[ Oh. Once again, he's caught her by surprise. He does it so thoughtlessly, too - casually, comfortably. Like he's so used to doing it that it doesn't even occur to him not to touch her.
For a second, the question wells up in her throat, desperate to be asked. Does he remember her? He must, to act like this, right? But even as she parts her lips to speak, the words won't come to her mouth. What will she do if she's wrong? How is she supposed to ask without sounding completely insane?
So she doesn't. She just follows along in silence until they stop in front of the right door. ]
... Right, this one. Okay.
[ She gives his hand a tiny squeeze - it's all she dares to do - before sliding it out of his. ]
Thanks. Um - if you leave what I'm borrowing in the changing room, I'll use it when I'm done.
[ She flashes him another of those meek, uncertain smiles and makes her way inside. Maybe now, with a little time alone, she can control herself. ]
[ He thinks to himself as he pulls Ai along… does she remember him? Maybe she’s close, but not quite? If she doesn’t remember him, would it be for the best if it stayed that way?
With no way of knowing (besides, y’know, asking her), he just silently guides her to the bathroom. ]
…Yeah.
[ He averts his gaze, unable to stop the mess of feelings from welling up whenever their eyes meet. ]
[ It hurts to be this close and then step away like she's parting from a stranger. Looking at the face he's making as she does so is even worse - in some twisted up way, it's a relief to step into the changing room and shut the door behind her. Still shivering with cold, she peels off her sodden clothes and with nowhere else to put them, into the laundry they go. Then she steps into the bath itself and shuts the door firmly behind her.
The heat from the shower is a relief - she hadn't realised just how chilled to the core she'd been until it'd started to thaw but the steam and the gentle patter of water do nothing to soothe the thoughts whirling around in her head. As she rises her hair through, she catches a glance of the back of her hand, clear and unsullied.
If there was a Command Seal there still, just how much easier would this all be? ]
[ He hears the shower turn on... and he can't help but think of the ridiculousness of this situation. Ai Hoshino—not that he should have any way of knowing her surname—is currently using his shower. If anybody recognized and saw her come in here, the news would spread so quickly it'd be mind-boggling. Especially after a recent murder attempt of all things.
It's a thought that provokes... a twisted sense of satisfaction that he hasn't felt in a long time. The feeling of possessiveness that's gone unfulfilled for twenty-four years.
He shakes his head, trying to ignore the feeling. Could he bear to start over? Would it even work? What with him knowing so much about her... but her knowing nothing about him?
Yet another thought to ignore by just... focusing on looking for something Ai can wear. Unfortunately, there's nothing in his wardrobe that won't dwarf Ai in size. Him being taller than most even outside of Japan doesn't help, and Ai being on the smaller side helps even less.
He eventually finds a white button-up shirt... not too dissimilar to what he once wore as a Servant. It's bound to cover her all the way down to her legs... which is good, at least, since he's got nothing for her to wear below the waist that won't simply fall off.
So she has a shirt left out for her in the changing room... and Oberon can only slump back onto his couch and rub the bridge of his nose. What the hell is he gonna do now... ]
[ She stays in the shower a good while longer than she really needs to - even though she can practically hear Miyako in her head, lecturing her on how long baths and showers will dry out her skin. She might have been the clear victim hear, the object of sympathy, but after an incident like this where everyone's eyes will be on her in the aftermath, she has to ensure she looks her best. Untarnished, clean and pure.
Of course, if she was that concerned about being pure, she wouldn't have come here in the first place.
Eventually, though, she steps out into the changing room. She tries not to think about what she's going to do when she steps out - or how completely insane this entire situation really is - and just focuses on drying her hair and changing into the shirt she's been left. It's long enough that she's technically modest - it's more or less a dress on her, hanging all the way down to just shy of her knees, but she's still incredibly overly aware of how little else she's wearing.
... You wouldn't dress a stranger like this, right? Especially not if they showed up out of nowhere. You wouldn't, and yet...
She shoves the thought to one side. Dressed and... as presentable as she's going to get, Ai eases the changing room door open and steps out into the cooler, drier air of the apartment with a lopsided smile. ]
... Thanks. Sorry again to just show up out of nowhere like this. I, um... I guess I just wanted to make sure I talked to you before I lost my nerve.
[ It's not even a matter of "wouldn't"... it's a matter of "shouldn't", really. You shouldn't dress a girl who just showed up shivering at your door like this, especially if they're basically a stranger! Even if... she's not a stranger. Not to him. Not to her.
He looks up as she steps out... and well, he tried to mentally prepare himself for what he was going to see when she stepped out, but...
There's no preparing for this. It's unfair, actually. His eyes go wide, briefly locked onto Ai... post-shower, wearing one of his shirts, alone with him in his apartment...
...there's a good few seconds where he stays like that before he manages to wrench his own eyes away so he can respectfully keep his eyes on literally anything else. Last thing he needs is Ai, without her memories, thinking of him as a creep. Nevermind the fact that... that ship might've already sailed. ]
Y-Yeah? Well... don't mention it.
[ What, for the thanks right now? Or the whole saving your life thing? Who knows. Not even Oberon knows what is happening right now. ]
[ Ah. Being stared at like that by him makes the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. It's not unpleasant - far from it. It's so familiar that it makes her throat tighten a little. It's lovely. But it makes her stomach churn with guilt, too. If he really doesn't remember, is he even the same person? If he's not, should she even want him to look at her like that?
She fidgets with the hanging sleeve of his shirt and as she peeks cautiously at his expression... no, she thinks. Even if he doesn't remember... something is still the same. Seeing that look on his face makes her chest twist, after all.
The question spills out of her mouth before she can stop it. ]
Why, though? Or- what I mean is...
[ She fumbles with her words before she can find the right ones. ]
How... did you even know I'd need help to begin with?
[ It's... not an unreasonable question. Sure, he lived nearby, but that didn't necessarily justify how he could've possibly appeared at the apartment building in time. He'd managed to avoid having to give a story to the press so far, but... everything aligned just a little too perfectly, hadn't it?
Not that he sees it that way. He'd planned on stopping her killer before he had even reached Ai's doorstep, but as if fate wanted to toy with him one last time, he somehow missed him... and practically had to sprint as fast as he could to get there in time to put his fist in Ryosuke's jaw. It was much more than just being in the right place at the right time... ]
Just... just a feeling. Right place, right time. That's...
[ "That's all" he starts to say, only to trail off. ]
It takes her a moment to recognize the feeling as fear. Fear tangled up with something desperate and on the verge of breaking. Because the way he says it... it's familiar. So familiar that she might just barely be able to bring herself to hope.
Her mouth pulls into a lopsided smile and in a warm, rueful voice she says; ]
You liar. [ But it doesn't sound like an accusation. Somehow it sounds... familiar and pleased. Maybe even knowing. ] You should know better than to try and wave me off with a lie like that. You knew he'd be there, didn't you?
[ Does he? Does he? Her heart's pounding so hard in her throat she can hardly speak around it.
[ At first, his response is to lie again... more instinctive than anything else. ]
Hah, how could I...
[ Then she speaks again, and now both of their stomachs are lurching. He freezes mid-sentence, his head slowly turning to face Ai. It occurs to him that... all of a sudden... her voice is so much more familiar to him...
Seriously? There's no way, right? Such a thing... ]
...Ai?
[ His eyes are wide, locked on her. Not on her indecent appearance or anything else... her. ]
[ Oberon looks at her and Ai knows him. Fae Eyes or not, she knows that feeling of being looked into so deeply, right into her guts and the very marrow of her bones. The way only one person has ever looked at her.
Her breath catches in her throat. For a second, she can't speak at all and she has to swallow again before she can even try. ]
It... it wasn't until I'd already opened the door - n-no, after that. I didn't remember until after I was already safe, but...
[ Her mouth makes a helpless shape and she takes a tentative step towards him, one hand clutched in the other.
The hand that, once, had been branded with a Command Seal. ]
Did... did you really come all this way to find me again?
[ His eyes are wider than they've ever been before. He sits up, all but gawking at Ai as she steps closer. He finds himself reaching forward, reaching for her... ]
T... Twenty-four years... all I've... everything I've done...
[ It was all for her. Everything. Everything he's done has all been for her sake... for the sake of finding her again. Saving her. ]
She dreamed of that theater and that tragic play enough times to know how old the Servant the Grail had sent her was. Not to understand - could any human ever, really? - but to know that she was an impossibly fleeting existence in comparison. To a creature like that, twenty four years would be nothing.
To a human... it's everything. It's a whole lifetime. It's longer than her lifetime - the one she would've been doomed to have, if not for this. A lifetime of waiting and searching for someone like her.
A trembling hand rises and like she can barely believe he's stood in front of her, the tips of her fingers just barely ghost his cheek, combing his hair back so she can properly take in his face.
Even now, he's still...
A laugh shakes out of her and with it comes a stream of tears finally breaking from her lashes and down her face. ]
You dummy. Didn't I tell you not to call me that anymore?
[ It's strange... being human... being without her... made everything go so much slower... ]
Hah...
[ He brings his hand up to hold Ai's as they come close to his face... and in seeing tears start to roll down her cheeks, something breaks in him as well.
All of a sudden, his hands shoot out to pull her towards him. One hand on her back, and another on the back of her head so that once she's against him, he can desperately crash his lips against hers. He doesn't care how little she's wearing once she's in his lap... he really doesn't care.
[ The kiss comes on so fast and so deep that it steals all the breath out of her lungs before she can even pull any in to spare. Her languidly beating heart slams into motion with a vivacity and intensity that makes her feel a little dizzy - her hands scrabble to latch onto him, fingers catching hold of his shirt to steady herself. She barely notices when she's no longer on her feet, only caring about the warm press of their bodies against each other and his lips against hers. ]
Oberon... [ Her gasps pour into his mouth in the space between each kiss. ] You're really- I didn't think-
[ She shuts herself up, just so she can press in a little closer to keep kissing him. The rest can all come later. ]
[ Look at them... from an outside perspective, this must look like the most stereotypical scandal to ever exist. Famous idol Ai throwing herself at the man who saved her life... honestly, it's a much more reasonable story than what the truth is. ]
Ai... Ai...!
[ Nothing else really matters at this point anyway... all that matters is his hands on her, pulling her closer as he kisses the woman he loves so desperately... as though he'd been starved for those twenty-four years and is only now being fed.
His fingers run through her hair, still damp from the shower. He loves her without restraint, his heart swelling at finally having her in his arms again. ]
[ That's it. That's the thing she's been wanting to hear again all this time - her name, said like that. Her name, said by someone who knows her - really knows her. His hands on her body, his lips against hers... Ai feels like she's been starved of it just in the days since remembering that she'd ever had it to begin with.
How must twenty four years have felt? ]
I'm sorry- [ She pants it out against his mouth, almost desperate. ] I'm sorry it took so long, I'm sorry I made you wait...
[ She presses a kiss to his cheek, the corner of his lips, his mouth again - anywhere she can reach. ]
I'm here. I promise, this time I won't go anywhere, I promise...!
[ It's messy... honestly, it's more like they're trying to devour each other than anything romantic. She kisses him everywhere she can reach... he crashes his lips against hers, biting and nipping at her at every opportunity. He's been patient, so patient... even with no promise of that patience being rewarded... and now it's all just flooding back out. ]
You... you better...
[ He can feel every part of her... her chest pressed against his, her hands gripping his shirt, her lips peppering him with kisses... he's breathless from all of it, but he's still not stopping. How could he possibly stop? How could he possibly show any restraint at this point? ]
[ His teeth close on her lip and her voice comes out in a high, needy noise. Oh. She'd almost forgotten the sound of her own voice when he drew it out of her like that. She outright had forgotten how lovely this was - to be kissed and wanted this much by someone who knows and wants every bit of her.
Twenty four years.
Barely a week.
Why should either of them wait even a moment longer? ]
T-touch me then. Properly, all over. Kiss me anywhere, just-
[ The breath that rushes out of her almost sounds like a sob. ]
[ He lets out a soft gasp before kissing her again... and slowly trailing downward, peppering her neck with kisses and the occasional nip. His hand drifts down to slide up the shirt she's wearing, his hand now gripping her bare skin. He can't help but be hyper-aware of what's being pressed up against him because of her state of dress...
To think that this would be the first thing they do after finally reuniting... honestly, would anybody be surprised? Yes, but well, y'know. ]
I will... I'm not waiting anymore, Ai...
[ He needs her. After all this time, it's no longer desire, it's a need. It feels like he'll fall apart if he doesn't reclaim what's his. His hands roam her body, feeling every inch... her chest, her back, her legs... he lays his hands on every part of her, claiming this idol that supposedly belongs to everyone as his own. ]
[ His hands are so warm. It's a little strange not to feel the scrapes of his clawed fingers but the sliding of his palms over her skin, the press of his lips... it's all so familiar she could cry. He's barely even started touching her and already, she's warm and shivering, goosebumps following the path of his touch. ]
... Mmm... Even after all this time, it's the same...
[ She's hugging him now, arms around his neck and her face pressed into his hair. Even that feels so familiar and so right. ]
I was scared it'd be different but... you're still just like I remember. You're still the one who came to find me.
[ Another helpless, breathy laugh on the verge of being a sob. ]
I'm sorry it was so hard to. But I'm so glad, I'm so glad... this time I really can love you properly...
[ All this time, and they're still the same... it took a while, but they're finally together again... they can pick up right where they left off, and love each other the way they always wanted.
His lips drift down past her collarbone, his hand comes up to unbutton his shirt that she's wearing so that he can start pressing kisses to her chest. ]
I thought... I thought you wouldn't remember...
[ He's gasping as he talks, speaking in the brief moments when his lips aren't on her body. ]
We met... before... I couldn't bear it, but... I still needed to save you... it had to be me...
[ One hand gets a little daring, drifting closer to that inbetween space between her thighs... ]
[ A warm shudder goes through her and her body arches into his touch. Pressed in close like this, there's not as many places she can touch him in return but she angles her head and presses a kiss to his hair, his ear - anywhere her lips will reach. ]
I'm sorry. [ What else can she do but apologise? ] You came all this way and I... [ Pause. Swallow. ] But you saved me anyway.
[ Another warm rush of her breath as one of her hands steals up to slowly stroke his hair. ]
But I'm here. This time I won't go anywhere. So please, keep touching me.
[ And then, with a breathless laugh; ]
Jeez. You really went and made it easy for yourself...
[ walking here in the rain actually worked out...??? ]
[ He can't stop himself from letting out a small laugh. It hadn't even been his intention, but she's not wrong, is she? ]
Hah... you're the one who went along with it...
[ A famous idol showing up soaked to the bone at his doorstep and having to wear his shirt... and now this... it really is amusing how much of a dream scenario this is, isn't it? ]
Thank you... don't leave... I need all of you... please...
[ His hand finally reaches between her legs, his human fingers rubbing at her entrance while he continues to pepper her chest with kisses. His shirt is all but halfway falling off of her at this point, erasing any small shreds of decency she might've had while wearing it. ]
And what else was I supposed to wear, huh? Maybe I should be counting myself lucky you had anything I could wear.
[ The teasing note of her voice is low and warm, fond and familiar. It's so wonderful to finally let it colour her words, pouring out affection like that to the only one who's ever really, truly wanted it from her - from her, Hoshino Ai, pitiful, miserable and hopeless as she is. It doesn't matter that she's dirty, that she's a liar, that she'll never live up to what she pretends to be on stage. Oberon accepts her anyway. So long as she has that, everything else is easy.
She isn't sure what hits her first - his touch or the needy sound of his voice that's all but a plea. Whichever one it is, her hips greedily rock into his touch and when her voice spills out again, it's heated and warm on the verge of being a moan. ]
I won't go. Not when you've waited this long. I've been waiting too, it's not the same, I know, but... Keep touching me.
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For a second, the question wells up in her throat, desperate to be asked. Does he remember her? He must, to act like this, right? But even as she parts her lips to speak, the words won't come to her mouth. What will she do if she's wrong? How is she supposed to ask without sounding completely insane?
So she doesn't. She just follows along in silence until they stop in front of the right door. ]
... Right, this one. Okay.
[ She gives his hand a tiny squeeze - it's all she dares to do - before sliding it out of his. ]
Thanks. Um - if you leave what I'm borrowing in the changing room, I'll use it when I'm done.
[ She flashes him another of those meek, uncertain smiles and makes her way inside. Maybe now, with a little time alone, she can control herself. ]
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With no way of knowing (besides, y’know, asking her), he just silently guides her to the bathroom. ]
…Yeah.
[ He averts his gaze, unable to stop the mess of feelings from welling up whenever their eyes meet. ]
I’ll… try and get you the smallest thing I have.
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The heat from the shower is a relief - she hadn't realised just how chilled to the core she'd been until it'd started to thaw but the steam and the gentle patter of water do nothing to soothe the thoughts whirling around in her head. As she rises her hair through, she catches a glance of the back of her hand, clear and unsullied.
If there was a Command Seal there still, just how much easier would this all be? ]
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It's a thought that provokes... a twisted sense of satisfaction that he hasn't felt in a long time. The feeling of possessiveness that's gone unfulfilled for twenty-four years.
He shakes his head, trying to ignore the feeling. Could he bear to start over? Would it even work? What with him knowing so much about her... but her knowing nothing about him?
Yet another thought to ignore by just... focusing on looking for something Ai can wear. Unfortunately, there's nothing in his wardrobe that won't dwarf Ai in size. Him being taller than most even outside of Japan doesn't help, and Ai being on the smaller side helps even less.
He eventually finds a white button-up shirt... not too dissimilar to what he once wore as a Servant. It's bound to cover her all the way down to her legs... which is good, at least, since he's got nothing for her to wear below the waist that won't simply fall off.
So she has a shirt left out for her in the changing room... and Oberon can only slump back onto his couch and rub the bridge of his nose. What the hell is he gonna do now... ]
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Of course, if she was that concerned about being pure, she wouldn't have come here in the first place.
Eventually, though, she steps out into the changing room. She tries not to think about what she's going to do when she steps out - or how completely insane this entire situation really is - and just focuses on drying her hair and changing into the shirt she's been left. It's long enough that she's technically modest - it's more or less a dress on her, hanging all the way down to just shy of her knees, but she's still incredibly overly aware of how little else she's wearing.
... You wouldn't dress a stranger like this, right? Especially not if they showed up out of nowhere. You wouldn't, and yet...
She shoves the thought to one side. Dressed and... as presentable as she's going to get, Ai eases the changing room door open and steps out into the cooler, drier air of the apartment with a lopsided smile. ]
... Thanks. Sorry again to just show up out of nowhere like this. I, um... I guess I just wanted to make sure I talked to you before I lost my nerve.
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Not to her.He looks up as she steps out... and well, he tried to mentally prepare himself for what he was going to see when she stepped out, but...
There's no preparing for this. It's unfair, actually. His eyes go wide, briefly locked onto Ai... post-shower, wearing one of his shirts, alone with him in his apartment...
...there's a good few seconds where he stays like that before he manages to wrench his own eyes away so he can respectfully keep his eyes on literally anything else. Last thing he needs is Ai, without her memories, thinking of him as a creep.
Nevermind the fact that... that ship might've already sailed.]Y-Yeah? Well... don't mention it.
[ What, for the thanks right now? Or the whole saving your life thing? Who knows. Not even Oberon knows what is happening right now. ]
I just... did what I had to do. That's all.
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She fidgets with the hanging sleeve of his shirt and as she peeks cautiously at his expression... no, she thinks. Even if he doesn't remember... something is still the same. Seeing that look on his face makes her chest twist, after all.
The question spills out of her mouth before she can stop it. ]
Why, though? Or- what I mean is...
[ She fumbles with her words before she can find the right ones. ]
How... did you even know I'd need help to begin with?
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[ It's... not an unreasonable question. Sure, he lived nearby, but that didn't necessarily justify how he could've possibly appeared at the apartment building in time. He'd managed to avoid having to give a story to the press so far, but... everything aligned just a little too perfectly, hadn't it?
Not that he sees it that way. He'd planned on stopping her killer before he had even reached Ai's doorstep, but as if fate wanted to toy with him one last time, he somehow missed him... and practically had to sprint as fast as he could to get there in time to put his fist in Ryosuke's jaw. It was much more than just being in the right place at the right time... ]
Just... just a feeling. Right place, right time. That's...
[ "That's all" he starts to say, only to trail off. ]
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It takes her a moment to recognize the feeling as fear. Fear tangled up with something desperate and on the verge of breaking. Because the way he says it... it's familiar. So familiar that she might just barely be able to bring herself to hope.
Her mouth pulls into a lopsided smile and in a warm, rueful voice she says; ]
You liar. [ But it doesn't sound like an accusation. Somehow it sounds... familiar and pleased. Maybe even knowing. ] You should know better than to try and wave me off with a lie like that. You knew he'd be there, didn't you?
[ Does he? Does he? Her heart's pounding so hard in her throat she can hardly speak around it.
Ai swallows. ]
... I didn't remember in time.
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Hah, how could I...
[ Then she speaks again, and now both of their stomachs are lurching. He freezes mid-sentence, his head slowly turning to face Ai. It occurs to him that... all of a sudden... her voice is so much more familiar to him...
Seriously? There's no way, right? Such a thing... ]
...Ai?
[ His eyes are wide, locked on her. Not on her indecent appearance or anything else... her. ]
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Her breath catches in her throat. For a second, she can't speak at all and she has to swallow again before she can even try. ]
It... it wasn't until I'd already opened the door - n-no, after that. I didn't remember until after I was already safe, but...
[ Her mouth makes a helpless shape and she takes a tentative step towards him, one hand clutched in the other.
The hand that, once, had been branded with a Command Seal. ]
Did... did you really come all this way to find me again?
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T... Twenty-four years... all I've... everything I've done...
[ It was all for her. Everything. Everything he's done has all been for her sake... for the sake of finding her again. Saving her. ]
I... I ask of you... are you...
[ "Are you my Master?" ]
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She dreamed of that theater and that tragic play enough times to know how old the Servant the Grail had sent her was. Not to understand - could any human ever, really? - but to know that she was an impossibly fleeting existence in comparison. To a creature like that, twenty four years would be nothing.
To a human... it's everything. It's a whole lifetime. It's longer than her lifetime - the one she would've been doomed to have, if not for this. A lifetime of waiting and searching for someone like her.
A trembling hand rises and like she can barely believe he's stood in front of her, the tips of her fingers just barely ghost his cheek, combing his hair back so she can properly take in his face.
Even now, he's still...
A laugh shakes out of her and with it comes a stream of tears finally breaking from her lashes and down her face. ]
You dummy. Didn't I tell you not to call me that anymore?
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Hah...
[ He brings his hand up to hold Ai's as they come close to his face... and in seeing tears start to roll down her cheeks, something breaks in him as well.
All of a sudden, his hands shoot out to pull her towards him. One hand on her back, and another on the back of her head so that once she's against him, he can desperately crash his lips against hers. He doesn't care how little she's wearing once she's in his lap... he really doesn't care.
It's her... ]
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Oberon... [ Her gasps pour into his mouth in the space between each kiss. ] You're really- I didn't think-
[ She shuts herself up, just so she can press in a little closer to keep kissing him. The rest can all come later. ]
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Ai... Ai...!
[ Nothing else really matters at this point anyway... all that matters is his hands on her, pulling her closer as he kisses the woman he loves so desperately... as though he'd been starved for those twenty-four years and is only now being fed.
His fingers run through her hair, still damp from the shower. He loves her without restraint, his heart swelling at finally having her in his arms again. ]
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How must twenty four years have felt? ]
I'm sorry- [ She pants it out against his mouth, almost desperate. ] I'm sorry it took so long, I'm sorry I made you wait...
[ She presses a kiss to his cheek, the corner of his lips, his mouth again - anywhere she can reach. ]
I'm here. I promise, this time I won't go anywhere, I promise...!
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You... you better...
[ He can feel every part of her... her chest pressed against his, her hands gripping his shirt, her lips peppering him with kisses... he's breathless from all of it, but he's still not stopping. How could he possibly stop? How could he possibly show any restraint at this point? ]
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Twenty four years.
Barely a week.
Why should either of them wait even a moment longer? ]
T-touch me then. Properly, all over. Kiss me anywhere, just-
[ The breath that rushes out of her almost sounds like a sob. ]
I don't want to wait anymore.
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To think that this would be the first thing they do after finally reuniting... honestly, would anybody be surprised?
Yes, but well, y'know.]I will... I'm not waiting anymore, Ai...
[ He needs her. After all this time, it's no longer desire, it's a need. It feels like he'll fall apart if he doesn't reclaim what's his. His hands roam her body, feeling every inch... her chest, her back, her legs... he lays his hands on every part of her, claiming this idol that supposedly belongs to everyone as his own. ]
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... Mmm... Even after all this time, it's the same...
[ She's hugging him now, arms around his neck and her face pressed into his hair. Even that feels so familiar and so right. ]
I was scared it'd be different but... you're still just like I remember. You're still the one who came to find me.
[ Another helpless, breathy laugh on the verge of being a sob. ]
I'm sorry it was so hard to. But I'm so glad, I'm so glad... this time I really can love you properly...
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[ All this time, and they're still the same... it took a while, but they're finally together again... they can pick up right where they left off, and love each other the way they always wanted.
His lips drift down past her collarbone, his hand comes up to unbutton his shirt that she's wearing so that he can start pressing kisses to her chest. ]
I thought... I thought you wouldn't remember...
[ He's gasping as he talks, speaking in the brief moments when his lips aren't on her body. ]
We met... before... I couldn't bear it, but... I still needed to save you... it had to be me...
[ One hand gets a little daring, drifting closer to that inbetween space between her thighs... ]
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I'm sorry. [ What else can she do but apologise? ] You came all this way and I... [ Pause. Swallow. ] But you saved me anyway.
[ Another warm rush of her breath as one of her hands steals up to slowly stroke his hair. ]
But I'm here. This time I won't go anywhere. So please, keep touching me.
[ And then, with a breathless laugh; ]
Jeez. You really went and made it easy for yourself...
[ walking here in the rain actually worked out...??? ]
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Hah... you're the one who went along with it...
[ A famous idol showing up soaked to the bone at his doorstep and having to wear his shirt... and now this... it really is amusing how much of a dream scenario this is, isn't it? ]
Thank you... don't leave... I need all of you... please...
[ His hand finally reaches between her legs, his human fingers rubbing at her entrance while he continues to pepper her chest with kisses. His shirt is all but halfway falling off of her at this point, erasing any small shreds of decency she might've had while wearing it. ]
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[ The teasing note of her voice is low and warm, fond and familiar. It's so wonderful to finally let it colour her words, pouring out affection like that to the only one who's ever really, truly wanted it from her - from her, Hoshino Ai, pitiful, miserable and hopeless as she is. It doesn't matter that she's dirty, that she's a liar, that she'll never live up to what she pretends to be on stage. Oberon accepts her anyway. So long as she has that, everything else is easy.
She isn't sure what hits her first - his touch or the needy sound of his voice that's all but a plea. Whichever one it is, her hips greedily rock into his touch and when her voice spills out again, it's heated and warm on the verge of being a moan. ]
I won't go. Not when you've waited this long. I've been waiting too, it's not the same, I know, but... Keep touching me.
[ She's still stroking his hair. ]
I missed you so much.
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