and lets her eyes drift shut to the steady lullaby of his heart*
Kamio: *kisses the top of her head* Worth what? *cuddles back, one hand stroking her bare back softly*
An: Everything. *relaxed though she is, he can still make her shiver at a touch* Mind you, you're still crazy. *draws little circles on his shoulder with her fingers* I hope there's no cure.
Kamio: *laughs softly* Well I think you're crazy for letting me do this. *cuddles* I don't think there is.
An: *presses her lips against him again* Maybe we can get matching straight jackets. *thinks about it* Why am I crazy for letting you do something I want you to do?
Kamio: I don't know. *sighs and closes his eyes* Shh. Thinking too much.
An: Thinking of you doesn't count. *rubs her face over his chest, inhaling his scent* Love *yawns* you. *thinks Akira makes the world's best pillow*
Kamio: *nuzzles her head with his cheek* Love you, too. *keeps stroking her back lightly* You falling asleep?
An: Mmmmm...s'your fault. All warm and toasty and comfy and love you. *entertains herself by writing "An loves Akira" on his stomach with her index finger* You sleepy?
Kamio: Maybe. *her writing tickles and he shifts and laughs softly* We should probably find a... *BLUSHES* ...bed.
An: *suddenly wide awake and afire with embarrassment* Um...yeah. Bed. I-- *BLUSH* I took Kippei's room 'cause it's bigger and not pink and has two windows and stuff so that's where unless you like pink then I guess we could go to my old room I mean if you want-- *realizes she's babbling in her nervousness but can't seem to stop* *takes a deep, quivering breath and stops the flow of words* Bed.
Kamio: *BLUUUSH* ...Tachibana-san's room? *swallows thickly* Well...wherever you want... *internally keysmashes*
An: *laughs at his expression and throws her arms around his neck, kissing him soundly* My room. It just happens to be where his used to be. But all my stuff is there and none of his and it smells like me and not nasty old gym socks anymore, unless you think I smell like nasty old gym socks?
Kamio: *blushes* Okay. *sticks his tongue out at her* Maybe you do smell like nasty old gym socks.
An: *grabs for his tongue* I do, huh? Green fumes and flies and sweaty mold? Oh, baby. No wonder you can't keep your hands off of me. *ponders a moment* That life size portrait of Kippei won't bother you, will it? I feel so safe with him watching over me....
Kamio: *laughs, but then his face falls* ...there's not really a portrait, is there???
An: Complete with glowing eyes that follow your every movement? *tickles him mercilessly* Of course there isn't! Ew! I don't want a giant picture of Kippei staring at me! *TICKLE*
Kamio: *pouts* Well I don't know! Ishida has one.
An: He does?!! *stops tickling* Yeah, but Ishida's a little bent on the subject of Kippei. *brushes the hair from his eyes* Hey...we aren't doing anything wrong. Kippei approves of you. I think his exact words were, "It's about time." More importantly, *kisses him gently* I approve of you. We can use the spare bedroom if you'd rather. *BLUSHES* I don't care where I am so long as I can hold you.
Kamio: *sighs and kisses her softly, still blushing like mad* Wherever you want.
An: *kisses him again, then stands, dragging the blanket with her to shield her bare chest* *BLUSH* Let's just see which way we turn when we hit the top of the stairs. *holds out a noticeably shaking hand*
Kamio: *takes her hand and stands* *blushes, but squeezes her hand reassuringly*
An: *slips her free arm around his waist, leans into him and whispers* Don't know why I'm so nervous.
Kamio: *smiles* It's just sleeping.
An: *laughs at her foolishness* I know. Let's go to...*BLUSH* ...bed. *squeezes him tight and guides him towards the stairs*
Kamio: *blushes hard and follows An, forgetting his overnight bag on the chair he left it on earlier*
An: *hesitates at the top of the stairs before leading the way to her new--Kippei's old--bedroom* Well... *pale moonlight washes across the room, illumining a white desk and bookshelves stacked with books and the bed with its patchwork quilt and a large, plush elephant given pride of place on top of the pillows* Well. *BLUSH*
Kamio: *smiles at the sight of the elephant, momentarily distracted from the awkward* *points at it* You keep it on your bed?
An: *ducks her head, blushing and smiling at the same time* Mr. Snuffles? I...um...sleep with him every night. *hides her head against Akira* Do you remember when you gave him to me?
Kamio: Yes. *laughs* You're adorable.
An: *pouts* You're laughing at me. I'll have you know Mr. Snuffles is an important member of this household. *stomps over to her bed, perches on the edge and hugs the elephant to her*
Kamio: *smiles and goes to sit next to her on the bed, wrapping an arm around her* I said you're cute, An-chan. *kisses her on the cheek*
An: *fights a smile* You just want my elephant. *slips an arm around him and kisses him back* Why are you so surprised to see him?
Kamio: He's your elephant, I won him for you *smiles* And I dunno...I just figured you'd throw him into the closet or something.
An: *puts the elephant in his lap* Bet you don't remember everything. Kippei was being a brat and told me to stop tagging along with you guys and everyone else wandered off with him to find the roller coaster. Somehow you knew he'd hurt my feelings and came back to find me, making some really stupid jokes and trying to get me to laugh. Finally you promised you'd win me the goofy looking elephant with the crooked trunk because that meant it was a "good luck elephant" but only if I smiled for you.
An: And you were being so sweet and so silly that I couldn't help but laugh and you spent almost all your money, but you finally won him and I've kept him ever since. *squeezes him* Throwing him in a closet would be like throwing you in a closet.
Kamio: I remember. *smiles* I didn't expect you to keep it.
An: Of course I kept him. That was the night I-- *blushes and voice drops to an almost inaudible whisper* --the night I fell for you...and the night you started treating me like an honorary kid sister.
Kamio: *blushes and doesn't know what to say* ...sorry? *scoots a little closer* ...you've never been a "sister" ... it was always... *blushes*
An: *leans her head against him* I know that. Now. But that's what I thought and I didn't want to scare you away, so I decided I'd be whatever you needed me to be. *laughs sadly* After awhile, I even convinced myself.
Kamio: *frowns and rubs her arm gently* We fail so hard. *laughs sadly too*
An: I'm such an idiot. *wraps both arms around his waist, raises her head and kisses him, letting the blanket pool at her waist*
Kamio: *wraps his arms around her back, kissing her and pulling her closer* No you're not.
An: *not about to argue with him when he's kissing her* *runs her hands up and down his spine*
Kamio: *breaks this kiss to hug her close*
An: *fits herself against him* I don't think Mr. Snuffles will mind giving up his place to you tonight. Should you, um.... *gestures at his clothes and blushes*
Kamio: *blushes* I...uh...brought pajamas. They're downstairs...
An: Oh. Um. *blushes* *doesn't really want him to leave her* Yeah. I should-- *suddenly wishes she slept in something sexier than one of Kippei's old tees and her panties*
Kamio: I could just.... *blushes too hard and just sort of trails off*
An: You could just-- *realizes they spoke at the same time, blinks and turns a million shades of red* You first.
Kamio: *mumbles* boxers.
An: That's what--I was--yeah. *trails off into incoherency*
Kamio: *hides behind his hair* ....yeah, okay.
An: That...that's fine then? *glances across her room at her dresser then back at him* I could just.... *gestures at the covers*
Kamio: ...yeah okay. *stands up, looking awkward for a minute, before hesitantly moving his hands to the button of his jeans*
An: *licks suddenly dry lips, realizes she's staring and, with a little squeak, dives under the covers* *tries not to think of Akira's hands on the fly of his jeans, slowly drawing down the zipper, sliding the denim over his hips* Oh, god.
Kamio: *tears his hands from the button, which he hasn't even started unbuttoning yet* What????
An: Nothing! *swears and tugs at the zipper of her skirt* I havetoogoodofanimagination
Kamio: *is confused and embarrassed* What? *decides to take off his pants while she's not looking, even though she's freaking out* *takes off his pants*
An: *bites her hand to stifle a whimper* I just-- *scoots up enough to free her head from the covers* Do you have any idea how sexy you are? *blushes* Sorry.
Kamio: *stands at the edge of her bed in only his boxers* .....no?
An: *reminds herself she's seen him in swimming trunks before and manages to look at him without blushing--much--or attacking him or even staring--much* Well, you are. *manages to wriggle out of her skirt and tosses it haphazardly towards the hamper in the corner of her room*
Kamio: *blushes and doesn't move* Er...thanks.
An: *peeks at him from underneath her lashes and decides he’s every bit as sexy as she thought he'd be* S'true. Aren't you cold? *holds up the covers in invitation and tries hard not to blush*
Kamio: *blushes, not even trying not to anymore* *climbs into the bed with her* ...hi.
An: *scoots over to give him more room, not really sure where to put her arms and legs or...anything* Is this a good time for the "no thinking" rule?
Kamio: *lies down properly and turns toward her* ...yeah, I think so.
An: *How do you--I mean--what sounds most comfortable?
Kamio: *reaches for her under the covers* Spoons. *urges her to turn over*
An: *nods and obediently turns toward the wall*
Kamio: *pulls her back so that her back is flush with his chest, and lets his arm drape over her waist*
An: *murmurs approval and lays her arm over his, twining their fingers together, scootching back against him* Mmmmm. G'night.
Kamio: *kisses the back of her head lightly and hugs her as much as is possible in the position they're in* Goodnight.
An: *feels warm and safe and loved all at once and decides Akira beats Mr. Snuffles hands down* love you.
Kamio: *thinks that he's probably been asleep for the last hour or so, because this whole night has been way too good to be true* *cuddles* I love you too.
An: *cuddles* *drifts off, breathing slowing to match itself to his*
Kamio: *also drifts off, holding her close*