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Ah ha, there was the jerk away, but she didn't go to far. In fact their noses were still touching, and a hard thought could have easily closed that distance again. Of course those fingers now covering her lips made it a little more challenging. She giggled, hand dropping, and pressed her lips together, and he in turn couldn't help but grin. Was she recalling the feel of cool lips against her own? He hoped so. The memory of heat against his mouth was a fond one, and he even moved forward an inch to remind himself of the feel, but Hikari's whine made them both look down.

His reaction was far less animated then her's. For his part the jikininki sat back within the chair, one hand cupping the side of his jaw to hold his head up as he watched her struggling to get her hair under control. "I can imagine that can get pretty frustrating at times." It was more an idle statement then a question, and his tone was amused.

As she apologized again he slide his clawed hand from beneath her knees so he could pluck up the tails of the ribbon in her hair, letting it slip over his black fingers. "You don't have to apologize, it's not a big deal." At it wasn't. She didn't control her hair. It reminded him of a misbehaving pet, an untrainable one.

Dark brows roamed upward at her question, and he smiled again, removing his chin from his hand to hold it out to her, beckoning her close. The tips of cool fingers brushing her cheek. "Do you mean cuddling, or..?" He let his voice trail out as he sat forward, red eyes watching her face as he touched his forehead to her's, grinning in a wholey self satisfied way before stealing another kiss. Assuming that was her meaning, though even if it wasn't, he'd wanted the touch of those warm lips against his mouth again.

To be fair, Seiji had no idea She would like nothing more then to strangle him. Sure those tendrils of coil hair at been inching closer, but for all he knew they'd just make themselves a bother and be done with it. Boy, would he have been wrong. Of course, would it really have mattered to him had he known the ghoul's hair had murderous intentions towards him? Not bloody likely with her so very warm in his lap.

Gray fingers slid back along the edge of her jaw until the tips sank within the warm silk of her hair, cradling the back of her neck as he marveled at addictive qualities of red lips against his own. Oh that delicious warmth certainly held hi fancy, but beyond that there was the aroma of cherry blossoms clinging to soft skin, and every shallow breath brought that wonderful scent back to him. She was warm, soft, and so very naive. A quality he found absolutely frustrating in some, but in her it was.. oddly appealing. He found the prospect of introducing her to this new world of romance(for lack of a better, less raunchy word) to be exciting.

When she broke the kiss he was half tempted to simply pull her back again, not entirely ready to lose that tingling heat against his lips. In fact fingertips tensed at the nape of her neck to do just that, but her nervous question stopped him, made him blink at her a little unfocused. Was she what? It took a moment, but that blush along with her actual words finally sunk in. "Dating?" He mused, grinning somewhat stupidly and kissing her nose. "Do you want to be?" Considering he'd be her first boilfriend, he figured he'd let her decide if that was what she wanted.

As he waited for her answer he shifted again. Releasing her neck so he could curl his arms around her, lifting again so he could make them a little more comfortable. They ended up with him reclined sideways within the chair, his head resting against one arm and his legs draped over the other. Junko ended up perched on top of him, a leg on either side of his waist.

Hikari jumped down when all the shifting about started. Curling up beside the chair with a quiet little yawn.

He grinned up at her with those pointy teeth of his as she settled on his lap, clearly pleased by her response. He knew what she'd say, of course, but it was still nice to hear. Baring that in mind, he wasn't at all surprised when she asked the same of him in return. Pale fingertips combing back through dark fluff and drawing a content little grunt from the boil below her. Though voluminous, the ghost's hair was still quite soft to the touch. Something to do with his ability to meld and morph his own appearance. Ghost physics, very complicated.

A twitch of his fingers, both normal and clawed proceeded the softest of touches to either pale thigh before palms settled on her legs just above the knees. "Yes," was his short retort, and he turned his head to better meet those wonderful hands smoothing through his hair. Red eyes retreating behind gray lids. Oh that was just delightful.

It occurred to him then that she'd been attempting to kiss him when he picked her up to rearrange them, and black brows arched as he opened his eyes to look up at her, lazy, all too pleased grin returning to his lips. "Come here." If she had wanted a kiss, he was certainly not going to deny her. And hell, they'd gone ahead and invoked the titles of boil and ghoulfriend, so he was within his right to claim kisses whenever he damn well felt like it.

Aw Jack, he was thoroughly enjoying the fingers running through his hair. It sent a tingle along the skin of his scalp, goose bumps raising up along the lengths of his arms. Fingers, black and gray, flexing against her legs to trail tips down along the sides of her knees. Those dark eyes drifted closed again, and the first touch of warmth against his mouth, though expected, still startled him, and he blinked up at her before tilting his head up.

"Well, all things considered, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." He couldn't help but chuckle as she spoke, and the tail end of the laughter bubbled against her lips as he reclaimed them. Teeth grazing ever so softly against the lower bud. If the ghosted brush of a tongue made her blush crimson, what would teeth do?

Frankly it was her own damn fault he kept trying to push the kisses further. What with the hair petting and nibbling of her lower lip. Soft fingers gliding along his cheeks sent another shiver along his upper body, and he turned to to rub against those small hands. His own fingers now tracing idle patterns against the outer sides of her lower thighs. Appreciating something so terribly insignificant as the feel of her stockings under his hands.

In that moment where she drew back, sucking her lower lip in between her teeth, it was a damn good thing he wasn't privy to her thoughts. If she thought these tiny little tests were unexpected then she was in for a world of interesting surprises. Surprise that were so very tempting to try, though it would probably not be a good idea to freak out his ghoulfriend not even ten minutes after having gotten her. He resisted temptation, for now, and poked the tip of his tongue out at her when she drew away to speak. "At what?" He mused, stretching his fingers so he could smooth his palms along her legs.

She shivered under his touch, those small, insignificant little etchings along the stockinged lengths of her legs, and it drew all air from the ghost in a long, controlled breath. Lungs stilling under the brush of lips along his cheek and the spreading heat that seeped from every small touch of her skin to tingle across his own.

Music was still easing in lazy notes from the speakers beside them, but it had been long since forgotten. Least til resounding notes trickled to a stop, bathing them in silence for a moment before another stepped up in line and began to play. It was enough to remind him to breath, and that he'd forgotten to for a handful of seconds was somewhat alarming. Not that he needed to breath, it was done out of habit, not necessity, but that she could effect him that strongly, that was alarming.

They'd just met, and already there were sparks sizzling between them. Sparks that the Jikininki wasn't used to feeling. He'd had ghouls in the past, but none that made his skin tingle. It was a rush, one that was both exciting and worrying.

He blinked up at her, realizing she'd answered him a moment before but not recalling what exactly she'd said. he had to think about it, and that too stretched out the silence between them until awkwardly. At least until he finally remembered her words, and a sly little smile tugged at gray lips. Good at surprising her, hmm? Well she hadn't seen nothing yet.

"I'm fine," he assured her, removing his hands from her legs so he could brush thumbs over her shoulders and down the length's of silk covered arms until his fingers came to rest in loose circles around her wrists. Holding gently as she braced herself against his chest. "Just thinking too hard." He got the impression that he probably should mention what exactly had been on his mind, being that this was her first relationship, and she'd gotten worried over him just being quiet for too long. Instead, he took the question before last and redirected their conversation that way.

It was his baggage, not her's and she shouldn't have to worry about it.

"I don't?" He rolled his eyes back towards the speakers, but couldn't quite see them. "I like a lot of types of music." He paused to he could hear what part of the song it was, and was pleased to hear the second verse about to start. It was a female vocalist, but she had such a powerful voice, and Seiji knew the lyrics. "There's a fire starting in my heart, Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark~" His own voice was much deeper, but he didn't sound half bad.

Score. Distraction accomplished.

It wasn't as thought the ghost wanted to keep things from his new ghoulfriend, that seemed incredibly shady and bothersome, but this particular truth would send her own brain into over drive and he really didn't want her feeling shaky about things when there really wasn't any need to be. The worry he was feeling was his own personal issue with just how quickly, and how very much he seemed to like her. It was odd, but he didn't want to poke at it.

He grinned at her reaction, turning his hands so her palms lay flat against his own. Rotating until their fingers lined up between them. The shiver wasn't lost on him, but considering how she was sitting on his lap he was trying not to focus on it to seriously. Wouldn't that be an awkward situation for the poor ghoul?

As the verse ended the ghost cleared his throat, shifting in the seat so he was sitting a little more upright, but Junko wasn't disturbed. When the chorus began, so to did he, baritone voice sounding a nice accompaniment to actual vocalist. "The scars of your love remind me of us, They keep me thinking that we almost had it all~" No, the lyrics were no longer so very fitting, but the song was still smooth and appealing. "The scars of your love, they leave me breathless, I can't help feeling,~"

He took a breath before raising his voice to match the music on his stereo. Not overpowering it, but load enough that he was heard, and his tone aligned with singers. "We could have had it all, rolling in the deep, you had my heart inside of your hands, and you played it to the beat.~" The song went on, even raising in tempo and energy, but the jikininki allowed his own voice to fade as he leaned forward, resting his cooler brow against her's as the last note faded from his lips and he closed those last few inches to catch her mouth in a kiss.

Now that was fairly interesting reaction, and to something so minor as slightly half assed singing. If he would have known.. Hell if he could have guessed that a little singing would rev her engine like that he likely would have been first in line for scareoke at the dance.

The warm weight of her body snuggled so very close to his, that hand in his hair. Oh this was just lovely.

And then she purred against his mouth, leaning forward and giggling, and it brought a hungry little grunt from the ghost as he curled his free arm around her back, holding her close even as she started to giggle. Cool fingers sliding over her back along the line of her obi before disappearing beneath it. And then she was pulling away, drawing a disappointed huff from the boil that was quickly replaced by an answering chuckle that faded when she caught his mouth in another quick kiss.

"I dare say your opinion my be biased, but thank you." If she kept purring and shivering on him he was not going to be to blame when that slowly weakening self control cracked. A boil could only take so much, and whether aware of it or not, Junko was hot. In fact, he wondered if perhaps he liked her so much because she was so adorably naive and, for lack of a better word, shiny. Untouched.