[Log] That's a Wrap (Complete)
Characters: Kuna Mashiro, Muguruma Kensei
Location: Kensei's
Date: Sunday, Oct. 19, Evening
Rating: PG
Summary: Dinner followed by hot cocoa under a sunset
Kensei stood from his seat at his kitchen table, his belly pleasantly full. He had finally invited Mashiro over to his place to cook for her and prove that, yes, he actually did have culinary skills. Taking up his bowl and spoon, he grinned a bit at the woman who had been sitting next to him the whole evening. "Well, I don't know about you, but that was damned good." Chuckling, the silver haired man scooted in his chair with his hip, walking the short distance to the sink and setting his dishes in before turning off the heat under the pot of home-made beef stew still sitting on the stove. He glanced back over at Mashiro and said, "It's twice as good if I make it over a campfire, though."
For a long moment, Mashiro wasn't quite sure what to say. She watched him get up, eyes wide as she mulled over how she felt about that meal. Finally she said, "Kensei. . .you should make me dinner everyday." Standing to help him, the green haired woman picked up her plate and brought it over to the sink with Kensei. "That was really good! I'm sorry I doubted you." She put her bowl and utensils in the sink along with his, turning on the water and reaching out for soap to wash the dishes. Mashiro had gone in to auto pilot. Everyday after dinner, if she made it herself, she did the dishes immediately when she was through. She didn't even notice the fact that she had just about reached the soap.
Kensei blinked and looked at her, a bit stunned that she hadn't even teased him or pretended it wasn't all that great. Giving her a small smile, he chuckled and replied, "Thank you. And maybe not everyday, but sure, I can make dinner for you again." He had turned to grab the glasses from the table, adding, "'Cides, you still gotta make dinner for me." He heard the water turn on and turned towards her, almost gawking at her back that she was starting to wash the dishes. Walking up behind her, he placed the dishes in the sink and then turned off the water. "Get away from the sink," he ordered with a small, amused smirk. "I ain't gonna make dinner and then make you do the dishes for it."
Now it was Mashiro's turn to blink. She did so twice before tilting her head back and looking up at Kensei, sunglasses somehow managing to remain on her head. Mysterious, those accessories of hers were. "What?" When she looked back at her hands and the sink she chuckled before putting her hands at her side. "I don't mind," said the assistant as she stood there while turning to face Kensei again. "Habit I guess." It was nice to not tease him for once, she noted. That, and she was so shocked it was that yummy she couldn't say anything bad.
Chuckling gruffly, he made gentle shoo-ing motions at her to get her away from the sink. "I don't give a damn if you don't mind or not." He picked up a towel to wipe some water that had gotten onto his hands. "I'll take care of 'em later." Tossing the towel on the counter, he gave a glance out the window, seeing the sky ablaze with one of the usual autumn sunsets he loved so much before turning back to look at Mashiro, giving a slight toss of his head towards the back door. "How about hot chocolate on the porch?" he asked. Would make a nice relaxing end to their dinner, he thought.
Feeling a little silly, but not minding at all, Mashiro allowed herself to be shooed away. "Okay, okay!" she replied while backing out of the kitchen, hands held up as if she were under arrest. "I'm going!" When she was out of the way, her eyes fell to her shirt which she began to straighten and smooth out. More habits. "Hm?" Seeing the sky outside caused her lips to part in a moment of awe. So pretty. Mashiro hadn't even been paying attention but now that it was mentioned it was really nice out. "Sounds good!" she agreed while taking a few steps toward the door.
When she agreed, Kensei gave a nod, already opening a cabinet to grab two mugs. Setting them on the counter, he watched as she walked towards the door. Holding out his hand to get her to wait a moment, he walked over to a small closet near the back door and opened it. With a light grunt, he pulled a heavy blanket from a top shelf and then handed it to her. "Here, it's probably gettin' pretty chilly outside." He gave her a small squeeze on the arm as he passed her to make their drinks. "I'll be out in a few minutes."
Heavy blanket indeed. Mashiro wrapped her arms around it before making her way out with an 'okay' in response. Once she made it out the blanket was dropped on to the bench with her falling down beside it. Ahh, she was so full and happy to be so. Internally the woman was going over various thoughts about his cooking while she went through the motions of putting herself under the large blanket. By the time she was done she was in the middle of it with the ends tucked around her and the edge coming up to her nose. Chocolate eyes stared at the red sky while waiting for Kensei to hurry on up.
Kensei was out about five minutes later, holding two steaming mugs. "Normally I heat the milk on the stove, but if I did that I woulda missed the sunset. So I microwaved it," he explained off-handedly, not that she probably cared. Glancing at the sky, he looked back to her and chuckled at the way she was bundled up in the blanket. "You gonna share?" he teased lightly.
"No," said the woman from under the comforting warm while lashing out with an arm to open it. "But I guess if I want that hot chocolate I have to." Holding out the end for him, her rear scooted over to allow for more space on the bench. "I always put it in the micro, I've never tried the stove thing." Mashiro could multi-listen.
Carefully holding the hot chocolate out so that if he got bumped somehow it would only burn his finger and not the rest of him or her, he settled in next to the green haired woman, handing one of the mugs to her. "It's better to slowly heat it. The flavor's better." Taking the loose end of the blanket, he tucked it around him before casually draping his arm around Mashiro's shoulders and finally relaxing, even letting out a content sigh. This was nice, he had to admit. Lightly blowing across the mug, he put it to his lips, taking a small sip as he enjoyed the colors spreading across the sky.
Mashiro let her fingers wrap around the heated mug once the blanket was gone from her grasp. Her slender digits got cold quickly so the warmth was nice. Lifting the ceramic to her face, she blew at it gently but didn't take a sip. She liked to just hold it there, let the steam warm her face or smell the delicious chocolate. Carefully her body wiggled around to get comfortable against his side. Ahh. . ."Thanks," said Mashiro in relation to the drink, finally taking a slow sip. It burnt her tongue after the fact. It didn't bother her much.
His dark eyes glanced over when she spoke the single word. "You're welcome," he replied quietly. He sipped quietly at his hot chocolate, watching as the sun sank further behind the treeline. This view was why he had bought this place. Hefting one leg up onto the bench, he used his other to slowly push the porch swing back, rocking them back and forth absentmindedly, as he did even when he sat out on his porch alone. A cold autumn breeze blew, rustling the fallen leaves in his yard. Looking back to Mashiro, he asked, "You warm enough?"
After a few moments, Mashiro put her mug down on the small side table near her end. It was half full when she put it away, her tummy too full of food and now drink to finish. Sucking her arms in under the blanket, folding them on her lap where her legs were pulled up beside herself, she was content. "Mmhm." Nodding to Kensei, her head leaned back against his shoulder and she closed her eyes. She could sit here all night and not get cold. She was warmed from her heart.
"Hn, Kensei?" Her right eye opened to glance at him.
He nodded once at her confirmation, then looked back out to the sky, his mug at his lips. With her settled against him like that, he was certainly warm enough as well, and quite happy and relaxed. When she said his name, Kensei lowered his mug and looked to her. "Hm?"
Smile spreading over her lips, Mashiro tipped her head back and kissed the corner of his mouth gently. She never made a conscious note that she wasn't the first one to initiate a kiss yet. Well, now she could make that notation if she liked. Before she didn't mind not kissing Kensei, she just liked being in his company. Sometimes, though, she felt nervous. What if he wouldn't like it? Or he turned her away? A risk she decided to take this evening, Mashiro was glad she had.
Kensei blinked when he felt her lips press against the corner of his mouth, not having expected a kiss from her. However, the slight moment of surprise wore off quickly and a warm smile spread on his face, probably the first real, full smile that he had given her. He answered her with an equally gentle kiss to her lips, tasting the hot chocolate still lingering there. He didn't hold it for too long, however, slowly pulling back to rest his head lightly against hers.
When he pulled away, Mashiro looked at him and was so glad to see his smile. She'd felt it, sure, but she wanted to see it. "Hn, you're right. People would be scared of your smile." Her nose scrunched as she giggled, warm fingers coming up to touch his chin gently like a butterfly fleeting across his skin. Mashiro rather liked his smile. There was something unique about it.
Kensei rolled his eyes at her teasing, but his smile remained and he even chuckled softly. "Not if they're blinded by your hair, first," he shot back gently, his voice quiet. His eyes closed at her tender touch, a light stubble on his chin causing her fingertips to make a barely heard scratching sound as they shifted over his skin. Eyes opening once more, he merely looked at her quietly, as if studying her face.
Shaking her head back, Mashiro stuck out her pink tongue before letting her hand fall limply on his shoulder. "Nya," she mused while looking at the side of his face. She couldn't really see all of him because she wasn't above him or anything. Mashiro had not moved far from where she'd been poised at his side. Then, after she felt he had looked long enough while her curiosity stirred, she asked, "what?" She looked so innocent as she asked.
Kensei shook his head a bit, chuckling. "Nothin'. Never really looked at ya before." Realizing that didn't quite sound very nice, he quickly added, "I mean, I've looked at ya, but I only ever saw you as my assistant or friend or whatever." Was that it? He still didn't quite know. Deciding to shut the hell up, the silver haired man turned his attention back to the sky, which was pretty much almost completely dark now, only a soft glow hinting at where the sun was, the stars starting to shine.
At first she wanted to glare at him, but then he explained and she found that a more acceptable answer. "Right," she replied with a smile she tried to force down. Sitting back against his side, knees touching the side of Kensei's thigh as she curled up comfortably, Mashiro looked to the deepening sky, too. "Do I look different?" she asked, fishing for both compliments and pulling from that bottomless jar of curiosity.
Kensei was quiet, the corners of his mouth tightening a bit as he had a bit of an internal struggle. Finally, honesty came through and he murmured, "You look happy. Like, actually happy an' not fakin' it." He cleared his throat softly and licked his lips, then mumbled. "You're pretty." It sounded so stupid coming out of his mouth. Closing his eyes for a moment in self-loathing, he hoped she didn't outright laugh at him. He managed to force his eyes back open, looking at the stars.
Now that was probably the nicest thing he or anyone had ever said. Mashiro's gaze at the sky softened considerably as she resisted the urge to vocalize her otherwise mental "aw" in reply. Instead, she put a hand on the side of Kensei's face again and carefully turned him toward her. She could be persuading and pushy if she so chose. Yet she had nothing to say when her lips parted to speak, to even thank him. Words could not do justice to the soft spot in her heart that grew considerably at that. Instead, she kissed him again. The kiss was just as gentle as before, though over his lips rather than at the corner. When she pulled away and blinked, she grinned. That should have been thanks enough. He'd still get some kind of chocolaty treat their next day at work.
Kensei hadn't expected to feel her hand at his cheek. Or at least, not with some measure of pain involved. He looked back at her when she seemed to have something to say, his expression curious. Though she seemed to not be able to find the words and he watched her lean up to him, their lips pressing together. His eyes drifting shut, he lightly kissed her back before she pulled away and grinned at him. He laughed softly, giving her a somewhat sheepish, crooked grin before looking back up to the sky, squeezing her close.
If only Mashiro could stop her life like a movie. Call it quits and let it be a happy ending then and there. Unfortunately the film continued to roll and, to save herself from ruining it, she snuggled up to Kensei and decided it was time for a break. A hand fixed the blanket to pull it higher around her shoulders, fingers fiddling with the tail of her silky scarf under the covers when she was through. Sighing, she closer her eyes halfway and decided to wish on the next shooting star that tomorrow never had to come.
Noticing her fixing the blanket, Kensei grabbed the end she was tugging on and tucked it tight around her shoulder. He gave her shoulder a squeeze as if to ask if that was better, then reached down to set the mug he had forgotten he was holding (and now quite cold) onto the ground. Tucking that arm under the blanket, he once again began to slowly rock them with the single foot he left on the ground. This really had been a nice night, he decided to himself.
Location: Kensei's
Date: Sunday, Oct. 19, Evening
Rating: PG
Summary: Dinner followed by hot cocoa under a sunset
Kensei stood from his seat at his kitchen table, his belly pleasantly full. He had finally invited Mashiro over to his place to cook for her and prove that, yes, he actually did have culinary skills. Taking up his bowl and spoon, he grinned a bit at the woman who had been sitting next to him the whole evening. "Well, I don't know about you, but that was damned good." Chuckling, the silver haired man scooted in his chair with his hip, walking the short distance to the sink and setting his dishes in before turning off the heat under the pot of home-made beef stew still sitting on the stove. He glanced back over at Mashiro and said, "It's twice as good if I make it over a campfire, though."
For a long moment, Mashiro wasn't quite sure what to say. She watched him get up, eyes wide as she mulled over how she felt about that meal. Finally she said, "Kensei. . .you should make me dinner everyday." Standing to help him, the green haired woman picked up her plate and brought it over to the sink with Kensei. "That was really good! I'm sorry I doubted you." She put her bowl and utensils in the sink along with his, turning on the water and reaching out for soap to wash the dishes. Mashiro had gone in to auto pilot. Everyday after dinner, if she made it herself, she did the dishes immediately when she was through. She didn't even notice the fact that she had just about reached the soap.
Kensei blinked and looked at her, a bit stunned that she hadn't even teased him or pretended it wasn't all that great. Giving her a small smile, he chuckled and replied, "Thank you. And maybe not everyday, but sure, I can make dinner for you again." He had turned to grab the glasses from the table, adding, "'Cides, you still gotta make dinner for me." He heard the water turn on and turned towards her, almost gawking at her back that she was starting to wash the dishes. Walking up behind her, he placed the dishes in the sink and then turned off the water. "Get away from the sink," he ordered with a small, amused smirk. "I ain't gonna make dinner and then make you do the dishes for it."
Now it was Mashiro's turn to blink. She did so twice before tilting her head back and looking up at Kensei, sunglasses somehow managing to remain on her head. Mysterious, those accessories of hers were. "What?" When she looked back at her hands and the sink she chuckled before putting her hands at her side. "I don't mind," said the assistant as she stood there while turning to face Kensei again. "Habit I guess." It was nice to not tease him for once, she noted. That, and she was so shocked it was that yummy she couldn't say anything bad.
Chuckling gruffly, he made gentle shoo-ing motions at her to get her away from the sink. "I don't give a damn if you don't mind or not." He picked up a towel to wipe some water that had gotten onto his hands. "I'll take care of 'em later." Tossing the towel on the counter, he gave a glance out the window, seeing the sky ablaze with one of the usual autumn sunsets he loved so much before turning back to look at Mashiro, giving a slight toss of his head towards the back door. "How about hot chocolate on the porch?" he asked. Would make a nice relaxing end to their dinner, he thought.
Feeling a little silly, but not minding at all, Mashiro allowed herself to be shooed away. "Okay, okay!" she replied while backing out of the kitchen, hands held up as if she were under arrest. "I'm going!" When she was out of the way, her eyes fell to her shirt which she began to straighten and smooth out. More habits. "Hm?" Seeing the sky outside caused her lips to part in a moment of awe. So pretty. Mashiro hadn't even been paying attention but now that it was mentioned it was really nice out. "Sounds good!" she agreed while taking a few steps toward the door.
When she agreed, Kensei gave a nod, already opening a cabinet to grab two mugs. Setting them on the counter, he watched as she walked towards the door. Holding out his hand to get her to wait a moment, he walked over to a small closet near the back door and opened it. With a light grunt, he pulled a heavy blanket from a top shelf and then handed it to her. "Here, it's probably gettin' pretty chilly outside." He gave her a small squeeze on the arm as he passed her to make their drinks. "I'll be out in a few minutes."
Heavy blanket indeed. Mashiro wrapped her arms around it before making her way out with an 'okay' in response. Once she made it out the blanket was dropped on to the bench with her falling down beside it. Ahh, she was so full and happy to be so. Internally the woman was going over various thoughts about his cooking while she went through the motions of putting herself under the large blanket. By the time she was done she was in the middle of it with the ends tucked around her and the edge coming up to her nose. Chocolate eyes stared at the red sky while waiting for Kensei to hurry on up.
Kensei was out about five minutes later, holding two steaming mugs. "Normally I heat the milk on the stove, but if I did that I woulda missed the sunset. So I microwaved it," he explained off-handedly, not that she probably cared. Glancing at the sky, he looked back to her and chuckled at the way she was bundled up in the blanket. "You gonna share?" he teased lightly.
"No," said the woman from under the comforting warm while lashing out with an arm to open it. "But I guess if I want that hot chocolate I have to." Holding out the end for him, her rear scooted over to allow for more space on the bench. "I always put it in the micro, I've never tried the stove thing." Mashiro could multi-listen.
Carefully holding the hot chocolate out so that if he got bumped somehow it would only burn his finger and not the rest of him or her, he settled in next to the green haired woman, handing one of the mugs to her. "It's better to slowly heat it. The flavor's better." Taking the loose end of the blanket, he tucked it around him before casually draping his arm around Mashiro's shoulders and finally relaxing, even letting out a content sigh. This was nice, he had to admit. Lightly blowing across the mug, he put it to his lips, taking a small sip as he enjoyed the colors spreading across the sky.
Mashiro let her fingers wrap around the heated mug once the blanket was gone from her grasp. Her slender digits got cold quickly so the warmth was nice. Lifting the ceramic to her face, she blew at it gently but didn't take a sip. She liked to just hold it there, let the steam warm her face or smell the delicious chocolate. Carefully her body wiggled around to get comfortable against his side. Ahh. . ."Thanks," said Mashiro in relation to the drink, finally taking a slow sip. It burnt her tongue after the fact. It didn't bother her much.
His dark eyes glanced over when she spoke the single word. "You're welcome," he replied quietly. He sipped quietly at his hot chocolate, watching as the sun sank further behind the treeline. This view was why he had bought this place. Hefting one leg up onto the bench, he used his other to slowly push the porch swing back, rocking them back and forth absentmindedly, as he did even when he sat out on his porch alone. A cold autumn breeze blew, rustling the fallen leaves in his yard. Looking back to Mashiro, he asked, "You warm enough?"
After a few moments, Mashiro put her mug down on the small side table near her end. It was half full when she put it away, her tummy too full of food and now drink to finish. Sucking her arms in under the blanket, folding them on her lap where her legs were pulled up beside herself, she was content. "Mmhm." Nodding to Kensei, her head leaned back against his shoulder and she closed her eyes. She could sit here all night and not get cold. She was warmed from her heart.
"Hn, Kensei?" Her right eye opened to glance at him.
He nodded once at her confirmation, then looked back out to the sky, his mug at his lips. With her settled against him like that, he was certainly warm enough as well, and quite happy and relaxed. When she said his name, Kensei lowered his mug and looked to her. "Hm?"
Smile spreading over her lips, Mashiro tipped her head back and kissed the corner of his mouth gently. She never made a conscious note that she wasn't the first one to initiate a kiss yet. Well, now she could make that notation if she liked. Before she didn't mind not kissing Kensei, she just liked being in his company. Sometimes, though, she felt nervous. What if he wouldn't like it? Or he turned her away? A risk she decided to take this evening, Mashiro was glad she had.
Kensei blinked when he felt her lips press against the corner of his mouth, not having expected a kiss from her. However, the slight moment of surprise wore off quickly and a warm smile spread on his face, probably the first real, full smile that he had given her. He answered her with an equally gentle kiss to her lips, tasting the hot chocolate still lingering there. He didn't hold it for too long, however, slowly pulling back to rest his head lightly against hers.
When he pulled away, Mashiro looked at him and was so glad to see his smile. She'd felt it, sure, but she wanted to see it. "Hn, you're right. People would be scared of your smile." Her nose scrunched as she giggled, warm fingers coming up to touch his chin gently like a butterfly fleeting across his skin. Mashiro rather liked his smile. There was something unique about it.
Kensei rolled his eyes at her teasing, but his smile remained and he even chuckled softly. "Not if they're blinded by your hair, first," he shot back gently, his voice quiet. His eyes closed at her tender touch, a light stubble on his chin causing her fingertips to make a barely heard scratching sound as they shifted over his skin. Eyes opening once more, he merely looked at her quietly, as if studying her face.
Shaking her head back, Mashiro stuck out her pink tongue before letting her hand fall limply on his shoulder. "Nya," she mused while looking at the side of his face. She couldn't really see all of him because she wasn't above him or anything. Mashiro had not moved far from where she'd been poised at his side. Then, after she felt he had looked long enough while her curiosity stirred, she asked, "what?" She looked so innocent as she asked.
Kensei shook his head a bit, chuckling. "Nothin'. Never really looked at ya before." Realizing that didn't quite sound very nice, he quickly added, "I mean, I've looked at ya, but I only ever saw you as my assistant or friend or whatever." Was that it? He still didn't quite know. Deciding to shut the hell up, the silver haired man turned his attention back to the sky, which was pretty much almost completely dark now, only a soft glow hinting at where the sun was, the stars starting to shine.
At first she wanted to glare at him, but then he explained and she found that a more acceptable answer. "Right," she replied with a smile she tried to force down. Sitting back against his side, knees touching the side of Kensei's thigh as she curled up comfortably, Mashiro looked to the deepening sky, too. "Do I look different?" she asked, fishing for both compliments and pulling from that bottomless jar of curiosity.
Kensei was quiet, the corners of his mouth tightening a bit as he had a bit of an internal struggle. Finally, honesty came through and he murmured, "You look happy. Like, actually happy an' not fakin' it." He cleared his throat softly and licked his lips, then mumbled. "You're pretty." It sounded so stupid coming out of his mouth. Closing his eyes for a moment in self-loathing, he hoped she didn't outright laugh at him. He managed to force his eyes back open, looking at the stars.
Now that was probably the nicest thing he or anyone had ever said. Mashiro's gaze at the sky softened considerably as she resisted the urge to vocalize her otherwise mental "aw" in reply. Instead, she put a hand on the side of Kensei's face again and carefully turned him toward her. She could be persuading and pushy if she so chose. Yet she had nothing to say when her lips parted to speak, to even thank him. Words could not do justice to the soft spot in her heart that grew considerably at that. Instead, she kissed him again. The kiss was just as gentle as before, though over his lips rather than at the corner. When she pulled away and blinked, she grinned. That should have been thanks enough. He'd still get some kind of chocolaty treat their next day at work.
Kensei hadn't expected to feel her hand at his cheek. Or at least, not with some measure of pain involved. He looked back at her when she seemed to have something to say, his expression curious. Though she seemed to not be able to find the words and he watched her lean up to him, their lips pressing together. His eyes drifting shut, he lightly kissed her back before she pulled away and grinned at him. He laughed softly, giving her a somewhat sheepish, crooked grin before looking back up to the sky, squeezing her close.
If only Mashiro could stop her life like a movie. Call it quits and let it be a happy ending then and there. Unfortunately the film continued to roll and, to save herself from ruining it, she snuggled up to Kensei and decided it was time for a break. A hand fixed the blanket to pull it higher around her shoulders, fingers fiddling with the tail of her silky scarf under the covers when she was through. Sighing, she closer her eyes halfway and decided to wish on the next shooting star that tomorrow never had to come.
Noticing her fixing the blanket, Kensei grabbed the end she was tugging on and tucked it tight around her shoulder. He gave her shoulder a squeeze as if to ask if that was better, then reached down to set the mug he had forgotten he was holding (and now quite cold) onto the ground. Tucking that arm under the blanket, he once again began to slowly rock them with the single foot he left on the ground. This really had been a nice night, he decided to himself.