Rushed fic
Title: Midnight gamers
Genre: General
Pairing: Yumiko & Mizu
Summary: Inspired by stone_depot's post about Yumiko and Mizu having gone to a game center in the middle of the night to uh, "deepen their relationship" XD
Disclaimer: RP with almost!slash.
Note: This idea came to my head right as I was going to sleep last night. I wrote it down in my notebook and my muse wouldn't let me leave for work without having written it. So here it is, horribly unedited -_-;; When I get back, I'll go back over it.
Yumiko stood in front of the game center for a long moment, taking in the flashing lights and the chaos of pulsing beats emanating from the sliding doors. She could see through the glass the myriad of games housed inside in all their neon colored glory.
She felt even more drained just looking at all of it.
Yumiko glanced beside her at her top star, catching a look of both interest and apprehension on Mizu’s face, laced with a good dose of exhaustion. At rehearsals, Mizu had given a happy, energetic face, repeating sequences over and over again and rallying the troupe even when Yumiko herself had started to give in to her fatigue. ‘If I’m tired,’ Yumiko thought guiltily, ‘Mizu must be exhausted.’ She reached out to gently touch Mizu’s arm. “You know, I’m pretty tired…”
Mizu turned her head and quirked an eyebrow at Yumiko. “What about all that talk you gave me about ‘deepening our relationship,’ hm?” she asked teasingly.
“I was kidding,” Yumiko said, smiling bashfully, “We really don’t have to do this.” ‘You really don’t have to entertain a stupid school girl whim of mine…’
“Well, we’re here already,” Mizu said, cocking her head to one side and thinking for a moment. “How about we just play for 30 minutes?” Yumiko raised her eyebrows and lowered her chin slightly, asking a silent, ‘Are you sure?’ Mizu simply laughed and took Yumiko’s hand, pulling her in. “Come on, let’s play before we fall asleep standing here!”
***
If that had been a real battlefield, we’d both be dead…
“That’s not fair! How are you supposed to kill that thing? You have to be a professional or something in order to beat it!”
Mizu tried to hide her smile at Yumiko’s continued ranting as they walked towards Yumiko's apartment. Yumiko was in full pout-mode: her face in a severe frown, her arms crossed tightly across her chest and - Mizu pursed her lips to keep from laughing - she was stomping as if giving a tantrum.
“We’ll come back later,” Mizu replied, patting Yumiko’s back, not unlike how she would soothe a 4-year-old child. As amused as she was by Yumiko’s display, Mizu realized that it was probably also due to fatigue that was making Yumiko act this way; Yumiko had been her source of energy the entire day of rehearsals, always right beside her and giving her the strength to make it through. ‘She must be exhausted,’ Mizu thought worriedly.
Yumiko, however, continued to pout, her footsteps getting even louder to express her frustration. Mizu couldn’t contain herself anymore and laughed, a grudging smile coming to Yumiko's face. “Really, we’ll come back another day,” she said when she finally was through laughing. “But right now we have to get some rest before our kumichou shoots us tomorrow.”
“I’ll just blame you.”
“What?!” Mizu gaped at Yumiko, who just smirked at her. “It was *your* idea to come here!” She pitched her voice into a high squeak to imitate Yumiko’s. “‘So we can understand our characters better!’”
Yumiko glared at her, but it didn't have much effect with the grin on her face. “My voice isn’t that high,” she said, nudging Mizu.
“Ah, but you didn’t deny that it was your idea,” Mizu countered, nudging her back and throwing Yumiko slightly off balance, causing her to stumble slightly.
“Keep doing that and you’ll end up carrying me home,” she warned lightly.
“Well, we’re just across the street from your apartment…”
“Silly! You’d end up hurting yourself,” Yumiko said, rolling her eyes. “Not to mention you’d hurt *me.* Anyway, tomorrow, when - Hey!!” Suddenly, Yumiko found herself looking straight up into the night sky and with Mizu's warm arms wrapped around her.
Mizu grinned down at the squealing woman in her arms. “Shh,” she said, a twinkle in her eye, “Not so loud. People are trying to sleep.”
“Mizu, put me down! Seriously -”
“Don’t make a scene. People might think I’m kidnapping you or something,” Mizu simply replied as she crossed the street, carrying Yumiko the whole time.
‘Don’t make a scene, she says,’ Yumiko thought, ‘Because it’s perfectly normal to see someone be carried by another person like this in the middle of the night…’ Yumiko tried to stare Mizu into putting her down, but the other woman blithely ignored her. ‘I guess I might as well enjoy it,’ she thought, wrapping her arms around Mizu’s neck and resting her head on Mizu’s shoulder, idly noting the scent of jasmine from Mizu’s perfume.
Mizu grinned as she felt Yumiko finally relax and then a jolt when the warmth of Yumiko’s breath traveled up her neck. ‘Funny, I don’t feel so tired anymore…’ It was a mere couple of minutes until they reached Yumiko’s apartment building, but Mizu made no movement to put Yumiko down. Yumiko keyed in the code to the building while in Mizu's hold, relieved to find the lobby empty.
It was very quiet when they entered the elevator and Yumiko caught sight of their blurred reflection in the steel doors. She blushed at how intimate they looked and she snuck a glance up at Mizu’s face. But it was at that same moment that Mizu chose to glance down at her. Yumiko was suddenly very aware of how securely Mizu had her arms wrapped around her, of how her own hands were slightly tangled in the bottom edges of Mizu’s hair, of how the light made Mizu’s eyes darker and lighter at the same time.
The bell rang, signaling the elevator’s arrival at her floor and Yumiko hastily brought her hand down, having not even realized she had begun to reach up to touch Mizu’s face. Silently, Mizu walked them to Yumiko’s door, stopping then looking down in askance when Yumiko made no move to unlock it.
“You can put me down now,” Yumiko said shyly.
Mizu quirked an eyebrow again. “You mean you don’t want me to carry you across the threshold?” she teased, feeling a little bit of recklessness run through her; she chalked it up to being tired.
“Only married couples do that, silly.”
“Well, you did say you wanted to deepen our relationship…” Mizu laughed as felt Yumiko start and she gently set the other woman back on the ground. She stepped back, her arms empty and awkward at her sides. “I wonder if Nero and Escobar had that kind of relationship,” she wondered aloud, more to fill the air than for major discussion.
Yumiko shook her head but giggled all the same. “You’ve been reading too much fanmail.”
“Does that mean your fans have also been putting our characters together?” Mizu teased, already knowing the answer from the blush and the dimples that appeared on Yumiko’s face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yumiko stuttered slightly, very aware of both the fierce blush on her cheeks and Mizu’s knowing, teasing gaze, trying desperately to suppress the former and to avoid the latter.
“Oh, I think you do,” she heard Mizu murmur. She felt Mizu step closer, the suddenness of that warmth surrounding her again causing her to let out a soft gasp and involuntarily look up. She swallowed hard, finding Mizu very close to her, Mizu's eyes intent and her lips curled into one of those smiles - the one that made Yumiko's lips burn and her breathing stop and she pressed her hands against the door at her back. Two thoughts came to her mind then: one, that she had nowhere to run and two, that she had no intention of running.
A loud chorus of off-key singing made them both jump, a group of extremely drunk young men getting off of the elevator, laughing uproariously as they stumbled over each other. Thankfully, their room was at that end of the hall and the two women were again left alone in the hall.
“Well.” Mizu rubbed at her neck self-consciously, awkward but a little relieved to see the same sort of gesture from Yumiko.
“See you in the morning?” Yumiko managed to ask with some semblance of normalcy.
Mizu glanced down at her watch and laughed ruefully. “It’s already morning.”
Yumiko winced. “Sorry.”
Mizu waved away the apology. “Don’t be. I had a lot of fun ‘deepening our relationship,’” she said with a grin.
Yumiko ducked her head, unable to hide her own grin. “Thanks,” she said, hoping she could convey her sincerity with that single word.
Mizu nodded generously. “I’ll see you later.” Yumiko watched her walk down the hallway, giving her a little wave as she disappeared behind the steel elevator doors. She bit her lip, feeling giddy and wondering if she was just that tired, or if it was from that bit of perfume that still lingered in the air.
Genre: General
Pairing: Yumiko & Mizu
Summary: Inspired by stone_depot's post about Yumiko and Mizu having gone to a game center in the middle of the night to uh, "deepen their relationship" XD
Disclaimer: RP with almost!slash.
Note: This idea came to my head right as I was going to sleep last night. I wrote it down in my notebook and my muse wouldn't let me leave for work without having written it. So here it is, horribly unedited -_-;; When I get back, I'll go back over it.
Yumiko stood in front of the game center for a long moment, taking in the flashing lights and the chaos of pulsing beats emanating from the sliding doors. She could see through the glass the myriad of games housed inside in all their neon colored glory.
She felt even more drained just looking at all of it.
Yumiko glanced beside her at her top star, catching a look of both interest and apprehension on Mizu’s face, laced with a good dose of exhaustion. At rehearsals, Mizu had given a happy, energetic face, repeating sequences over and over again and rallying the troupe even when Yumiko herself had started to give in to her fatigue. ‘If I’m tired,’ Yumiko thought guiltily, ‘Mizu must be exhausted.’ She reached out to gently touch Mizu’s arm. “You know, I’m pretty tired…”
Mizu turned her head and quirked an eyebrow at Yumiko. “What about all that talk you gave me about ‘deepening our relationship,’ hm?” she asked teasingly.
“I was kidding,” Yumiko said, smiling bashfully, “We really don’t have to do this.” ‘You really don’t have to entertain a stupid school girl whim of mine…’
“Well, we’re here already,” Mizu said, cocking her head to one side and thinking for a moment. “How about we just play for 30 minutes?” Yumiko raised her eyebrows and lowered her chin slightly, asking a silent, ‘Are you sure?’ Mizu simply laughed and took Yumiko’s hand, pulling her in. “Come on, let’s play before we fall asleep standing here!”
***
If that had been a real battlefield, we’d both be dead…
“That’s not fair! How are you supposed to kill that thing? You have to be a professional or something in order to beat it!”
Mizu tried to hide her smile at Yumiko’s continued ranting as they walked towards Yumiko's apartment. Yumiko was in full pout-mode: her face in a severe frown, her arms crossed tightly across her chest and - Mizu pursed her lips to keep from laughing - she was stomping as if giving a tantrum.
“We’ll come back later,” Mizu replied, patting Yumiko’s back, not unlike how she would soothe a 4-year-old child. As amused as she was by Yumiko’s display, Mizu realized that it was probably also due to fatigue that was making Yumiko act this way; Yumiko had been her source of energy the entire day of rehearsals, always right beside her and giving her the strength to make it through. ‘She must be exhausted,’ Mizu thought worriedly.
Yumiko, however, continued to pout, her footsteps getting even louder to express her frustration. Mizu couldn’t contain herself anymore and laughed, a grudging smile coming to Yumiko's face. “Really, we’ll come back another day,” she said when she finally was through laughing. “But right now we have to get some rest before our kumichou shoots us tomorrow.”
“I’ll just blame you.”
“What?!” Mizu gaped at Yumiko, who just smirked at her. “It was *your* idea to come here!” She pitched her voice into a high squeak to imitate Yumiko’s. “‘So we can understand our characters better!’”
Yumiko glared at her, but it didn't have much effect with the grin on her face. “My voice isn’t that high,” she said, nudging Mizu.
“Ah, but you didn’t deny that it was your idea,” Mizu countered, nudging her back and throwing Yumiko slightly off balance, causing her to stumble slightly.
“Keep doing that and you’ll end up carrying me home,” she warned lightly.
“Well, we’re just across the street from your apartment…”
“Silly! You’d end up hurting yourself,” Yumiko said, rolling her eyes. “Not to mention you’d hurt *me.* Anyway, tomorrow, when - Hey!!” Suddenly, Yumiko found herself looking straight up into the night sky and with Mizu's warm arms wrapped around her.
Mizu grinned down at the squealing woman in her arms. “Shh,” she said, a twinkle in her eye, “Not so loud. People are trying to sleep.”
“Mizu, put me down! Seriously -”
“Don’t make a scene. People might think I’m kidnapping you or something,” Mizu simply replied as she crossed the street, carrying Yumiko the whole time.
‘Don’t make a scene, she says,’ Yumiko thought, ‘Because it’s perfectly normal to see someone be carried by another person like this in the middle of the night…’ Yumiko tried to stare Mizu into putting her down, but the other woman blithely ignored her. ‘I guess I might as well enjoy it,’ she thought, wrapping her arms around Mizu’s neck and resting her head on Mizu’s shoulder, idly noting the scent of jasmine from Mizu’s perfume.
Mizu grinned as she felt Yumiko finally relax and then a jolt when the warmth of Yumiko’s breath traveled up her neck. ‘Funny, I don’t feel so tired anymore…’ It was a mere couple of minutes until they reached Yumiko’s apartment building, but Mizu made no movement to put Yumiko down. Yumiko keyed in the code to the building while in Mizu's hold, relieved to find the lobby empty.
It was very quiet when they entered the elevator and Yumiko caught sight of their blurred reflection in the steel doors. She blushed at how intimate they looked and she snuck a glance up at Mizu’s face. But it was at that same moment that Mizu chose to glance down at her. Yumiko was suddenly very aware of how securely Mizu had her arms wrapped around her, of how her own hands were slightly tangled in the bottom edges of Mizu’s hair, of how the light made Mizu’s eyes darker and lighter at the same time.
The bell rang, signaling the elevator’s arrival at her floor and Yumiko hastily brought her hand down, having not even realized she had begun to reach up to touch Mizu’s face. Silently, Mizu walked them to Yumiko’s door, stopping then looking down in askance when Yumiko made no move to unlock it.
“You can put me down now,” Yumiko said shyly.
Mizu quirked an eyebrow again. “You mean you don’t want me to carry you across the threshold?” she teased, feeling a little bit of recklessness run through her; she chalked it up to being tired.
“Only married couples do that, silly.”
“Well, you did say you wanted to deepen our relationship…” Mizu laughed as felt Yumiko start and she gently set the other woman back on the ground. She stepped back, her arms empty and awkward at her sides. “I wonder if Nero and Escobar had that kind of relationship,” she wondered aloud, more to fill the air than for major discussion.
Yumiko shook her head but giggled all the same. “You’ve been reading too much fanmail.”
“Does that mean your fans have also been putting our characters together?” Mizu teased, already knowing the answer from the blush and the dimples that appeared on Yumiko’s face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yumiko stuttered slightly, very aware of both the fierce blush on her cheeks and Mizu’s knowing, teasing gaze, trying desperately to suppress the former and to avoid the latter.
“Oh, I think you do,” she heard Mizu murmur. She felt Mizu step closer, the suddenness of that warmth surrounding her again causing her to let out a soft gasp and involuntarily look up. She swallowed hard, finding Mizu very close to her, Mizu's eyes intent and her lips curled into one of those smiles - the one that made Yumiko's lips burn and her breathing stop and she pressed her hands against the door at her back. Two thoughts came to her mind then: one, that she had nowhere to run and two, that she had no intention of running.
A loud chorus of off-key singing made them both jump, a group of extremely drunk young men getting off of the elevator, laughing uproariously as they stumbled over each other. Thankfully, their room was at that end of the hall and the two women were again left alone in the hall.
“Well.” Mizu rubbed at her neck self-consciously, awkward but a little relieved to see the same sort of gesture from Yumiko.
“See you in the morning?” Yumiko managed to ask with some semblance of normalcy.
Mizu glanced down at her watch and laughed ruefully. “It’s already morning.”
Yumiko winced. “Sorry.”
Mizu waved away the apology. “Don’t be. I had a lot of fun ‘deepening our relationship,’” she said with a grin.
Yumiko ducked her head, unable to hide her own grin. “Thanks,” she said, hoping she could convey her sincerity with that single word.
Mizu nodded generously. “I’ll see you later.” Yumiko watched her walk down the hallway, giving her a little wave as she disappeared behind the steel elevator doors. She bit her lip, feeling giddy and wondering if she was just that tired, or if it was from that bit of perfume that still lingered in the air.