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[ there's a momentary ache in her chest when roxy realizes that a moment like this won't get to last as long as she wants — before too long, ichiro is going to have to make a break for the exit. the last thing she wants is for him to get into trouble. if it's just her, that's fine, but ichiro doesn't deserve it just for spending time with her.

(honestly the fact that he's here with her at all is punishment enough, surely there's someone better to spend his time with.)

she returns that gentle touch, letting her eyes close as she absently wraps her arms around ichiro's shoulders. it's so easy to relax into this feeling. ]

Same goes for you... [ she nuzzles him, fingertips slipping through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. ] ...'kay? In general, but for this, too.

I'd like to get to know you better.

[ a low, pleased noise escapes him at the rub of her fingers in his hair, and he rubs up into it; there used to be a running joke that ichiro was like a puppy dog when it came to the dirty dawgs, and he certainly lives it here.

eyes closing, content, he settles in close that way, his hand shifting to rub small circles against the soft skin of her back. ] Mmmkay.

[ a beat. ] Could play 20 questions.

[ joking? maybe. it might be fun, though. ]

[ well then, roxy's just going to continue massaging his scalp with firm yet yielding fingers, traveling the curve of his skull and back up. ]

Mmmaybe later. [ which is weird, she thinks to herself, because she's always down for a lightning round of 20 questions. but the truth is she's tired and all she wants to do have a shower and take a nap once ichiro has gone on his way.

the problem with that also is that she doesn't want to send ichiro on his way too soon. ] Think you kinda blew out half my brain cells just now.

Think that was you.

[ ichiro huffs a laugh, pleased with himself over his terrible dad joke, and cracks open his red eye to glance up at her from where he's now ducked his head downwards. he looks his age here, boyish and charming, instead of with a weight on his shoulders a little too heavy. ] Least you don't have to get up.

[ unlike him!! ]

Nah, that was a suck of all your brain cells.

[ HAH.

ok but really, roxy groans a little when he mentions that second part, her arms tensing around him as she adjusts her position and lays on her back. roxy tries to tug ichiro with her. ]

You don't gotta get up for a while, promise.

Edited 2019-05-31 00:09 (UTC)

Ha. [ that was so beyond unfunny but ichiro's used to it. kuukou wasn't exactly a purveyor of fine humor.

well, he's not particularly interested in leaving yet either, so. that's a problem for future ichiro; present ichiro just yawns, content like a big cat, and allows himself to be pulled with her, his weight shifting to rest on his forearms, bracketing in her head. it's a nice view of a pretty girl, all flushed and warm. ] Tell a stray dog that, it'll stay forever, y'know.

[ feeling affectionate, he tips forward to bump the tips of their noses together, press a kiss to her cheek. ]

[ for a moment roxy's not sure how to respond to that, though her indecision is hidden behind a soft, affectionate smile as she tips into his kiss. "good thing you're not a stray dog" seems a little cruel to her, while saying "too bad" makes her sound a little bit desperate for more of his attention.

and while that second part is varying shades of true, no one deserves to have roxy lalonde put that on their heads. not even dirk. god, especially not him.

so instead roxy says nothing but instead lifts her head from the pillow to place a soft kiss on ichiro's forehead. her fingers run back through his mop of damp hair, gently pulling when it suits her, but wanting nothing more than to simply rest in this moment with him, their limbs tangled together in her sheet—

actually, where is her sheet?

nah, doesn't matter. ]

You can nap for a bit if you wanna. I won't let you get in trouble.

[ maybe a bit like a puppy dog, ichiro tilts into the petting indeed, letting his eyes flutter shut as he tips to the side to get properly comfortable. one arm comes to comfortably drape across roxy, settling in close to the warmth of the body beside him.

he yawns. yeah, a nap does sound like a good idea; he huffs a soft laugh, deep and rumbly in his chest, as he tilts in that bit closer to let the heavy warmth of sleep fade into his limbs. ] Sounds good. Even if you do...'m pretty good at getting out of it.

[ trouble, that is. comfortable and content, he snuggles into the covers. one last request comes in, though, arm squeezing once where he's got it wrapped around her now. ] Stay here a while, too.

[ time for cuddles. ]

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