a thousand cherry blossoms dissolve into the night

[mementosola]

[The year is 2038, and for some people turning twenty, there is celebration. A feeling of reaching adulthood, or at the very least, an unhealthy amount of booze.

For other people, there's running clear across Setagaw when time stopped and exploding a Harvester in a single, casual gesture. She's not worried there are too many; she's worried about what certain people may have done to thin out the numbers.]

Retsu!

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[withoutmercy]

[He'll lean in a bit, and... now it's his turn to kiss her cheek. It seems he wants to let her decide when the first kiss is, but he will whisper while he's that close.]

So. Even if you're not as powerful, you see, you've saved me.

[mementosola]

...That's cheating...[Stupid mindreader. She is apparently deciding it's now, since she's pushing him back just enough to kiss him.]

[withoutmercy]

[No rejoinder on his end. He's not really good at this whole smooth thing. But he is at least a decent kisser, and she's getting held to that bare chest of his?]

[mementosola]

[Well, her hands do slide down his chest to his hips, but she isn't actually entirely sure where to go from here.]

...I...have to admit I'm kind of winging it, here.

[withoutmercy]

Are you sure you're not too drained for this, Hisoka?

[Because seriously her powers have been kind of insane today. He strokes her cheek, while he waits for a reply. He's waited two years, he can wait a little longer.]

[mementosola]

I don't know.

[She can't lie, she's exhausted.

But on the other hand, she's still basically right against his bare chest.]

[withoutmercy]

Well. I guess we'll see.

[And with that he leans in to kiss her again, and this time, it's not nearly as gentle or chaste as the first kiss.]

[mementosola]

[It turns out, he may have a definite advantage in this arena, because while she's doing her best, she's very easily flustered and swept off her feet, as it were.

She's doing her damndest to make a show of kissing back, though.]

[withoutmercy]

[It takes a good, long moment before he decides to pull back a step, to better get a look at her. Sure, he could read her mind, but he'd rather just see how she reacts.]

Maybe we should take this away from the window?

[mementosola]

Ah...[She's red as his jacket now. Now she knows how he always feels which, in it's way, is vengeance, ain't it?]

R-right...

[withoutmercy]

Wow... you're really cute when you don't know what to do.

[He gently grabs her hands, since they were on his waist already, and pulls her back into the apartment, toward his bed. Kind of to the point there, Retsu.]

[mementosola]

Y...you don't have to take revenge for this...

[She goes pretty willingly...and he only gets half a second of warning from her thoughts before she trips him and pins him to his bed.]

Of course I don't know...this is a new situation for me, here.

[withoutmercy]

[Half a seconds warning is all that he needs to break his fall so this doesn't go awkwardly terrible, and he doesn't try to fight the pin. What he does do, though, is put his hands on her waist.]

Well, we can go slow, then, if you want. After all... it's your birthday.

[mementosola]

[...For a moment, she considers asking him if he knows what he's doing, and when did that happen, but decides it doesn't actually matter when or with whom or if it even did because that was then, this is now.

But have fun with that thought train anyway.]

I just...need you to show me what to do, and I'll learn it

[withoutmercy]

[It is a mystery to everyone. Or, you know. It is a telepath who lived through high school and life in cramped apartment buildings. He might be the aggregate knowledge of a lot of people.]

Okay, we'll go slow. Trust me, you'll figure it out quickly.

[Leaning up to kiss her again!]

[mementosola]

[She is okay with this kissing thing, she can figure that part out, and to her credit, she is a fast learner when it comes to it.

And it hasn't quite sunk in she's kissing him while he's shirtless and she's sitting on top of him. On his bed.]

[withoutmercy]

[And if one of his hands slide slowly up the back of her shirt, tracing along her spine, will that make her realize where she is?]

[Because he's not saying it. He's kind of busy with this kiss.]

[mementosola]

[It does certainly get her attention, by that shiver, and does get her to let her hands roam down his chest.]

Should I...?

[She is realizing him being the only one shirtless is slightly unfair here, broski.]

[withoutmercy]

[Sitting up again, though more to get leverage in case he needs to act. He does move his hand back out from under her shirt, resting it on her hip.]

Either you can, or I will.

[Because either way he's not complaining, but he promised they'd go at her pace.]

[mementosola]

[She does seem to consider it for a moment, before pulling her shirt off in one motion. The scars from her own accident have faded, but there's the tell-tale red spirals of her divine markings visible even unchanged, now, like pale tattoos over her skin.

Also, apparently she goes for red and lacy in the bra department.]

[withoutmercy]

[He wasn't expecting such a quick decision from her, and combined with her being topless it's a bit of a surprise. Since he's also sitting up, he'll just lean in and kiss one of those red markings on her, nice and gently.]

You're even cuter than I thought you'd be.

[mementosola]

Ah...! [She shivers, being pretty oversensitive to touch, it seems.]

H-have you thought about it often...?

[withoutmercy]

...Yeah, I'm not going to lie, I've thought about it a lot.

[And before any responses to that come he's going to work his way along to her neck with those little kisses.]

[mementosola]

[Well, she can't respond to that because words just have a critical system failure.]

A-aaahhh...

[withoutmercy]

[...That actually gets a little bit of a chuckle out of him. Also gently using his weight to roll them down onto the bed, with his hands at either side of her to support himself over her.]