unfamiliar ceiling - [rl] with yukari
[ Sunlight streams in through an uncovered window; Yukari's whole bedroom is bathed in a soft, organic glow. Minato comes to consciousness in slow spurts. First his forehead wrinkles. Then his nose twitches. Finally, his eyelids flutter open.
The unfamiliarity is staggering. His body seizes momentarily in that "scared witless" sort of way. It's during this tense period that he first feels it. The soft curve of a backside against his own. The wispy sensation of another's hair against his neck. The comfortable entanglement of an extra pair of legs.
Of course, it is his first instinct to jerk away. Any hope of a spare moment to try to clear his head - deduce his location or at least the identity of his bedmate - are completely dashed, however, at the immediate realization that they are physically attached somehow. When he jerks, she jerks with him.
... At least, he is pretty sure now that it's a she, if that sharp cry is any indication. ]
The unfamiliarity is staggering. His body seizes momentarily in that "scared witless" sort of way. It's during this tense period that he first feels it. The soft curve of a backside against his own. The wispy sensation of another's hair against his neck. The comfortable entanglement of an extra pair of legs.
Of course, it is his first instinct to jerk away. Any hope of a spare moment to try to clear his head - deduce his location or at least the identity of his bedmate - are completely dashed, however, at the immediate realization that they are physically attached somehow. When he jerks, she jerks with him.
... At least, he is pretty sure now that it's a she, if that sharp cry is any indication. ]