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[It's this that fucks him up, the fact that every time he does something stupid she doesn't resist him or push him aside, so he sways and bounces to the rhythm (or what he thinks is the rhythm), just pulling her even closer than before.

She has a heartbeat, he notices, which is strange because it seems as though she's made from shadows. What's even more bizarre, however, is how he feels the pace of that infernal muscle quicken when he rocks against her, losing focus for a second.]

You've never done this before?

Edited 2015-08-19 00:09 (UTC)

[ she had pressed her helmet against his shoulder when he first rocked his body against her, sending a shiver down her spine. her helmet moves left to right in response to his question: she's never done anything like this before and all the sensations she's feeling are so new.

she looks back up at him again, watches the lights reflecting off his sunglasses and tries the same thing, a small roll of her hips against his. ]

[He desperately attempts to stifle the noise that almost leaves his throat, smiling as if to hide the whirlwind of emotions astir inside of him.]

You're a natural.

[All of this feels natural, which is the weirdest part of it all. There's no need to dim his thoughts with liquor, and when he looks at her she's not rolling her eyes or wrinkling her nose in disgust.

So this is what it feels like to really dance with someone- Beautiful.]

[ despite his comment she doesn't do it again immediately, helmet tipped downwards in embarrassment. she doesn't think she's that much of a natural, maybe he's just being nice, but it's a little gratifying to hear him say it anyway.

she settles her arms around his shoulders, lets her hands join at the base of his neck. it feels a little too good to feel his arms around her like this, almost overwhelming, but she doesn't want to pull away. instead, the next time he rocks against her, she meets him. ]

[Her fingers slip beneath his scarf, brushing over scarred flesh, a foolish mistake made long ago. But the past is not important to him, instead he moves forward, and in fact he almost lunges forward, when Celty's hips meet his. Much to his chagrin, the noise he fails to keep down this time is filthy, and he buries his head in her shoulder, still moving to the beat.]

I'm not lyin', y'know.

[How does he say it?

"This just feels right."]

[ his voice drags another shiver from her, brings back the same ache she feels whenever she's close to him like this. one of her hands reaches up to weave fingers in his hair, gently combing through the curls near his nape. ]

About what?

[ she can still feel his warmth through her bodysuit, heating up her skin gradually. she ends up pulling down the zipper of her suit to give her more room to breathe and subsequently expose a hint of cleavage. ]

[He was going to say something profound, something wonderful, but the hint of skin that's exposed leaves him speechless. When she pulls her zipper down, Sakamoto feels the words die in his throat.

Temptation is a cruel mistress, and while it would usually ruin the night, his thoughts aren't cloudy with the buzz of alcohol. Sakamoto steps back without warning, taking one of her hands and twirling her around so that her back is facing him. That's a dance move, isn't it?

And yet his other hand still snakes around her waist. He can feel the bass pumping too, so this time he rolls his body against her back, adjusting his pace to the rhythm.]

That you're good.

[His throat feels so dry.]

Ahaha! That you're, uh, a good dancer. 'Least, I think so!

Edited 2015-08-19 01:27 (UTC)

[ oh.

she wasn't expecting to be twirled and it shows when she grips his hand, the back of her helmet resting against his shoulder. it's starting to get a little more difficult to feel embarrassed with the way he's pressed against her -- he's enjoying himself and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't either. that's really all that matters, isn't it? as long as they're both having fun, nothing else really matters in the end.

so she moves with him, feeling her heart speed up again and a heady sensation fogging up her senses. ]

Thank you. But I think you're better.

[Sakamoto closes his eyes and tilts his head back, thrusting harder without thinking, and feeling awfully guilty. Awful. Guilty.

And obsessed. Obsessed with how this feels, half-wondering if he's fantasizing and still asleep in bed. He should be working towards his goal, working towards something...

And he's going to try, but for now, he's going to enjoy a thing he thought he'd never have.]

And I think-

[He leans close to her, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. In a whisper:]

You don't know what yer talkin' about.

[ this time, she's the one who moans.

it's not unlike the sound he made earlier, low and breathy. the music is loud enough to cover it, but he can hear it, echoing from her mind to his. thankfully it's short, and instinctual enough that she doesn't fully realize she did it at first, tilting her helmet to the side to give him more room. ]

[Sakamoto's eyes widen, as if he's caught off-guard by the noise. You would think he realized that it was something important, but instead:]

Was that a flat tire?

[ oh.

oh no. ]

[ oh no.

did he actually hear her? did she say something weird? she did, didn't she. she totally did and now he said it sounded like a flat tire and this is really embarrassing. ]

[ she pulls away slowly, carefully. ]

I'm sorry, I need to step outside for a moment.

[ and without waiting for a response, she turns to leave. ]

[Sakamoto can feel the warmth leave him, and he stands dumbstruck in the middle of the crowd. Soon he falls prey to the bumping and grinding of the crowd, being pushed every which way until he's finally at the edge of the dance floor. He squints his eyes, the thumping of the music finally resulting in some kind of headache. She's not the type of girl who would leave him like this, but...

This is how it usually goes, isn't it?

The bar seems a little brighter, and although he barely registers the face of the bartender, a drink sounds real good right now.]

[ she's exhausted by the time she gets outside, leaning against the wall of the club and taking a moment to get her bearings. she probably shouldn't have ran out like that, what if she made him upset? but she was too embarrassed right then and even now she wants to run home, pretend the whole thing didn't happen.

but if she thinks about it, she doesn't want that. she liked what was happening in there, the closeness and the intimacy. she liked it and a part of her wished it would never end.

maybe she just can't wait anymore. ]

[Sakamoto leans against the bar, drink now in hand, wondering how far away she is. It's more than likely that she's just outside, she's not the type of girl to leave with no warning. Perhaps she's finally come to her senses, come to realize that she's disgusted with him, and is preparing how to deliver the news to him in the least hurtful way possible.

But as he looks at his barely recognizable reflection on the glass, the merchant's eyes narrow.]

Tatsuma! What's the matter with you?

[He makes a disgruntled sound, a low rumble of disapproval in his throat.]

You've always fought tooth 'n nail for the things you wanted.

[Lashes flutter, and some unpleasant memories come to mind. His dreams may have been foolish back then, but he accomplished them eventually, no?

And with a clink, Sakamoto leaves the glass on the table.]

Edited 2015-08-20 02:28 (UTC)

[ when he gets outside, he'll see her crouched against the wall and staring at her device deep in thought. she's so focused that she doesn't notice him at first, tapping rapidly on the screen like she's typing something important. eventually, she reads over what she wrote but seems unsatisfied with it, deleting the whole thing. ]

[Was she trying to say goodbye?]

Hey.

[The word doesn't come off as strong as he wanted it to.

Sakamoto stands with his hands in his pockets, searching for the right words. He could continue as if everything is fine, but the farce just doesn't feel right. Especially when she's so honest.]

Did I make ya upset, back there? It's okay to be mad.

[And, with an ounce of hesitation.]

It happens all the time! I've got a big mouth. A big stupid mouth! I'm stupid.

Edited 2015-08-20 02:48 (UTC)

[ she's quick to stand once he comes over, clutching her device to her chest. she didn't expect him to meet her out here so soon and his expression catches her off guard. her helmet moves left to right again and she shows him the screen of her device, a bunch of half formed sentences that don't make a lot of sense as of yet. she reaches over to type something new: ]

You didn't make me upset, I think I was just embarrassed with myself. I'm sorry for making you worry.
But I realized something while I was outside
Do you remember when I asked if we could wait?

[He opens his mouth to say something kind, to let her know that there's nothing to be ashamed of-]

[But when he reads that last sentence, he freezes, at first not understanding what she meant.

He wracks his brain for any hint of information, something about waiting, waiting like-]

[Oh.]

Yeah?

[ her shoulders slump, slowly typing out the next sentence. ]

I'm not sure if I can wait anymore.

[At first, he thinks that he's read the message incorrectly, so he squints and steps in for a closer look. There's no mistake- She wants get even closer, despite everything that's happened. There's an odd feeling in his chest, one he's never really felt before, that of being accepted but...

It's something warmer, more beautiful, it makes him feel downright happy on the inside-]

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