decorator | a stolen fruit; a childish sin has taken root

[ He doesn't share her enthusiasm, but... seeing the way she smiles makes up for it and more. It's tiresome, and yet because it makes her happy, he feels all too willing to put up with it.

Love is one hell of a thing, isn't it? ]

Yes, yes... except you're more than just a normal girl, right?

[ It's that realization that makes him decide that he needs to flirt and be even more obnoxious with her more. He wraps a hand around her waist and pulls her against his chest, knowing that the people who Ai's drawn into staring at her are watching. ]

You're mine, after all.

[ He can't just be content with eating his skewer, now can he? ]

Ah-

[ Somehow, it's even easier than usual to manhandle her about today - she goes stumbling into his touch with little protest and even less resistence. In fact, even though they're definitely making a bit of a scene in front of all these other people queuing up for yakitori, all she does is tut-tut at him. ]

Oh, come on. It's true but what does it have to do with torikawa?

[ The perfect response to nip a few stares in the bud. Given that she's not stepping out of his arms despite her fuss, maybe she's not quite as oblivious to all the attention she's drawing as she's play acting at being after all. ]

You're so clingy today. You're really sure summer hasn't gotten you all amped up like Nagiko-chan?

Well, who's to say? I wouldn't say the season brings anything to get excited about, but...

[ It has brought something that is amping him up, that's for sure. It's in his arms even now, though he thinks he's done a good enough job of restraining himself despite that.

~~As if his hands aren't literally on her right now as he speaks.~~ ]

Well, just think of it as me laying my claim in... other ways.

Holding my hand wasn't enough for you? [ A pause as she considers... literally everything about Oberon's personality. ] Ah, actually. You know what? Never mind. Don't answer that.

[ With that in mind, she's pretty impressed that he is restraining himself to just this.

So far, anyway. She Doesn't Know. ]

Does it really bother you that much if it happens again? Don't get me wrong, it's not like I want it to...

[ She's small and some of these guys are pretty tall. And broad. And scary. ]

But it's not like it'll ever come to anything. I'm here with you, aren't I?

Hah!

[ Yeah, the answer to that question is obvious, isn't it? He can only laugh as she promptly rescinds the question. It feels nice, having her know him this well.

Still, it feels silly to ask if it bothers him. Of course it bothers him. He has fae eyes, he can see their intentions clear as day, and big broad guys like that generally aren't going to take no for an answer. ]

Of course it does. It pisses me off. How would you feel if it was the other way around?

[ As silly as that idea might be, especially right now when he's giving off all of the wrong vibes... he remembers how possessive she got when she learned more about Fujimaru Ritsuka, don't think he forgets that kind of thing. ]

[ . . .

A loooooong pause as she stares him down, deadeyed. ]

That depends. Do you want the nice answer or the real answer?

[ Of course, he's going to hear what she really thinks either way, but she's got just barely enough tact to not just come out and say it right to his face. ]

[ He returns her deadeyed look with his own, squinting down at her in full knowledge of what she means. ]

...You know what? Don't answer that.

[ He returns her own words, too. It's not like he doesn't get it, but come on... ]

[ Beeeeaaaaaam. ]

That's what I thought you'd say. Besides, it's not like I'd care. I trust you.

[ Or, as he'll see it: "You're way too possessive for me to ever worry about you going off with some random girl."

... If that was the nice answer, just how bad was the other one?!

Thankfully, she's already stepping out from his arms, so it looks like he won't be finding out yet. ]

Anyway, come on! Your skewer's gonna get cold. And there's a ton more food I want to try!

[ And off she goes darting her way through the crowd again. He really wasn't wrong about her being a handful, huh. ]

[ He resists the urge to start with "even so...!" and just lets out a sigh. She is such a handful... and yet he's in love with this handful, so he can't let her go. ]

Hey...! Quit running off like that, damn it!

[ This is going to be a long day... a long day of chasing after her, on top of chasing off every guy who tries to hit on her whenever they get separated. Seriously, this woman cannot tone down her charisma, can she?

Still, even though it's a true hassle, dealing with all of this... he follows her the whole time. At least, anywhere except the water, that is... though even then he tries to keep an eye on her. ]

[ To Ai's surprise, the day is... fun. Regular, normal fun. The kind it's a little bizarre to find herself having, especially while she's with Oberon. It's the same slightly off kilter feeling as seeing him dressed for the beach had been - she's so used to him existing in one particular context that spending such an understated, mundane day with him is a bit too adjust to.

It makes her hopeful in a strange, tentative way, that things really might work out. Eventually.

(Hibiki and Nagiko are having a wonderful time fighting BB, in case you were wondering.)

It's golden hour by the time they finally slow down a bit and the hustle has gradually died down. It's still lively, but finally calm enough that she feels pretty safe leaving him with their things to go play around in the water for a bit. She's not the world's strongest swimmer, but even she can manage with a cute enough floatie. By the time she's satisfied, she's nicely worn out and she pops back out of the sea with a cheery wave as she starts heading back towards him.

Surely this nice normal day will end on an equally normal note. Surely. ]

[ ~~BB found in tears as she gets admonished by both Hibiki and Nagiko for accidentally summoning yet another god that could cause problems.~~

As a Servant, it's not like something like this is going to be physically exhausting... but mentally? He admits to being a little relieved when Ai finally relinquishes him to relaxing in the shade while she enjoys the water. ~~Whether it's on account of being an insect or being a dragon, he's not fond of the water, so it's a good thing she's understanding in that respect.~~

That and, though he is just relaxing... he is still keeping an eye on her, glancing in her direction often enough to ensure that she's not dealing with other guys even while in the water. Fortunately, it does seem like anybody looking to hit on women remain on land rather than in the water, at least in this instance.

He keeps an eye on her while getting to lay back with Blanca sitting comfortably in his lap while he inhales the various snacks they stocked up during their adventure around the beach... and finally looks up properly when he notices that she's finally come around in the water.

She looks satisfied... which gives Oberon himself a feeling of satisfaction as well. He honestly can't tell what the plan is from here... maybe she'll relax with him, or maybe she'll drag him places again, either way he doesn't feel himself minding... ]

...?

[ ...does she look different somehow? ]

[ At a distance? Definitely different. Once she actually gets back to their spot... ]

Wow, you really polished all these off! Guess it's a good thing you didn't come swimming too. You would've gotten the world's worst cramp.

[ It's almost a little too picturesque to believe. Her skin and hair are still beaded with water and the sun's at just the right angle in the sky for it all to start glittering. A few stray locks that'd come loose from her ponytail curl and cling to the column of her neck and even as she's wringing it out, her pareo's sticking to her thighs... and the less said about how the frills of that cute bikini top are clinging to her torso, the better.

And the absolute worst part? It's not even remotely on purpose. Going by the way she's blithely chattering to him, she doesn't even have any clue how she looks right now. ]

Can you believe I forgot to bring something to wear home? I just got too excited... maybe I'll just steal your hoodie, heehee. You don't mind, right?

[ She Doesn't Know. ]

Ah...

[ Good fucking god. Somehow, inexplicably, with the addition of water and water alone... she has reached levels of attractiveness that feels like it should be considered a mental attack.

Case and point, the way Oberon takes a look at her... and his jaw actually drops, hanging open as he looks up at her with wide eyes.

Does she realize that the amount of people staring at her has wildly increased? Hell, he thinks even women are staring at her in awe rather than envy like this. It's so perfect, yet so clearly natural and unintended.

Blanca, who was curled up comfortably on Oberon's stomach, took one look at her and promptly flew away. Even Blanca knows...

...He should really respond to her question, but he can't. ]

[ It takes her a few seconds to realize he's just staring. With her damp pareo dealt with, she does her best to neaten that side ponytail of hers - and then realising it's a lost cause, she gives up altogether and tugs her scrunchie out so all that mussed up, glittering hair flutters loosely down.

And she's still not doing it on purpose. Idols, man.

She loosely fingercombs her hair, working out the worst of the tangles before she finally looks up and catches his eye - then tilts her head in that infuriatingly innocent way. ]

Oberon?

[ Even her voice is clueless. ]

[ Ah. Something... something just snapped inside of him. The sound of her voice briefly echoes in his head... her saying his name in confusion, her insistence that if he goes too far she'll get upset with him...

...and suddenly, none of it matters anymore.

He shoots to his feet, his expression still the same, his mouth hanging open and his eyes fixed on her... and in one swift motion, he's suddenly scooping her up into his arms, bridal carry and everything.

The only thing that matters now is finding someplace even semi-isolated from the view of others. ]

Wah-!!

[ She's so unprepared that she doesn't even get a chance to protest. In fact, it's so sudden that she doesn't even start protesting until he's already striding down the beach with her in his arms. ]

W-w-wait, wait just a second! Oberon!

[ Her voice comes out in an agonized hiss and she's scarlet from the roots of her hair all the way down her neck. ]

Don't- did you really have to- I can walk by myself, you know!

[ Far away from this situation, in fact!!! ]

[ Not at all. No she can't. Not if he has anything to say about it... not that he's even saying anything. His expression has turned completely serious as he scans the beach for somewhere even slightly private. Hell, he'll even take a section of the beach slightly obscured by rocks if need be, even if that results in what's about to come next happening out in the open air.

Fortunately for Ai, though, she doesn't have to worry about that specific risk... as Oberon's eyes finally find a number of small little mini cabins.

It's perfect... in the sense that it keeps things private. Perhaps not in the sense of keeping noise in though.

It doesn't matter that people are watching as a man dressed heavily in all black carries away the most beautiful woman in existence... he reaches the cabin and practically barges into the small space. It's just a fancy changing room, really, with just a single bench attached to the wall opposite to the door.

She's abruptly set down if only so that Oberon can turn, slam the door shut, and lock it.

This cabin is going to be occupied for a good while, won't it? ]

[ Her string of hissed protests doesn't let up even once as they make their way up the beach - she doesn't dare raise her voice or make too much of a fuss for fear of drawing any more attention than they already have. There's nobody watching as they head into the cabin at least, but-

Ah. No way. There's seriously no way he's really planning on - ]

You're the worst!

[ She hisses that at him from her spot on the bench, wrenching down the blinds over the little window at the back - it's already frosted so thoroughly that you can't see in or out but she's not talking even the remotest of chances right now. ]

Where the heck is this coming from, anyway?!

[ SHE STILL DOESN'T KNOW ]

[ For the first time today, the hood comes off of his head, revealing his normally well-combed hair to be much more frazzled than usual. He looks directly at her... and the look in his eyes can only be described as hungry. ]

Where is...!? The fact that you have no clue where this is coming from makes it even worse!

[ He's suddenly on her, like a predator pouncing on it's prey. He's pushing her up against the wall, both of his hands on her chest—one even slipping under and pushing up her top to grope her directly... and when he crashes his lips against hers, biting her lip in the process as he always does.

The way the water drips down her skin, the way her swimsuit clings to her body, her messy wet hair cascading down her shoulders and back... he's pretty sure she drove a good few people crazy the same as she's done to him, but he gets to act on it. ]

[ Her lips part to - she doesn't quite know. Protest her innocence? Actually, with the way things are, uh, progressing right now, she's pretty sure that'd only hurt her case. ]

Ah- Oberon, just-

[ It's impossible to get her words out like this. Her voice hitches in time with his touch, sharpens into another of those little squeaks that came out of her earlier once he bites. She knew he'd been clingier than usual today, even if she's still getting used to what it means for her and Oberon to be like this, but-

She finally manages to push him back just enough for her to pull in a breath. She knows even without having to see herself that looking at him with her flushed, breathless expression is dangerous in all kinds of ways but with them so close, with her outright pinned to the wall, she has nowhere else to look. ]

Will you just wait a second?! [ She's panting for breath. And yet - it's only a pause. Not an outright protest. ] If you're going to drag me in here out of nowhere to-

[ Nope. She can't even say it. ]

- y-you could at least explain why!

[ God, it's just getting worse... adding that flushed, breathless expression to her current appearance is... ]

Agh...! No, I can't! When you come out looking like that, how the hell am I supposed to hold back!?

[ How could he possibly explain it to her? That her disheveled, wet appearance, was so overwhelmingly sexy that it even ended up breaking his self-control? He can't just say that! Certainly not right now!

Case and point, he leans forward again as if to claim her lips once more, but instead... he goes for her neck. He can't even bring himself to think of the consequences right now... the fact that she's definitely going to be upset with him about this later.

He clamps his teeth onto her neck and bites down all the same, his hands still groping and feeling her body the whole while. ]

[ Like what?! she means to demand, but her mouth opens just in time for his teeth to clamp down on her neck and what pours out instead is a shuddering, wordless little noise that she immediately tries to muffle with a hand. ]

W-wait, wait! Don't- not where everyone's going to see...

[ And yet her protests are suddenly a little softer. Her voice is a little sweeter. And when her free hand comes up, it's to clutch at the front of his hoodie as if to steady herself. ]

Y-you really couldn't wait until we got home?! It had to be right here?!

[ So, yes, she's definitely mad at him. But she's not pushing him away and she's certainly not asking him to stop. ]

[ Her plea is ignored, and his teeth sink deeper into her neck... deep enough that at this point, Ai should be well aware of how dark the resulting mark is going to be. With where it is, even if Ai wears his hoodie after this, it's bound to poke out just a little bit...

But if he's going to be punished for this... doesn't that just mean he needs to make the absolute most out of this right here, right now?

His teeth finally come off of her neck, his own face is flushed and needy like hers... but there's an uncontrollable hunger that suggests that nothing Ai says will take any control away from him right now. ]

Of course not...! You wouldn't have looked the same...!!

[ He'd have been able to take back control of himself if they had done that! Not that they could've in the first place. ]

So watch your voice... this place ain't exactly soundproof...!

[ In fact, if the sound of the bustling crowd out on the beach didn't drown it out... chances are that somebody heard the noise that she just made before she used her hand to muffle it. ]

Ah...

[ She'd meant to scold him even more, but something about the look on his face makes her words dry up in her throat. This is a terrible idea - no, it's beyond terrible. Even if she's not an idol here, this is still...

The theater wasn't any different than being in their own room back home but this is somewhere public. Somewhere somebody could see or hear them, if people haven't already figured out what's going on in here. The thought of it makes her stomach flutter anxiously.

But...

But Oberon's looking at her like that. Like he might die if he doesn't get to touch her right now. It digs into her skin and she finds she can't quite make a protest come out of her mouth.

She swallows. Then her eyes drift away from his and her expression turns sullen, pouty.

But her voice - ]

Whose fault is that? You picked this place.

[ He should know what an invitation from Ai sounds like by now. ]

[ A small smile cracks into Oberon's desperate expression... ]

Hah... I could've picked worse places...!

[ He certainly could've. At least here they have four walls all around them.

He kisses her again, forcefully and without any delicacy whatsoever. One hand fondles her chest, while the other moves down to slip under Ai's pareo and bikini bottom to prod at her entrance with his fingers. He's not wasting any time... hell, he's not even taking anything off.

He's going to do her right here, in what she's wearing right now. If that makes her think of this moment when she looks at this outfit again, well... that's not his fault. ~~Except it would be.~~ ]

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