...I bet that won't happen. Something only got infected once here and that's because that thing tried to eat me and it must have had bad oral hygiene or something.
[What about puppy eyes? He can get out of stitches with puppy eyes, right? 'Cause seriously, that freaking hurts you know.]
[See normally he'd object to that, but right now his pretty head is more important. He gets up and leans right over Lisbeth to try and check it out in the mirror. Unfortunately, it's difficult to see the top of your own head, really.
He gives her jaw a frustrated peck and rubs his hand along her hipbone.]
[Leading him out by his hand, she turns off the light in the bathroom and makes her way back to her bedroom. She lets go of Yosuke's hand and climbs into her bed.]
[Hnnngh, there's a girl in a bed and she's waiting for him to get in with her! Holy crap, holy crap. What does he do? Oh, man. Oh man, oh man, oh man.
He shifts on his feet for a few seconds, nervously, and gathers up his courage. Then he goes for it. Just...casually lifts up the blankets and slides in beside her.
And then they're naked. And in a bed. And together.
He stares, slightly wide-eyed and ready to jump at whatever commands she might give. He's so totally got this.]
[Wait, what is this? That's not how it works, is it? ...But...but they're naked. And in a bed. And together. What is she doing?
Curiously, he shifts closer and does as she says. Oh...that's nice. She's warm. Soft. Like a big person teddy bear or something. She smells sweet and musky and sexy, and he can hear her heart beating if he holds his breath.
His own heart is pounding a bit, excited over the new experience and ready for whatever comes next. But...maybe nothing does? Maybe they just do this. He blinks, surprised, and tests the theory. This is accomplished by wiggling a bit closer, keeping his hips away from hers but pressing his chest against her back and stroking his arm down hers. He pulls her close, and rests his chin gently in the crook of her neck, then waits for her reaction.
[She wonders what's taking him so long until he finally settles in behind her. Lisbeth takes his hand and holds it closer to her chest before she nestles under the covers and finally closes her eyes.]</small.
[Its difficult to casually cup a breast, but he does his best anyway, making his best innocent face at the back if Lisbeth's head. That's obviously what she's asking for, right?
It doesn't help the slight stiffness he's got going on, though. So he reaches his free hand down and squeezes a little to try and relieve some of the pressure. But hormonal problems aside, this is the most comfortable and happy he's felt in a bed ever. Having his skin touching Lisbeth's almost everywhere is warm and reassuring and pleasant even when it's not sexy, like this.
He nuzzles into the nook he's got going on there, sighs contently, and drifts off with surprising ease for once. Usually these days sleep is a struggle, but curled around a familiar body it comes to him as naturally as it used to before-well, before. There's only enough time to kiss Lisbeth's shoulder sleepily and spare a few seconds of regret that he's got his hand on his balls and that's pretty embarrassing, then he's out like a light. ]
Edited (New autocorrect hates Lisbeth's name almost as much as Updike's..) 2012-11-18 11:06 (UTC)
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[As she's talking to him, she continues with her work. It's best if he's distracted.]
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[Jeez, that distraction isn't comforting either. Anyway people are supposed to get anesthetics for this!]
Ugh, what? N-no, really, this is making me feel off. Can't we just put some -ow! Ice on it instead?
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[that escalated quickly.]
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[What about puppy eyes? He can get out of stitches with puppy eyes, right? 'Cause seriously, that freaking hurts you know.]
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All your whining distracted you. You were a horrible patient so I'm not sure if you deserve a treat.
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[See normally he'd object to that, but right now his pretty head is more important. He gets up and leans right over Lisbeth to try and check it out in the mirror. Unfortunately, it's difficult to see the top of your own head, really.
He gives her jaw a frustrated peck and rubs his hand along her hipbone.]
Hmm? Did you say something about a treat?
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[She rubs his cheek.]
And maybe.
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Hmm, I think it's my first sex injury. Unless rugburn counts. It's too bad there's no one to show it off to.
[Something he'd probably know better than to say when he wasn't half concussed, but there it is anyway.]
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[But knowing him... it probably wouldn't be.]
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Don't worry. It doesn't hurt.
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We should get to bed.
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Huh? Oh...um. Yeah. Okay.
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He shifts on his feet for a few seconds, nervously, and gathers up his courage. Then he goes for it. Just...casually lifts up the blankets and slides in beside her.
And then they're naked. And in a bed. And together.
He stares, slightly wide-eyed and ready to jump at whatever commands she might give. He's so totally got this.]
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Put your arm around me.
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Curiously, he shifts closer and does as she says. Oh...that's nice. She's warm. Soft. Like a big person teddy bear or something. She smells sweet and musky and sexy, and he can hear her heart beating if he holds his breath.
His own heart is pounding a bit, excited over the new experience and ready for whatever comes next. But...maybe nothing does? Maybe they just do this. He blinks, surprised, and tests the theory. This is accomplished by wiggling a bit closer, keeping his hips away from hers but pressing his chest against her back and stroking his arm down hers. He pulls her close, and rests his chin gently in the crook of her neck, then waits for her reaction.
Like that?]
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It doesn't help the slight stiffness he's got going on, though. So he reaches his free hand down and squeezes a little to try and relieve some of the pressure. But hormonal problems aside, this is the most comfortable and happy he's felt in a bed ever. Having his skin touching Lisbeth's almost everywhere is warm and reassuring and pleasant even when it's not sexy, like this.
He nuzzles into the nook he's got going on there, sighs contently, and drifts off with surprising ease for once. Usually these days sleep is a struggle, but curled around a familiar body it comes to him as naturally as it used to before-well, before. There's only enough time to kiss Lisbeth's shoulder sleepily and spare a few seconds of regret that he's got his hand on his balls and that's pretty embarrassing, then he's out like a light. ]