Maybe, maybe not.

[celestialistic]

Characters: Lucy & Sougo.
Location: Casualty Communal, Lucy's room.
Rating: PG-PG-13 for S&M.
Time: After Sougo's network post/demand here.
Description: So he's going on a mission and though she's filled to the brim with mixed feelings, she wants to send him off with a smile ... and cocoa.

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[sadoslash]

Sougo didn't like all these stairs here at Death City. Between the main set leading up to Shibusen and then the stairs between the floors. But he supposed that cocoa was well worth it. And although it would have been much better for him to have Lucy deliver it (and he probably could have manipulated her into it, too) he decided to let her off with just having to make it.

So he casually strolled to Lucy's room, knocking a few times on the door. "Shinsengumi. Open up."

[celestialistic]

Though, she’d usually yell an “I’m coming,” this time around she stood over the cocoa, still trying to distribute the sprinkles. The least she could do is make sure his had more blue ones, right? But, semi-realizing he probably wouldn’t wait for much longer, she put down the container, wiping her fingers on her towel by the sink before getting the door.

Once she opens it, she gives him a weird look, “geez, can’t you come to my door like a normal person?” But, other than her comment and stare, she looked like she was in pretty good spirits.

[sadoslash]

"You sure took long enough to open the door. It's impolite to keep a policeman waiting." The answer to her question? Was no. He couldn't. Sougo was in partial uniform today, having left his jacket and cravat back at his room, but in place he had the scarf she had given him wrapped around his neck. For no reason other than the fact that he was cold, he would claim...which wasn't exactly a lie. It was particularly freezing in the desert that day.

Sougo headed inside with a passing pat on her head like she was a good and loyal puppy who had greeted him at the door and brought him his slippers. Then, he slipped off his shoes, "Is it ready?"

[celestialistic]

“I’d honestly be worried if you the neighborhood policeman…” which was nothing short of the truth, but there was a trace of a smile on her lips the whole way through. Obvious teasing.

“But, yeah, it’s done,” she said, accepting the pat with a small shudder (S vibes...) before continuing towards the kitchen. She gestured grandly towards the hot cocoa. Everything was done properly; of course, she only hoped he’d notice the extra blue sprinkles on his. “I’m actually pretty good at stuff like this, you know.” Living alone did that to you, she guesses - not that she regretted it, of course.

[sadoslash]

"Just expected of Lucy. And that's why I let you take care of it," he followed behind until they reached the kitchen where the cocoa sat waiting for him. He did notice the extra blue sprinkles and wondered if she had spent all that time just picking them out individually. And she claimed she wasn't an M.

He shook his head in slight amusement, accepting the cocoa before tilting it up to his lips to draw in a sip, whipped cream winding up all over his nose in the process. He lowered the mug, "I guess it's okay. Could use a little more cocoa. Oh. And blue sprinkles."

All of this said with a straight face while he wore the whipped cream, not even bothering to remove it.

[celestialistic]

She looked at the cream on his nose with a small quirk of her lips. She allowed leeway the first few seconds - deciding it wasn’t the time to laugh (she had more serious issues in mind, after all), but she was quick to reanalyze when he made no move to remove it. Furthermore, the serious expression on his face only served in assisting the laughs escape.

“How you do that with such a,” still laughing, of course, “straight face… is amazing, Sougo.” Lucy then grabbed a napkin off of the table, offering it to him.

“Or should I wipe it for you?” She wasn't sure if it was a kind offer, joke, or anything in between; Lucy just knew there was a little thump in her chest as she said it.

[sadoslash]

He looked down at the offered napkin before stepping closer to her. His hand began to lift, only to take a detour to his cup and scoop up some whipped cream with his finger, reaching out to dab her nose with it. And then he playfully smeared the rest across her cheeks before bringing the finger to his mouth and lapping off the excess.

Sougo looked Lucy over and then nodded his approval of his 'art.' "I told you before..." he said easily. "I'm always serious." And although his words were fairly emotionless as usual, there was the slighest hint of amusement behind them.

[celestialistic]

"Hey!" She moved her face back to no avail (though, she might have blushed a little at him licking it off so casually). So instead she stood there, mustering up the strictest expression she had.

“Sougo,” she said, a little huff attached to his name. It wasn’t her intention to get cream on herself; after all, it made bringing up important topics infinitely harder.

She wiped her face with the napkin in her hand before taking a sip of her own cocoa. “And I told you before,” another sip, “that I don’t believe you.” And of course, being who she is… and not being particularly on par with the word “poised” or “graceful,” once she pulls her cup away, there’s some cream on her nose .... again, but this time she only has herself to blame.

[sadoslash]

When she wound up with the whipped cream on her nose again, Sougo just had to bite back a sound that almost sounded like a laugh. Almost. "You're pretty hopeless, aren't you? Can't even drink cocoa without making a mess everywhere. I'm surprised you can even eat in public. I really should get you a bib for Christmas..." he walked over to where she kept her napkins, finally removing the cream from his own nose before dropping it in the garbage.

Then, he took it upon himself to have a seat at the kitchen table, plopping down into the chair unceremoniously and setting the cocoa in front of himself. He leaned forward just to bite a mouthful of cream off the top and make a pretty sizable dent in the whipped cream mountain -- at least enough so that he could drink it without getting it everywhere. And the best part always was when most of the cream melted into the cocoa and made it so rich and frothy.

[celestialistic]

That was, Lucy had to admit, sort of embarrassing.

“I do not need a bib!” She grabbed another napkin, cleaning off her nose before offering a scowl. “And didn’t you just do the same thing!?!” Lucy walked over to the trash can, tossing in her napkins before reaching into a nearby drawer to pull out a spoon. She mixes her drink slowly, looking at him occasionally from a side-glance.

Once she's done, she puts her spoon in the sink.

“So is cocoa really all you need?”

[sadoslash]

Sougo looked over at her thoughtfully then studied his frothy cocoa before responding, "I came by to see you." An awkward pause. "Before I go." Another awkward pause. "Since it might be a while." Or...permanently if things went bad. His eyes flickered toward her again to take in her reaction to the words before he did what he usually did and offered an insult so that anything nice or touching that may have come out of his mouth was instantly negated.

"After all, you're pretty fun to make fun of. You always get so loud and make the best faces. It's almost as entertaining as Hijikata-san. I won't have either of you there to kill the boredom..." there was a thoughtful pause. "But I think Katsura's going so I can always target him. Ah. And by the way, Lucy -- I won our little bet."

[celestialistic]

Sougo, unfortunately, already had her at the phrase “I wanted to see you.” From that point on, it felt like she was watching a silent film, where nothing really substantial seemed to filter through her ears anymore. But, she did her best to stay as focused on his words, even reading lips in the process.

Except, the only names she could make out were “Hijikata” and “Katsura,” to which she naturally cringed in response (she had an idea of what he was saying now, at least). Oh, Sougo...

“I’m glad that you came, though.” Because even if she didn’t know what to say, she wanted to at least offer some sort of spiritual backing. “Though, I doubt you’ll be very careful, I trust you to-“

And her words were abruptly cut off at the sentence - “I won our little bet.” She put her cup down, placing her head into her hands. There were so many things she wanted to say in return, but it all fell out of place and so she fell back on denying it in her head a million times over.

“This can’t be happening!"

[sadoslash]

Sougo leaned back, looking toward her casually, "So I expect you to be ready to greet me when I get back in your full M costume and collar." He fished in his pocket and pulled out a magizine page that he'd ripped out. There was a large cicle around something similar to this. The page was offered in her direction. "You can order the size that's most comfortable for you. But for that whole day, you belong to me and there's no getting out of it either."

He brought his cup to his lips and sipped the beverage as though this was completely casual conversation -- even normal. "Fortunately, you're an M so you'll probably enjoy yourself anyway."

[celestialistic]

Lucy takes the page from his hand and looks down at it, making a face. She takes in a deep, slightly irritated breath before folding it in her hands and pushing it against his chest.

“As if I’d wear that for you!” Except, she realizes she has no real options and that, really, depending on the situation and season - they weren’t so different from what she normally wore. She takes on a more conflicted expression while taking in the rest of his speech, deciding on what to say next or if she should just give in to her inevitable loss (and maybe there was a small - extremely small - part of her that debated if she should feel flattered or not. ... and maybe conclusively decided "yes").

And because rationalizing this was truly beyond her, she did the only thing she could: "Don't say things like that!"

[sadoslash]

Sougo didn't make any moves to take the page back. As a matter of fact, he held his arms around in a clear avoidance of this. "I think you missed the part where you don't have much of a choice. Slave for a day -- do I have to remind you of what that entails? You should feel happy that I'm being generous enough to wait until after we get back. I could make you mine today..."

He flashed her a brief smirk over the brim of his cup.

[celestialistic]

Lucy held the folded paper there a while longer before dropping her hand in defeat. She crumpled it a little in her hands before shaking her head.

He was right and no matter how many times she’d try to deny it or get around it… And no matter how many “are you serious?”/”you’re disgusting” looks she put on her face.

“Fine, I understand. I just have to go along with your plans, right?"