WHEN YOU ARE THE ONE WHO LIES CLOSE TO ME

[unversed]

THE CATCHALL ROMANCE MEME

HOW WE ROLL:
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> Someone tags you with one of the scenarios listed below.
> "AND THEN THEY PORKED."
> PORNPROFIT.

THE DEETS:

ONE ➔ CONFESSION: You've been admiring this person from afar, or you've been friends with them for a while. Either way, you've finally worked up the courage to admit how you feel!

TWO ➔ LOVE NOTES: Send your crush personalized little love notes for them to find! Flick them at your crush, or hide them in their shoes! Draw pictures of you two kissing! Heck, even an old fashioned YES/NO checkbox note will do. But you've gotta get their attention with your written prowess! Get creative! Maybe they'll come up to you and you'll find true love!

THREE ➔ KISSING BOOTH: You're working a kissing booth, for whatever reason. Charity, for your school, or just because you got conned into it. But will something special bloom from a chance encounter with a booth guest? Or will you just be embarrassed for life, and punch your friends for getting you into this later?

FOUR ➔ LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: You've been completely dazzled by this specific person! Your heart races, you have a cold sweat... whoa wtf is happening. You simply must get to know them! Maybe it was meant to be!

FIVE ➔ TSUNDERE STYLE: Sure, you like them, but you can't show that by being cute or cooking them lunch, hell no. You have to punch their shoulder and tug on their hair, obviously. W-what? They're complimenting you? Try not to blush too hard, or shove them too much.

SIX ➔ CAPULET & MONTAGUE STYLE: You're both already taken, or you simply can't be together for some reason! Your families hate each other, your friends hate each other, or you only see each other once a year! But you don't care, you have tonight, and romance is in the air. Maybe you can break away from what can't be, just for one night of fun and love.

SEVEN ➔ NEVER SAY NEVERO: You're super intent on making this person yours! You're willing to go to the extreme to garner their affections! How can they say no to extreme outbursts of love and other hard-to-ignore signs of affection? Though, it might be easier to just ask... but that's not big enough for your love!

EIGHT ➔ TLC: You suddenly feel blue, and you feel the need to be comforted. It's time for some sexual healing.

NINE ➔ SMOOTH OPERATOR: Flowers, candlelight, a bottle of champagne... it's time to woo your sweetheart!

TEN ➔ GRAB SOMEBODY SEXY TELL 'EM HEY: There's something about messing around in a public place, where anyone can walk in on you anytime. Try to keep quiet, the woman over in the bathroom stall next to you might hear you and your partner heating up and fooling around.

Comments

so cooooooooolll

[pools]

[which is fine with her as she gets in as soon as she hears the click of the locks. she can't help but glance over at him when he takes off his jacket, and the heat coming off him is enough to make her almost uncomfortably warm herself. the lacy shirt she's wearing doesn't really reflect heat very well, which ends up clinging to her skin while she straps herself in.

she pulls her hair up into a messy bun and tries to keep her breathing even, though the temperature and the fact that he's right there doesn't really help. her fingers clench the armrest and she takes a deep breath.]

Fuck speed limits.

feel free to have them arrive if you don't want to do in car tension? wanted to give you the option

[drought]

[ He glances over at her, a mistake since considering how pulling back her hair has revealed the smooth line of her neck and the curve where it meets her shoulders, not to mention the way her top is hugging her-

Arceus, he'll be glad just to make it through the front door. The next time his so-called sensible half objects to seducing Tia in a restroom he's going to remember this. ]

Gladly.

[ He shifts gears and touches his foot to the pedal and they go from zero to forty in a heartbeat. There's a certain amount of sensibility to his driving because he's not Mr. Tokyo Fucking Drift over here, no powersliding around corners, but hell, they'll be there a few minutes faster and that's all he wants. ]

oh my god sorry this is so late sob

[pools]

[there's a startled squeak from her when the car accelerates, her grip tightening on the seat as she keeps her eyes on the roof of the car. she's not sure how she feels about looking out the window and the last thing she wants is to get motion sickness and puke all over his nice hot car. it'd kill the mood for sure.

unfortunately, she doesn't exactly remember how far his place is from where they were, so it's after a moment before she finally speaks up:]

If you crash this car I am going to rip your skin from your flesh and hang you in a tree by your ankle with your entrails.

[yeah. so much for mood preserving.]

lmao hardly, no worries

[drought]

[ He'll ease up on the speed for her then. ]

And I usually try to avoid that anyway. [ Even more so considering the circumstances. ]

But if I crash in the next two miles, I'd probably deserve it.

;w;

[pools]

Glad we're on the same page.

[she's torn between feeling relieved and frustrated when he slows down a little - on the one hand, she doesn't feel like they're going to die but on the other hand, she wants to get to his place already and the only thing that's stopping her from just crawling over the seats and sitting in his lap is the fact that he's driving.]

Please tell me we'll be there soon.

[drought]

[ He doesn't answer her because it's literally 45 seconds before he's pulling into the driveway of a house; he rents the ground floor while another tenant rents the second floor; he prefers it to a more traditional apartment building and it suits him better than renting a whole house.

He turns the car off but pauses for a second with his hand on the door handle. Now that the door is ten feet away his heartbeat has sped up again as has his breathing. It's still the one thing on his mind, so this time he says it out loud as he gets out of the car: ]

Next time I suggest leaving, tell me I'm an idiot.

[pools]

[she hasn't exactly been to his house before, so she's totally checking it out when they get out. it's a nice distraction until he speaks.]

... Why?

[drought]

Because this is a pretty torturous way of testing my self-control. Only reason I'm not kissing you right now is cause it'd be a shame to come this far and not make it through the front door.

[ A door which he is moving to. ]

[pools]

[she sort of just. stares at him for a second before following; it's strange hearing him say things like that, if only because she's always assumed he was sort of oblivious to everything especially things like these. it only strengthens the anticipation that much more and she's left feeling nervous and wondering what's going to happen next.]

Looks like you forgot to read the fine print when you decided to pick me up.

[drought]

[ He's unlocked the door and opened it, but he pauses when he hears that. If it makes you feel better, Tia, he's got that familiar confused look on his face; she's honestly lost him. ]

What fine print?

[pools]

[she is literally doing a x2facepalm combo right now.]

Ugh, nevermind!

[in any case, she's heading in, looking around as she toes off her shoes. so this is his place. :|a]

i am so sorry for this wall of text, orz

[drought]

[ It is indeed. Tia happens to be standing in the main living room with a couch and armchair around a coffee table, all loosely oriented towards a tv on the other side of the room. On the far side of the couch is a bookcase that seems to hold at least as many movies as books: closer inspection will reveal the movies to be a mix of action, thriller, and comedy with a few obviously Hikari-approved movies. The books seem dominated by mysteries and more thrillers, with a not insubstantial section of cookbooks. The floor is hardwood, the walls painted a light cream with blue-grey trim. The place is a little cluttered, but clean; a pair of sneakers have been kicked off near the door, a movie case lies out on the table next to a couple of remotes and an old magazine. But the floor is clear and there aren't any dirty dishes or clothes or empty cans strewn about.

The only way to go is down a hallway to the right - a door on the left is open and leads to his bedroom, the hall splits to the right towards the bathroom and a couple of closets, and continues straight ahead into the kitchen. Past that is another door which seems to be another bedroom, but that is the extent of his place. It's much the same as this first room: simple, clean, and mostly undecorated except for various photographs scattered about. Three in particular hold a place of prominence: a picture of him, his parents, and all his siblings, a picture of him smiling as he holds Hikari on his right shoulder and her twin Ruka on his left, and a picture of him, Tia, and Mag, with all of them looking (for once!) relaxed and easy.

Jori steps in behind her and closes the door as he tosses his keys onto the table. That stumble about the fine print has him slightly off-balance, and the click of the door doesn't exactly help when it feels so final. It's not so much that his intensity is gone as that it has temporarily retreated behind uncertainty. In the car he was afraid he'd have to risk the temptation to just carry her into the bedroom and now that feels much too bold. But what is he supposed to do when every option feels weird? ]

...Do you want anything?

alsjkhdfkas breathes never apologize ok

[pools]

[everything in the place is so intrinsically Jori, even if she didn't know it was his to begin with she could probably guess. and it's that thought that puts her at ease a little: she trusts him, and that's the most important thing, isn't it? she can't think of anyone else she wants her first time to be with, nor does she really want it to be with anyone else if she's really honest with herself.]

Yeah. [she turns around and steps close to him, trying to quell the last few tendrils of nervousness in her gut.]

Just you.

;-;

[drought]

[ The line is so cheesy and so perfect that he can't help himself, stooping in order to kiss her. Rather than the almost-rough ardor of before, this is gentle, a more quiet but no less real passion behind it. There's no need to rush, he tells himself. Not right now. He is a master of patience, and right now is just for kissing her. ]

tia is the master of words clearly

[pools]

[thankfully, Jori kissing her distracts her enough from wanting to throw herself off a cliff. she's just made of cheese tonight, it's ridiculous.

she pushes up on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck to hopefully make it easier for him. being this close to him warms her from the inside out and she almost sighs, eyes slipping shut and trying to reciprocate as best as she can.]

jori's just pleased that he isn't the only derpy one (even if only sometimes)

[drought]

[ It is easier, which he is thankful for. Their height difference wasn't usually a big deal, but kissing could be a problem, at least with both of them standing. His arms go around her waist to steady and support her, hoping to return the favor by making her not strain to hold herself up.

Eventually, though, he does have to breathe. He pulls back slightly and looks at her. ]

I don't usually see you with your hair up. [ His fingers brush against the side of her neck before returning to her waist. ] It's pretty.

[pools]

[her cheeks flare up and she looks away briefly, mentally doing a nice long keyboard smash.]

... Shut up.

[and she kisses him again as if to prove her point.]

[drought]

[ It's a good thing he has eventually come to accept the ways of the tsun, because he could never understand it in a million years. But kissing is definitely preferable to kicking, oh yes. Still, he's starting to get a crick in his back, not that he's willing to complain about that right now. He's too busy smiling against her lips, ostensibly obeying her request by letting her lead for the moment. ]

[pools]

[she can feel his smiling and it makes her want to smile too, which is dumb and stupid because she doesn't even know how smiling and kissing at the same time works even though she's doing it right now. underneath all the tsun though, she at least has the thought that he can't possibly be feeling very comfortable right now with the way he's stooping.

so she pushes against his shoulders a little, trying to back him up against a wall or something for him to lean against. or get her to lean against.]

[drought]

[ He'll back up, and when he hits the door he has to straighten, of course. But he'll let go of her waist - hey, she did complain earlier about him taking her off her feet - and break the kiss. After all, he is about a foot taller than her. ]

Do I get to ask what the plan is, or does that count as talking?

[pools]

Plan?

[oh god. there's a sort of blank look on her face because for all her bravado, she has no idea how these things go or what to do. and it sucks.]

I... [oh fuck it.] I've never done this before.

[drought]

[ Well.

He was not expecting that. At all. He never saw through that bravado and just assumed...

Now he feels bad for being so aggressive before. He really shouldn't have let his irritation get the better of him.

Jori takes her hand and squeezes it lightly before letting go. ] I think this'll work. C'mon.

[ And he slips past her, just to take the few steps over to the couch and sit down on it. ]

[pools]

[she feels all the self-conscious right now, hands clenching and loosening as she follows him over. as she sits next to him, it's not hard to figure out that-]

This isn't your first time.

[drought]

[ He just meant sitting on the couch - especially if he had pulled her onto his lap as originally planned - would have evened out their heights a bit. But that doesn't seem like such a good idea right now, as he can't figure out the expression on her face. ]

No. Second, but not my first. Is that bad?

[ He seems genuinely worried that the problem is on his side, because he is. Shit, she's going to be mad at him. Maybe she's going to hate him which'll break his heart and then Mag's going to be mad at him even if he's already beating himself up over it- ]

[pools]

... No. Not really.

[she sighs heavily and flops back, sinking a little into the couch.]

It's just that this whole fucking time I always thought you'd be shit at this, and now it's like one more thing you're better at than I am.

[assuming he was good at it, but. she looks over at him and frowns.]

Thanks for not telling me beforehand.