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[13 December] [Samurai Deeper Kyo] What Mattered
Title: What Mattered
Theme: December 13/ Of unkissed kisses
Series: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Pairing: Hotaru/Yuya
Rating: PG-13
It had been three months, and Hotaru couldn't quite remember if Yuya had come on to him, if he'd come on to Yuya, or if it really mattered. However, he was fairly sure that he hadn't tried to seduce her, because that would have required far too much effort on his part (and he really didn't want to get his arm cut off again); he was also fairly sure that Yuya hadn't made the first move, either, because Yuya was not the kind of girl that made the first move.
No, it really didn't matter. And she didn't matter. At least, he thought she didn't. But thinking too hard about that would get him wondering who, exactly, had started their strange relationship (a love affair without the love, friends with benefits without the friendship), and that would give him a headache.
What mattered was: unkissed kisses on hot nights, incinerating the target before the bullet hit, bad breakfasts and worse dinners—neither he nor Yuya were very good at cooking, but Yuya was better, so she got to make breakfast, which was, after all, the most important meal of the day—and, above all, sex.
It was probably mostly about the sex.
Years with the Shiseiten had taught him that sex could always be bought for a price (and, despite Akira's penny-pinching, there had always been money in the budget), and it had been less complicated to never have to fuck the same person twice.
But Yuya had an annoying monogamous streak, and Hotaru kind of liked that, even though he could think of at least three separate occasions that she'd checked out Shinrei's ass. Whenever he asked her about it, she turned red, told him that h-he always noticed the m-most s-stupid things, and tried to undress him.
(To her credit, it was the fastest way to shut him up, and he was really only intermittently aware of the fact that she occasionally looked at other guys. He himself didn't look at other women, but not for the reasons that one would imagine.)
Years with the Shiseiten had also taught him that women liked to talk and talk and talk after sex, but Yuya always rolled over and slept like a bear, and she snored. She was also picky about who got to be on top, annoyingly giggly during foreplay, creepily silent when she came, and entirely too friendly with Yuan's sisters.
But that didn't matter. Hotaru wasn't a romantic by anyone's standards, but what mattered was that it was her.
Theme: December 13/ Of unkissed kisses
Series: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Pairing: Hotaru/Yuya
Rating: PG-13
It had been three months, and Hotaru couldn't quite remember if Yuya had come on to him, if he'd come on to Yuya, or if it really mattered. However, he was fairly sure that he hadn't tried to seduce her, because that would have required far too much effort on his part (and he really didn't want to get his arm cut off again); he was also fairly sure that Yuya hadn't made the first move, either, because Yuya was not the kind of girl that made the first move.
No, it really didn't matter. And she didn't matter. At least, he thought she didn't. But thinking too hard about that would get him wondering who, exactly, had started their strange relationship (a love affair without the love, friends with benefits without the friendship), and that would give him a headache.
What mattered was: unkissed kisses on hot nights, incinerating the target before the bullet hit, bad breakfasts and worse dinners—neither he nor Yuya were very good at cooking, but Yuya was better, so she got to make breakfast, which was, after all, the most important meal of the day—and, above all, sex.
It was probably mostly about the sex.
Years with the Shiseiten had taught him that sex could always be bought for a price (and, despite Akira's penny-pinching, there had always been money in the budget), and it had been less complicated to never have to fuck the same person twice.
But Yuya had an annoying monogamous streak, and Hotaru kind of liked that, even though he could think of at least three separate occasions that she'd checked out Shinrei's ass. Whenever he asked her about it, she turned red, told him that h-he always noticed the m-most s-stupid things, and tried to undress him.
(To her credit, it was the fastest way to shut him up, and he was really only intermittently aware of the fact that she occasionally looked at other guys. He himself didn't look at other women, but not for the reasons that one would imagine.)
Years with the Shiseiten had also taught him that women liked to talk and talk and talk after sex, but Yuya always rolled over and slept like a bear, and she snored. She was also picky about who got to be on top, annoyingly giggly during foreplay, creepily silent when she came, and entirely too friendly with Yuan's sisters.
But that didn't matter. Hotaru wasn't a romantic by anyone's standards, but what mattered was that it was her.