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✉ ☏ ☕ CELTY STURLUSON
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//PROFILE: full
- Age (Physical): Early 20's
- Height: 174 cm (5'8.5'')
- Occupation: Vehicle Mechanic, part-time Gourmet Chef, deliverer at Thistle Do Nicely
//INVENTORY:
- initial: her bodysuit, her helmet, her cellphone
//OTHER:
Living Arrangements: Apartment
CYbuddy: N/A
//PROFILE: full
- Age (Physical): Early 20's
- Height: 174 cm (5'8.5'')
- Occupation: Vehicle Mechanic, part-time Gourmet Chef, deliverer at Thistle Do Nicely
//INVENTORY:
- initial: her bodysuit, her helmet, her cellphone
//OTHER:
Living Arrangements: Apartment
CYbuddy: N/A
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He can feel a shiver when he hears his first name in his voice. The only other one that comes to mind is Gintoki's, hardly anyone ever addresses him so familiarly. That combined with the warmth and sureness of her hands is too much.]
That's why I like you.
[He is weak.]
Do you...
[Sakamoto swallows hard. This isn't his first rodeo by any means, but it certainly feels like it.]
Want to come closer?
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in response to his question, she stands from her chair, still holding his hand as she comes around to linger at his side. ]
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I'm sorry. For what I'm about to do.
[His hands immediately tug her abdomen close to his as he pulls her into his lap, with the ferocity of some kind of monster. As he looks her up and down, he feels like a monster indeed. His gaze is intense, passionate, and focused. Thank god she doesn't have a face, it stops him from doing something even more stupid- Kissing her.
Instead he simply buries his head in her shoulder, withouth saying a word.]
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she falls into his lap, hands gripping his shoulders to keep her balance as she ends up straddling him. his stare is brief, but she can't remember ever feeling so desired in her existence; to feel his gaze on her, to feel his warm hands on her waist. she reaches up to gently sift her fingers through his hair, curling around the strands at the nape of his neck. she wishes they could stay like this for a long time.
eventually, she does speak up: ]
Would you mind staying the night?
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Sakamoto closes his eyes and shifts his head to allow her more space. When her hands brush over the back of his neck, he is lost to the world entirely, as his body no longer feels like his own. The curly-haired idiot doesn't realize that a something more than a sigh escapes his lips.
It's been so long since he's been touched like this. Hell, he's never been touched like this. Her emotions are sincere, she's attracted to him and not his money, and this isn't just some fling on some foreign planet.]
Would I mind...
[His sounds as if he's lightyears away.]
Not at all.
[He's going to end up in bed with her, one way or another. She might as well lead the way.]
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[ she doesn't move, not yet at least, wanting to savor this moment for as long as she can. she feels and hears his sigh, the way his chest shifts with every breath, and she can't stop the brief tingle that runs down her back because of it. she's never been so close to someone before and she has never felt so secure and so warm; she wants to melt into him, slip through his skin like osmosis, and wrap herself up inside of him.
but she forces down the desire, slowly pulls herself away enough to stand again, taking his hands in hers. she leads him to her bedroom to pause at the foot of her bed. it's wide and spacious, big enough for three people, as if to compensate for the lack of decor in the room. but there's the nerves again, worried that she may be too forward. ]
Is it okay if we just slept tonight?
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She isn't human, but she breathes like one.
He follows her, limp in her grasp, surprised at her clarification. There's no need.]
Of course.
[Sakamoto smiles at her with a sleepy-eyed gaze. He's thankful that he hardly ever wears his glasses when he sees her in private. She looks so much clearer, even in the dark.]
Don't be sorry! Stand your ground! You can take what you want from me.
[Celty isn't the type of girl to rush into that sort of thing. That, and, she doesn't seem like she has much experience if any. He's been around enough girls to know that some view their bodies as mere vessels, and have never once thought to give themselves pleasure.]
Can I tell you a secret?
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Thank you.
[ she means it, squeezing one of his hands again. she doesn't have any experience in physical intimacy and this is still unfamiliar territory for her. but she's glad he's willing to take it slow. ]
You can tell me anything.
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[This is new for him, too.
He leans over to leave a peck against the side of her neck, over her clothes.]
But for you? I'll make an exception.
[Several.
He's already broken so many of his own rules.]
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Are you sure? You don't have to, if it makes you uncomfortable.
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[Fondly:]
You're very comfortable.
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[ what does he mean by that? physically or emotionally? both? ]
I think you're comfortable too.
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This is something special.]
How'd it get so laaaate? Mm.
[It's dark, so maybe she won't see how red his cheeks are.]
We should get some rest.
[He really should thank her, but he's so goddamn nervous all of a sudden.]
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something warm and fond settles in her chest as she reaches up to touch his cheek. his skin is hot under her fingers, brushing her thumb along the curve of it. ]
Alright.