Yuki
"I would be delighted to spend the night with you, Yuki." He told me, and I blew out the breathe I had involuntarily been holding. My eyes lifted to his face, and I my breathe caught for an entirely different reason, because he looked absolutely beautiful with the smile on his face.
His words registered in my head and sunk to a warm feeling around my heart, and I grinned at him, relief and happiness probably glowing in my eyes. The thought of waking up next to Brokentear the next morning was a welcome one. I zipped my back up and set it on the floor at the end of the bed and beat down the happiness so I could speak normally.
"Thank you," I said, the grateful words sounding breathy in the tone I used. "You have no idea how grateful I am." I ginned smally at him again, then crouched down and pulled my pajamas out of the bag, zipping it shut again afterwards. I stood back up and turned to the man blocking my door.
"Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back," I said, then squeezed past him and out into the hallway, walking with a bounce in my step to the bathroom. One quick shower and change later, I was back in my room in the cotton knee-length pants and long sleeved shirt that showed my collarbones and shoulders.
Brokentear had apparently taken my words to heart, because he lay under the covers of my bed like he'd been there the whole time. I smirked at that thought, then tossed my other clothes onto the bag and crawled into the open side of the bed, twisting until I had the covers nice and cocoon-like around me. Snug, I pulled one arm out of the cocoon and reached out, settling it lightly on his wrist, just where one could feel his pulse.
"I am glad you're here," I said simply, giving him a small, tired smile.
Setsuna
"I think I'm already addicted. In need of rehab. Or maybe not." Forever teased, a small smile on his lips. I smirked down at him for his cheekiness, but rewarded him for his openness with another kiss.
"Ah, but rehab is for the more...destructive addictions. This-" and here I stole another kiss, purring in satisfaction when he returned it, "-isn't very destructive," I pointed out, my logic sounding sound to me. He contemplated my words, and I stole another kiss in the meantime.
"Besides, I don't think you want to escape me and my addictiveness anyways," I added, confidence oozing through my words. At least, I hoped he didn't. I most certainly didn't want to escape him and his, anyways. He smiled cheekily at me.
"And if I did?" He asked, appearing to grin behind his mask. I rolled his words around in my head for a few heartbeats, then turned my eyes back to him and shrugged. "Then you would be out of luck," I shrugged.
