written for quartered; posting because wannatee_1984 sent me lovely capslock-ed messages. and oh yeah, first time posting here. unbeta'd fic is unbeta'd :)
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She usually meets him after his fishing trips, when his skin is still warm from the sun and stings just a little bit. They lead down to a familiar family restaurant to eat dinner, he prefers eating curry, and she likes watching him eat.
They rarely talk all the while back to his apartment, hands clasped together, almost never letting go. She sees people pass by them, whispering, shooting glances towards their direction, but he pulls her closer to him and she gets a whiff of his perfume, mixed with sweat, and that distinct tangy smell of being out in the sun for too long. Sometimes she thinks that being out in the sun might not be too bad at all.
He lets her in first inside, where an extra pair of soft and fuzzy slippers awaits for her in the doorway. She hears him lock the door as she waits for him in the living room. He approaches her with light footsteps, barely making a sound against the wooden floors. He leans to her just a little and asks her if she wants to stay for the night. His breath hitches when she tells him she can't, her heart breaking into pieces as a sigh escapes his lips.
They stay like that for a moment, just sitting quietly on his plush sofa. His hands making tiny circles on her palm, sending tingles up her spine. She relaxes to his touches, obviously wanting more, so they meet in a kiss. His soft lips caressing her own, and she finds herself not wanting to stop and wanting more than he gives her now. She pushes him to lie down, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, while he runs his hands on her arms and back, trying to reach as much as his hands can.
Then they stop. It's time for her to go, her filming schedule can only allow so much luxury for now. He disappears into a room to get a jacket, and hands it to her. She looks at him and sees him, all of him, and she feels safe, warm, and loved. They were standing in the doorway again when she lets "I love you" roll out of her tongue, and he barely manages to catch it. But makes up for it when he kisses her again before she bids him goodnight.
Re: ohno/meisaaoihikariAugust 25 2010, 13:03:10 UTC
YOU KNOW, HE'S TOTALLY BEEN SINCE TO BE FREE. DURING THE MUSIC STATION PERF FOR THAT, HE JUST WENT ON ABOUT FISHING AND PINEAPPLES AND SUNBURN. MAYBE SHE WAS THERE TRYING IN VAIN TO RUB IN SUNSCREENASDJKAFLHFJASHFJKLHASDK!!! XP
Re: ohno/meisahoneypuffedAugust 25 2010, 18:27:28 UTC
When Ohno finally makes it to Okinawa, there's only two things he cares about: fishing, and pineapples.
Unsurprisingly, sunscreen does not come into this, and after only two days he's already started to forget to reapply (or apply at all) and it isn't until the third that he realises that he's not a healthy brown anymore, but a bright, tender red. He pokes at his arm mindlessly as he munches on his breakfast. It's not really sore, or maybe he's just too accustomed to it. Generally he just feels like a walking heater, but it's nothing he can't deal with. At least until he gets back to the main island and back to Arashi and work and-- he doesn't want to think about it at the moment. For now: fishing and pineapples.
So he leaves his room on the third day, fishing gear in hand, every exposed bit of skin looking redder and redder by the minute. He doesn't even notice he's being followed until he hears a voice call his name, and when he spins around, Meisa is standing there and Ohno's breath catches a little bit, because she is just so gorgeous, and sometimes he thinks maybe he forgets. He smiles at her as she looks him up and down, slight smirk on her lips, and he knows it's nothing really to do with him per se, but the fact that he does genuinely look like a tomato.
"Sunscreen?" she asks, and Ohno just shrugs.
Come to think of it, even after all the speculation of pain levels and skin colour over breakfast, he forgot again today. He doesn't mention this.
She walks beside him in silence. She offers to carry something for him; he refuses. And every time he glances over at her, she's looking straight back, smiling softly at him.
He doesn't go fishing straight away then; he woke a little late and the tides aren't quite right anyway. They sit on the grass in the shade, Ohno with his legs crossed lazily and Meisa with hers tucked neatly to one side of her. Her dress falls just over her knees, and it looks soft and pretty and there's a second where Ohno almost reaches out to feel it before realising and throwing the thought to the back of his mind again.
Then Meisa's hand is on his arm, gentle, careful, and her expression sits somewhere between concern and amusement. "Do you have any on today?" she asks him. She doesn't specify, but Ohno understands clearly anyway.
He gives in and shakes his head slowly, as she pulls the bag off her shoulder, reaching into it and retrieving a small bottle of sunscreen. She doesn't request permission then, just pours it into her hand and begins to massage the cream into his skin. It's surprisingly refreshing against his hot skin, and while a lot of that has to do with the cold sunscreen itself, he thinks probably, the fact that it is by Meisa's hands doesn't hurt. She works her way down each arm, Ohno complying and twisting and shifting so she doesn't have to move, and when she puts hands on either side of his neck, Ohno gets suddenly and irrationally nervous about the whole thing and he squeezes his eyes shut. Like that, he lets her massage the sunscreen into his neck, up around his ears, his jaw, over his nose and cheeks--
She holds it there now, still and silent, and Ohno's eyes flutter open, his curiosity beating out his anxiety, and Meisa is still smiling that same smile before she leans in, closing the gap between them and placing her lips against his.
And that's all it is. Not three seconds later, she sits back, and continues to rub the sunscreen into his forehead and temples, like nothing has happened at all. But Ohno knows it has; his heart is all over the place, thumping too hard in his chest and then jumping up into his throat, and all he can do is sit there.
It's only at this point that he thinks that maybe, just maybe there's really one more thing he cares about on that list for him in Okinawa.
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She usually meets him after his fishing trips, when his skin is still warm from the sun and stings just a little bit. They lead down to a familiar family restaurant to eat dinner, he prefers eating curry, and she likes watching him eat.
They rarely talk all the while back to his apartment, hands clasped together, almost never letting go. She sees people pass by them, whispering, shooting glances towards their direction, but he pulls her closer to him and she gets a whiff of his perfume, mixed with sweat, and that distinct tangy smell of being out in the sun for too long. Sometimes she thinks that being out in the sun might not be too bad at all.
He lets her in first inside, where an extra pair of soft and fuzzy slippers awaits for her in the doorway. She hears him lock the door as she waits for him in the living room. He approaches her with light footsteps, barely making a sound against the wooden floors. He leans to her just a little and asks her if she wants to stay for the night. His breath hitches when she tells him she can't, her heart breaking into pieces as a sigh escapes his lips.
They stay like that for a moment, just sitting quietly on his plush sofa. His hands making tiny circles on her palm, sending tingles up her spine. She relaxes to his touches, obviously wanting more, so they meet in a kiss. His soft lips caressing her own, and she finds herself not wanting to stop and wanting more than he gives her now. She pushes him to lie down, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, while he runs his hands on her arms and back, trying to reach as much as his hands can.
Then they stop. It's time for her to go, her filming schedule can only allow so much luxury for now. He disappears into a room to get a jacket, and hands it to her. She looks at him and sees him, all of him, and she feels safe, warm, and loved. They were standing in the doorway again when she lets "I love you" roll out of her tongue, and he barely manages to catch it. But makes up for it when he kisses her again before she bids him goodnight.
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ASDFGASDFKJKJAGSDJKFJKGJGKJASDFA!!!! XD
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I MEAN COME ON PPL! ;~;bb
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GOSH THEY'RE SO ADORABLE, and Ohno probably doesn't notice it all. :))
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ALL SHE NEEDS TO DO IT JUST BABBLE ON ABOUT FISHING, THAT MIGHT GIVE HIM THE HINT HE NEEDS! ;D
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APPARENTLY, THIS SHIP HAS MORE EVIDENCE THAN I ACTUALLY THOUGHT. :DD
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Unsurprisingly, sunscreen does not come into this, and after only two days he's already started to forget to reapply (or apply at all) and it isn't until the third that he realises that he's not a healthy brown anymore, but a bright, tender red. He pokes at his arm mindlessly as he munches on his breakfast. It's not really sore, or maybe he's just too accustomed to it. Generally he just feels like a walking heater, but it's nothing he can't deal with. At least until he gets back to the main island and back to Arashi and work and-- he doesn't want to think about it at the moment. For now: fishing and pineapples.
So he leaves his room on the third day, fishing gear in hand, every exposed bit of skin looking redder and redder by the minute. He doesn't even notice he's being followed until he hears a voice call his name, and when he spins around, Meisa is standing there and Ohno's breath catches a little bit, because she is just so gorgeous, and sometimes he thinks maybe he forgets. He smiles at her as she looks him up and down, slight smirk on her lips, and he knows it's nothing really to do with him per se, but the fact that he does genuinely look like a tomato.
"Sunscreen?" she asks, and Ohno just shrugs.
Come to think of it, even after all the speculation of pain levels and skin colour over breakfast, he forgot again today. He doesn't mention this.
She walks beside him in silence. She offers to carry something for him; he refuses. And every time he glances over at her, she's looking straight back, smiling softly at him.
He doesn't go fishing straight away then; he woke a little late and the tides aren't quite right anyway. They sit on the grass in the shade, Ohno with his legs crossed lazily and Meisa with hers tucked neatly to one side of her. Her dress falls just over her knees, and it looks soft and pretty and there's a second where Ohno almost reaches out to feel it before realising and throwing the thought to the back of his mind again.
Then Meisa's hand is on his arm, gentle, careful, and her expression sits somewhere between concern and amusement. "Do you have any on today?" she asks him. She doesn't specify, but Ohno understands clearly anyway.
He gives in and shakes his head slowly, as she pulls the bag off her shoulder, reaching into it and retrieving a small bottle of sunscreen. She doesn't request permission then, just pours it into her hand and begins to massage the cream into his skin. It's surprisingly refreshing against his hot skin, and while a lot of that has to do with the cold sunscreen itself, he thinks probably, the fact that it is by Meisa's hands doesn't hurt. She works her way down each arm, Ohno complying and twisting and shifting so she doesn't have to move, and when she puts hands on either side of his neck, Ohno gets suddenly and irrationally nervous about the whole thing and he squeezes his eyes shut. Like that, he lets her massage the sunscreen into his neck, up around his ears, his jaw, over his nose and cheeks--
She holds it there now, still and silent, and Ohno's eyes flutter open, his curiosity beating out his anxiety, and Meisa is still smiling that same smile before she leans in, closing the gap between them and placing her lips against his.
And that's all it is. Not three seconds later, she sits back, and continues to rub the sunscreen into his forehead and temples, like nothing has happened at all. But Ohno knows it has; his heart is all over the place, thumping too hard in his chest and then jumping up into his throat, and all he can do is sit there.
It's only at this point that he thinks that maybe, just maybe there's really one more thing he cares about on that list for him in Okinawa.
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SO CUTE AND SWEET AND OHNO!!!
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'S OKINAWA SO! :3
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SHIPPING THIS WAY TOO HARD NNNNNNNNNF
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totally rewatching arashi eps meisa is on and think FUCK WHY DIDN'T I SEE THAT BEFORE!
you should do a het pairing of sho with maki and make them double date with ohno and meisa.... 0.0
OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD RIGHT THAT SHIT PLZ! ;~;bb
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