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[It takes more than waking in velvet red sheets to get a stir out of him anymore. The hotel had taken its toll in more ways than one leaving him rather jaded to the forced activities it set upon its unwilling victims. He doesn't stir from his laid out position casting an arm, and sleeve, over his tired eyes.
So he's still clothed and the air isn't thick in the stuff sweet and warping, themselves something of an oddities to wake to. Neither does the sense something is all that different strike him as he shifts about to sit up giving into curiosity if he has a bed mate; then whom.
The sight sets a lump to his throat, a familiar sight from a long time not seen. She's resting, peaceful perhaps, dressed in something of a uniform and her usual hat.
How long has it been, he thinks ruffling his hair and exhaling. He doesn't want to wake her for a multitude of reasons, foremost the baggage between them for all they'be experienced together. Eventually she'll have to wake and the usual requirements will set in.]
So he's still clothed and the air isn't thick in the stuff sweet and warping, themselves something of an oddities to wake to. Neither does the sense something is all that different strike him as he shifts about to sit up giving into curiosity if he has a bed mate; then whom.
The sight sets a lump to his throat, a familiar sight from a long time not seen. She's resting, peaceful perhaps, dressed in something of a uniform and her usual hat.
How long has it been, he thinks ruffling his hair and exhaling. He doesn't want to wake her for a multitude of reasons, foremost the baggage between them for all they'be experienced together. Eventually she'll have to wake and the usual requirements will set in.]
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[Though, not without issues as usual. The pink sheets tickle her nose once she shifts, and once again, the problems with being a light sleeper gradually begin to awaken her. She wants to fight it - she truly does - but the more near conscious she becomes, the more her brain immediately begins ticking things off as wrong. Like, for instance, she didn't fall asleep on a bed this comfortable last evening.]
[Nonetheless, she fights opening her eyes just yet, refusing to see where she may be this time.]
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He doesn't want to wake her, he thinks again, but once a few minutes tick back the mental fortitude needed has set in and with calm tone he calls her name.]
Naoto. [How long since he'd said her name? It's no lost irony that two fo the women he's willing to admit he cares for share the same name. He almost wonders if she knows anyone by his name to further the absurdity.
A hand braces her shoulder and makes a pass toward her hair to stir her into the waking world.]
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[But then, there's a hand on her shoulder.]
[She has to give in then. Opening her eyes, Naoto turns her head just enough to look back and see a face she hasn't seen in what felt like ages.]
Heine...
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[Although she looks the same as she did the last time they meet. Time is of no consequence here and physical changes are on whims rather than age. Still, there's a ragged edge to his expression and tone as he studies her from his seated position.]
What's someone supposed to say in the situations like this?
[Heine thought it over and failed to come to terms with wiser words.]
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[It doesn't seem like anything about him has changed, but something about his expression... Something about it seemed more tired. She wondered why.]
Hm... while I'm not sure about formalities in this situation, if company is taken into consideration... I believe 'nice to see you' works.
[Again, she thinks because she remembers this interior. What did this place want after all this time?]
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[A red lavish room meant only one thing and to spring it upon him with her as his bed mate. There are worse scenarios than getting locked in a room with someone he knew and knew intimately.]
You look-- well. [From what he recalls, the same head of blueish hair and sharp eyes. The allure rears up the longer he looks and what's hotel brought is debatable. He's just glad she's okay, for a change, and that comes as a bizarre blessing.]
Feels like there's more to this than, this.
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Thank you. Things have... improved. [Many things have improved. In fact, her hair was just a little longer, and she had been debating internally about a wardrobe change.] How have things been for you?
[And, having another look around the room, she nods.]
It does seem... simple almost.
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Better and worse. [It's kinda of weird to have a moment to think about it.]
Is that so bad? [He pulls at his collar and pulls himself to sit in on bed. The air and its contents will take effect soon enough, yet he doesn't find or need to wait. Perhaps it's already taking hold, the lump in his throat and clammy feeling about his skin seems to suggest so.]
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... No. As we both know, we could've been subjected us to anything. [Really, they're being given an option... Surprisingly polite of the Hotel to do that. Eyes flitting up to him, she blinks. He seems tense, but maybe... would he? She wonders because it was him, she wouldn't oppose...]
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Subject to damn near everything. [All this idleness is worse, although practice in keeping cool. A tug at his collar and huff later, his red eyes lock longer to hers unsure and hesitant about bring the obvious upfront.] It's getting- warmer.
[Ages or not, he's attracted to her more than most in the hotel. It might have been a mix of altered memories and forced encounters, but it's real enough. Plenty enough to lean closer upon mentioning the heat.]
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[She doesn't pull away as he moves closer, keeping her eyes locked with his.] ... If you intend on doing something about it, I'm fine with it.
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Pale lips take hers and his hand grasps at her shirt taking the progression slow. It's an answer, her taste flooding his senses and stirring the fire in the pit of his stomach. The warmth is no fluke, it's very real if internal.]
Figures it's end up this way. [He chimes almost amused after a brief kiss and before the next.]
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[It's one reason why she can sigh in relief against his lips and remain still while he removes her shirt. Buttons - she should consider an alternative in the future to avoid this, but another time. Perhaps when she's not considering the taste of his lips and how long it's been.]
Mmm, more than acceptable. [And she hums against his mouth at the next kiss, raising her hands and slowly lowering them on his shoulders.]
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Yea, it is. [Plenty acceptable. Comments take a backseat when Naoto's mouth takes up his again, her hands finding perch on his shoulders. Her shirt is open and remains on for now, his narrow eyes taking a sample sight of her buxom unhindered by much cloth.] It's been... too long... I think I miss this. [The manner he speaks makes the words hard to pin as a joke or more, his actions moving them along as his thumb makes a rake at the skin above her belly button.]
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Mmm, you seem a little more certain than that. [Her body tremors slightly at his thumb, but his actions only momentarily interrupt her stripping off his buttons. Somehow, still managing to be calm and orderly. She's not making any moves to cover her clothed chest...]
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Might be, just have to see. [He half teases feeling his short loosen as each button is undone. Once she's finished, he repeats the same as her reeling his hands back to lift his shirt off revealing his pale torso and bandaged neck.]
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Hm, fair enough. [And see they would. With his clothes gone, she touches his torso slowly, letting her fingertips trace the few lines her has in his skin, moving up to his chest. They don't go anywhere near his neck, but she does glance at it - remember what it's hiding - before looking up to meet his eyes again.]