I do feel a little odd, although it's hardly bad, [ Pyrrha admits, easing off. Between him and the wall, there isn't anywhere for her to really go, which is fine, but she does give him some breathing room.
If this isn't something he wants or thinks he's ready for, she's prepared to respect that. She barely has a plan of her own, here. Just the leading hammering of her heart, the unease of exacerbated love that's filled her all day.
Gently, she wipes some lingering mud off his forehead. (Still gross. Ew.) ]
[ By now, the cracked window nearby has completely steamed up, likely due to the heat their own emotions seem to generate. When Pyrrha asks what he wants to do, he looks away for a second, feeling a little shy himself all of a sudden. ]
Me? I'm torn between doing more of this or getting cleaned up...
[ Nevermind the weird as hell weather phenomenon. ]
[ It's a classic case of what he wants vs. what he needs right now. Though, not once does it occur to him that Pyrrha would cheat. ]
Heh, we're really gonna let a coin decide?
...wait, I don't have any coins. Do you?
[ And just because they're standing so close and on the verge of being irresponsible, he puts a hand in one of Pyrrha's pockets or belt pouch or whatever she's wearing. ]
[ Normal trousers! So, a pocket somewhere, because these aren't the jerk lying-about-pockets trousers that fashion is convinced women want these days. He can reach in there, it's no big. ]
Yeah, right there. Go ahead.
[ Anyway, she's about to say something Mom-like, hopefully he can let it pass by without ruining everything, ]
You should always carry change on you, Jaune. You never know when you might need it.
[ All that teasing may have backfired, because he didn't really want to stop doing what they already started. ]
I propose more kissing and-- all the other weird stuff.
[ Since this is a negotiation, he's gotta start high so she meets him somewhere halfway. Did he really have to propose with something that sounds hardcore, though?? One could think he's talking about handcuffs and leather masks. ]
One of Pyrrha's hands raise, cupping his face. Her fingers lay just below his ear. There isn't any real reason for it, other than she wants to. The need to maintain contact is almost desperate in her, once again assuming that all she has left in the world is down to what can be held in her own two hands.
So, here's Pyrrha, smiling up at him in adoration. Weird stuff might be a little arbitrary, but she's willing to barter. There's no way she wants the moment between them to end. ]
Here's my counter-offer. We can start off with kissing.
[ She illustrates by letting her lips graze briefly over his! ]
Then, we can simply see how things go... perhaps with a little less weirdness.
[ He might be thinking of handcuffs and masks, but Pyrrha is dreading the possibility that he'll ask her to do some infantile roleplay scenario where she's the mother and he's -- you know what, no.
[ With the brief graze and what Pyrrha agrees to, Jaune already starts feeling hot enough that it manifests in the form of a lightbulb bursting nearby. It's a good thing he's not wearing a lot of clothes to begin with, so it's easier to manage.
With a smile, he nods and leans in, whispering for Pyrrha's ears only, even if there's nobody around to hear it anyway. ]
M-Maybe I should... check your bed anyway..... just in case it is broken...
[ He's so close that Pyrrha finds herself lightly weak-kneed for the second time today, her heart rising in pitch when he makes that particular suggestion.
The floorboards creak again, and it's an interesting little prelude to the house's foundation being just so addled.
Pyrrha whispers back, ]
You are an expert carpenter, after all.
[ If it's amenable, she'll take his hand and start to lead him to her room. It's not far! ]
[ Whoa! She's quick to take the lead here, moving this faster than Jaune anticipated. He's not necessarily protesting, but it does make his heart race, because he's someone who likes to stop and think of the next strategy if given a chance.
Clearly this isn't one of those times.
Wide-eyed with panic and even more excitement, he whispers louder as they approach the room. ]
I can also get the lawnmower going on my first try. ... Sometimes second.
[ wait, what???!? that's not even sexy, what is this, he doesn't have time to think, ahhhhh ]
[ Fortunately, she seems rather charmed regardless! Pyrrha turns just as they reach the closed door, leaning against it. She's trying not to laugh, but her lips twitch with the suppression. ]
[ She'll open the door, then! As usual, Nora's side is a bit of a well-loved disaster, whereas Pyrrha's is immaculately tidy. Glancing over at her made bed, Pyrrha feels her heart racing, a thrum that she's sure he can feel in her pulse as their hands remain linked.
Odd. She hadn't thought she would be nervous. She probably should have prepared for that. ]
Well, here it is! My... room.
[ He's been here before. Obviously.
Pyrrha turns her expression toward him. There's no reason she can't share this with him, the way her eagerness mixes with ignorance to leave her wanting, but uncertain how to proceed. She doesn't want to disappoint him. ]
Can you remind me of the, um - terms of our agreement?
[ if he could actually take charge now, that would be great ]
[ Yeah... Jaune figures it's time to grow out of being the lovable idiot. They both know why they're here and he can't keep masking his fear with jokes, or overcompensate by trying to be cool. They're here now, against all odds... there's nothing to be scared of anymore. At least not right now.
With a smile and all his muddy mess, Jaune takes a few slow steps towards the bed, leading Pyrrha along while their hands are linked. Halfway through he stops, only to pace themselves, as he turns to look at her. ]
I think it was something like...
[ Now it's his turn to graze his lips against hers! As he does so, he guides her hand and presses it against his exposed chest. She can probably feel something loud there, despite the calm front. ]
[ His efforts are singularly effective. Feeling his heart fervent under her splayed fingers sets her own heart to quicken in turn, so much that when she swallows, there's a quickness to it. Their lips had touched; hers had parted for his.
These little moments, leading up to something bigger -- she knows she ought to savour each and every one, but part of her wants so desperately to set patience aside and drown herself in him. ]
You're right. That was it.
[ Her hand remains on his chest as she initiates another kiss, heartfelt and open, a tentative gauge of how much he will allow. With her lips fitted against his, her tongue begs entrance.
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If this isn't something he wants or thinks he's ready for, she's prepared to respect that. She barely has a plan of her own, here. Just the leading hammering of her heart, the unease of exacerbated love that's filled her all day.
Gently, she wipes some lingering mud off his forehead. (Still gross. Ew.) ]
What do you want to do, Jaune?
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Me? I'm torn between doing more of this or getting cleaned up...
[ Nevermind the weird as hell weather phenomenon. ]
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[ She may cheat.
She's totally going to cheat. ]
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Heh, we're really gonna let a coin decide?
...wait, I don't have any coins. Do you?
[ And just because they're standing so close and on the verge of being irresponsible, he puts a hand in one of Pyrrha's pockets or belt pouch or whatever she's wearing. ]
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Yeah, right there. Go ahead.
[ Anyway, she's about to say something Mom-like, hopefully he can let it pass by without ruining everything, ]
You should always carry change on you, Jaune. You never know when you might need it.
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[ ...mom. ]
So, heads I shower, tails we don't kiss. Deal?
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[ Although, that may be contingent on what happens after the shower - no. Nikos? FOCUS. ]
Heads, we get cleaned up. -- Separately.
[ look, it needed to be clarified ]
Tails... [ Yeah. ] Well.
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You got yourself a deal, Nikos.
[ He steps back and flips the coin in the air, letting it fall on the ground because it's hopeless if he tries to catch it mid-air. ]
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Why?
No reason!
The coin hits the floor and she leans over to look at it. ]
It's tails!
[ .... and then, realizing that they never fully clarified the parameters of a tails flip, she grows a little uncertain, looking almost bashful. ]
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[ HEH ]
I did say "tails, we don't kiss"...
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She'll play along, though. ]
Yeah, you did. I suppose this is it, in that case.
[ Pyrrha holds out a hand for a, surprise, goodbye handshake! ]
It was lovely knowing you, Partner.
[ :) ]
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[ KABEDON!!!!!!
don't you leave partner ]
That coin toss didn't count! I suspect foul-play.
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Would you like to re-negotiate the terms of our agreement?
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[ All that teasing may have backfired, because he didn't really want to stop doing what they already started. ]
I propose more kissing and-- all the other weird stuff.
[ Since this is a negotiation, he's gotta start high so she meets him somewhere halfway. Did he really have to propose with something that sounds hardcore, though?? One could think he's talking about handcuffs and leather masks. ]
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One of Pyrrha's hands raise, cupping his face. Her fingers lay just below his ear. There isn't any real reason for it, other than she wants to. The need to maintain contact is almost desperate in her, once again assuming that all she has left in the world is down to what can be held in her own two hands.
So, here's Pyrrha, smiling up at him in adoration. Weird stuff might be a little arbitrary, but she's willing to barter. There's no way she wants the moment between them to end. ]
Here's my counter-offer. We can start off with kissing.
[ She illustrates by letting her lips graze briefly over his! ]
Then, we can simply see how things go... perhaps with a little less weirdness.
[ He might be thinking of handcuffs and masks, but Pyrrha is dreading the possibility that he'll ask her to do some infantile roleplay scenario where she's the mother and he's -- you know what, no.
She is not giving that another thought. ]
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With a smile, he nods and leans in, whispering for Pyrrha's ears only, even if there's nobody around to hear it anyway. ]
M-Maybe I should... check your bed anyway..... just in case it is broken...
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The floorboards creak again, and it's an interesting little prelude to the house's foundation being just so addled.
Pyrrha whispers back, ]
You are an expert carpenter, after all.
[ If it's amenable, she'll take his hand and start to lead him to her room. It's not far! ]
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Clearly this isn't one of those times.
Wide-eyed with panic and even more excitement, he whispers louder as they approach the room. ]
I can also get the lawnmower going on my first try. ... Sometimes second.
[ wait, what???!? that's not even sexy, what is this, he doesn't have time to think, ahhhhh ]
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Are you... comparing me to a lawnmower?
[ wait
what
SHE TAKES IT BACK
that was the worst thing to say, help ]
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[ That's the only noise he can make initially, because what the hell is going on here, help ]
[ okay jaune you got this ]
You-- [swallows] --you're a much more... well-oiled machine, than... hahahaha!
[ ??????????????????? ]
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WHAT THE HELL
IS HAPPENING
You know what. She's putting a stop to this. She'll save you, most wonderful and attractive partner-slash-probable boyfriend. ]
Jaune. Would you like to come in?
[ ... ]
To my room?
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I'm sorry about the lawnmower thing.
[ HE SHOULD HAVE JUST SAID SHE'S BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT HE MEANT ]
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Odd. She hadn't thought she would be nervous. She probably should have prepared for that. ]
Well, here it is! My... room.
[ He's been here before. Obviously.
Pyrrha turns her expression toward him. There's no reason she can't share this with him, the way her eagerness mixes with ignorance to leave her wanting, but uncertain how to proceed. She doesn't want to disappoint him. ]
Can you remind me of the, um - terms of our agreement?
[ if he could actually take charge now, that would be great ]
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With a smile and all his muddy mess, Jaune takes a few slow steps towards the bed, leading Pyrrha along while their hands are linked. Halfway through he stops, only to pace themselves, as he turns to look at her. ]
I think it was something like...
[ Now it's his turn to graze his lips against hers! As he does so, he guides her hand and presses it against his exposed chest. She can probably feel something loud there, despite the calm front. ]
--this?
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These little moments, leading up to something bigger -- she knows she ought to savour each and every one, but part of her wants so desperately to set patience aside and drown herself in him. ]
You're right. That was it.
[ Her hand remains on his chest as she initiates another kiss, heartfelt and open, a tentative gauge of how much he will allow. With her lips fitted against his, her tongue begs entrance.
Her other hand is fumbling with his belt.
Poorly. ]
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