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Locked until he pops |

Waking up with no prior memory of how he got into the room was not new for the Hotel. Having a locked door opening by specific means was run of the mill too; the usual get one's partner to orgasm the Hotel's go to. Heine has some time to think this room is another quick fuck and let go, but the faint aroma of sweets tell him he's wrong.

More so when he lifts from his seat and discovers who else is in waiting. She's still sleeping, dark hair frayed over her eyes and a gentle rise of her breath chest. She's attractive for certain. He isn't a moron or so with drawn he can't see that; or want that.

There's already a warmth radiating from his neck. Soft to no startle, he speaks her name and questions if he ought to shake her. Touch wins out and his hands take her shoulders to wake her.

"Hey, wake up Naoto." Enough rattling and a piece of paper flutters from her pocket addressed to her and their means of getting out of this room.

Big Blue Boyfriend | locked to "secondone"

[The bottle of light blue soda doesn't appear nefarious in the slightest, which drops any sense of concern Heine might have had about the wayward bottle in the fridge. The shared fridge at that-- Naoto now his girlfriend after much ado. They're-- warmer to each other, something close to normal with a higher yearning for touch.

The soda goes down easy and cool, the blueberry flavoring fizzy and oddly filling. He's standing halfway between the kitchen and living room of their meager apartment, glass bottle empty and resting in his hand when Naoto comes in.]

When did you buy this, it's pretty good. [He remarks dry while waving the bottle in the air unaware of it's content's true powers.]

locked to 'bringsthepaine'

[Heine has made it habit to not wander into rooms unless he had to. The hotel had plenty of secrets and surprises it could hide behind closed doors. A strong whiff of aphrodisiac was one thing, but some of the hotel's assertive pushes were much more creative.

Sleep however isn't something he can avoid, which allowed to hotel to catch his guard down and toss him in whatever situation it pleased. He wasn't expecting this when his dim red eyes fluttered open and the first sniff of various foods entered his nose.

An entire buffet laid out for the picking; mountains of meat, vegetables, breads, and desserts all for the taking. Instinctive defense kicked in, although faded with the dull ache of hunger echoing through out his pale slender body.

He is still clothed for a change, pants and simple shirt with a jacket on top. He almost doesn't notice the other person; a woman seated not too far and equally confused if he could read expressions well enough. Slowly he stands bracing the chair he awake in before speaking low.]

Not the worst surprise this place has sprung on me... you? [He's trying to be cordial, and alleviate his agitation.]

Locked to ???

[The size of the buffet is awe-striking to say the least of it. Various colors and taste were scattered about across tables upon tables that it was enough to make Naoto's head spin. Yet the the amount of food was what she noticed second having awoken without prior knowing how she ended up here. The scent of food had made itself known shortly after waking, the the dark short haired woman standing from her cushioned chair to look about and maybe put a reason behind things.

The search for exit and reason alike began to fade the longer she moved about catching sight and scent of the massive buffet. Naoto couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten well, or eaten at all, and the constant assault to her senses made her hunger more apparent. A few bits shouldn't hurt, but she's far too cautious to let her guard down for a small bite no matter how hungry she is.

Eventually she comes across another person, a woman to be exact. Gut instinct tells her the woman won't have any idea either, but forming a group was better than roaming aimlessly and from the looks of it there isn't much in the way of exits besides a distant door beyond the rows of food.

Flattening her skirt out, she approached her and spoke up so not to alarm. That is if her stomach's growing doesn't first.]

Excuse me, do you know where we are?

Locked to pishirogane

[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.]

Quickest way to a man's heart

[Allen has never been particularly known for brashness when it came to relationships. Other odds and ends, sure; but relationships he took nice and slow under the pressure of acting gentlemanly and proper. He's given leeway in recent months and weeks with Aqua here and there with a willingness to publicly display affection in minor ways.

Still, he's hesitant to go further and thus far she's been accommodating to. So when the offer of dinner is made, he's on board drawn in by his stomach and politeness. The way to man's heart is through his stomach as they say and Allen is no different. If anything, it's a short trip given his love of food.

It's her place, him dressed somewhat casual with a limp long sleeve shirt and worn jeans. He's persistent keeping his left arm under wraps to not frighten people, its appearance unusual to say the least for his occupation as an exorcist. The scars about his body aren't as easily seen, but hidden none the less adding the pile of issues he has with getting more intimate.

With a gentle knock on her door, he waits curious and holding a half smile. Come to think of it, he never did ask her was was for dinner.]

A bunch of hot air and cold breath

[No one is a fan of sweltering humid heat. Even those who adore the warm air find it sticky and breath taking in the worst ways possible. Usui is not different, no superhuman or alien ability to beat the heat naturally. It's by misfortune the school's air conditioning stops working two days prior and no advancement has been made to fix it. The classroom's windows are cracked open, blinds pulled to filter the light and allow the stagnate air in.

Nature doesn't have the decency to grant wind today making it more miserable. He's forward thinking though, preparing things to beat back the heat since he knows full and well Misaki isn't going to cut the day short due to heat. There's paperwork to do and an assortment of Presidential duties she's too duty bound herself to let go for the better of her health. That's actually the reason he's there today, a lack of pestering and teasing uncharacteristic of him despite the numerous chances to do something so.

It's later, but not so late the school is empty. People are roaming the halls and after class activities are booming in face of the swelter. Usui has undone the top three buttons of his shirt, sleeves rolled higher, and look of misery over his face. Chewing on ice has been his only shelter from the heat and his teeth are growing tired from the chewing.

He watches her work and thinks to ask if he should help, but pride is a funny thing. Instead he drags himself closer setting a larger metal bowl of sorts filled tot he brim with ice and water bottles. It's stayed cool this entire time thankfully and access to ice is easy when it's almost across the hall. He tilts his head from his close proximity, tilts it the other way, and finally pops another piece of ice in his mouth before walking behind her.

She's too engrossed in her Presidential duties and he's needy, bored, and worried. Worried quite a bit the heat is getting to her. So ice crushed and breath cold, he parts her hair to one side to blow on her ear a cold air to snap her out of it and to prevent further boredom. At least she'll pay attention to him and maybe even play with him, that is if his persistence is stronger than her will to work.]

of scars and metal

[Cloud and Edith were dating in all but words themselves. He had gotten use to the lack of terminology coming to understand how unnerving it was for her to her. Things are steady enough, some bumps and dips in the road when certain aspects of their personalities clashed, but overall they got along well. Something about two ex-soldiers hit it off well despite the major differences in their services.

Her scars are physical as they are mental, his own more the latter than former. He has some lasting scraps, but he is still whole missing nothing other than his memories and those were replaced with retellings from those who'd been there.

Intimacy became a touchy subject, perhaps more so than admitting they were dating. Her metal limbs didn't bother him. Metal is familiar, it's cold and usually smooth surface something he's dealt with for the greater part of his life. He doesn't mind them or the scars and he's done his best to communicate that point.

They'd been intimate somewhat. Nothing long and drain out, but heavy and hot when need pushed thoughts and insecurities away. Most of her body is mapped or he likes to think so. Like her scars, her size doesn't matter to him. It's tough to walk on the egg shell of how small she is, something Cloud finds cute. He can lift her, hold her, and act the larger spoon with ease and when she lets him.

Tonight is different. An hour or so earlier there was drinking and flirting to the best of either of their abilities. A few kisses become making out and then it's a hot weighted need that can't get ignored.]

How are you feeling? [Careful, very careful in how fast they're going. His hands are on her arms and sleeves from behind. The door hadn't shut before he was upon her, lips taking her ear and hands moving across her sides. It's been a few minutes, less shoes, and the bedroom laying before them.]

We don't have to...if you're not up for it. [So long she's going along for herself, he's fine with continuing. Very fine with it.]

an overabundance of mana

For all intents and purposes, Yuffie's predicament wasn't so bad. Getting tied to a guy she'd never met as part of a greater problem she didn't want to think about, it was within reason for her to be frustrated about it. Over time she warmed up to the idea of having a partner of sorts dealing the sort of shockers that came with it, say the whole need to deal with mana.

Magic wasn't anything new to her. Life prior to meeting Arthur had its share of magic, just not the sort of magic that took more intimate acts to replenish. Again, Yuffie got over it with the passing of time. He was cute, muscled without being overly so, and kinda old fashioned in a charming way when she could understand what he meant.

Replenishing mana didn't require sex, but it turned into a staple after a few rounds. Yuffie was adventurous, young, and down right needy at times; plus it was the greater good and all that jazz.

Their residence was remote thanks to her family's connections, arguably too large for two people. It granted space when either of them needed it and sometimes her mouth could run off enough to call for some space. It's been more than a few days since their spat, a few hours since she's said sorry, and a few minutes since she's pushed him to a wall with the intent of making up for lost mana.

Or not, make up sex was good to.

"Why do you insist on wearing complicated clothing?" She grumbled trying gain access to his torso, namely the toned abs she's missed in the last few days of ignoring. Her shorts as ever were cut short and her shirt barely covering her stomach. Less clothing left her feeling less constricted, but for the moment she's far more concerned getting him undressed and teased before taking anything off herself.