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31_days2012-05-03 08:11 pm
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[May 3] [Sket Dance] and I would have met you
Title: and I would have met you (3/31)
Day/Theme: May 3 / ankles, elbows, eyes, and thighs
Series: Sket Dance
Character/Pairing: Ryosuke/Haru
Rating: PG-13
Ryosuke wakes up to Haru's socked foot on his cheek.
He lays there, unmoving, even if the fabric irritates his skin. The last time Haru slept over, he'd ended up with a bruise on his brow; the slightest touch to Haru's bare ankle, and already she knows to kick. It is a warped sort of defense mechanism that only children often terrorized by their bedside companions in their sleep would develop, and considering that Ryosuke has done most of the terrorizing in their youth, well...
Haru makes a soft sound, at the back of her throat. Her legs shift around Ryosuke's chest; her toes curl and dig into his shoulder. Then, she is still.
"I know you're awake," says Ryosuke, sighing a kiss into the gaps between her toes, the plane of her feet. The tiny pink ears of her sock nudges his earlobe. "
He touches the sole of her foot, cradling it in his palm. His thumb rubs the bare hint of her ankle. A twitch, but no sign of surrender. He eyes the line of her back, sees the slight stiffening of her shoulders, and he smiles.
"Five seconds," he warns, "and I'm taking this off and having my way with your foot." Four. Three. Two--
She taps his nose with her foot, in stubborn submission. "I'm up," says Haru, rising on her elbows and turning to look at him. "I'm up, I'm up, now can you please let me go?"
Ryosuke's shoulders sag further into the mattress. "You're no fun at all."
"That's not what you said yesterday," teases Haru. She hides her mouth behind her small hand, but Ryosuke can still see her dimpled cheek, red spreading across the skin in tiny blotches.
"Good morning to you too," says Ryosuke, cheerfully. He leans forward, and rests his palms against her hips, strokes her thigh as she brings him closer to her for a kiss.
"I have to make breakfast," she tells him, when they separate.
"Later," says Ryosuke. A hint of worry wrinkles Haru's brow, but it is easy enough to assuage, easy enough to smooth over with a soft, fleeting kiss.
"Later," she agrees.
Day/Theme: May 3 / ankles, elbows, eyes, and thighs
Series: Sket Dance
Character/Pairing: Ryosuke/Haru
Rating: PG-13
Ryosuke wakes up to Haru's socked foot on his cheek.
He lays there, unmoving, even if the fabric irritates his skin. The last time Haru slept over, he'd ended up with a bruise on his brow; the slightest touch to Haru's bare ankle, and already she knows to kick. It is a warped sort of defense mechanism that only children often terrorized by their bedside companions in their sleep would develop, and considering that Ryosuke has done most of the terrorizing in their youth, well...
Haru makes a soft sound, at the back of her throat. Her legs shift around Ryosuke's chest; her toes curl and dig into his shoulder. Then, she is still.
"I know you're awake," says Ryosuke, sighing a kiss into the gaps between her toes, the plane of her feet. The tiny pink ears of her sock nudges his earlobe. "
He touches the sole of her foot, cradling it in his palm. His thumb rubs the bare hint of her ankle. A twitch, but no sign of surrender. He eyes the line of her back, sees the slight stiffening of her shoulders, and he smiles.
"Five seconds," he warns, "and I'm taking this off and having my way with your foot." Four. Three. Two--
She taps his nose with her foot, in stubborn submission. "I'm up," says Haru, rising on her elbows and turning to look at him. "I'm up, I'm up, now can you please let me go?"
Ryosuke's shoulders sag further into the mattress. "You're no fun at all."
"That's not what you said yesterday," teases Haru. She hides her mouth behind her small hand, but Ryosuke can still see her dimpled cheek, red spreading across the skin in tiny blotches.
"Good morning to you too," says Ryosuke, cheerfully. He leans forward, and rests his palms against her hips, strokes her thigh as she brings him closer to her for a kiss.
"I have to make breakfast," she tells him, when they separate.
"Later," says Ryosuke. A hint of worry wrinkles Haru's brow, but it is easy enough to assuage, easy enough to smooth over with a soft, fleeting kiss.
"Later," she agrees.