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A frown crossed his face as she beat him to collecting the dishes, and dark eyes narrowed after her before features smoothed. She set the dishes in the sink, turning back to him and he held his hands up to her as she came to sit his lap. Cool lips lay a kiss on her cheek, then her jaw, then her neck as he listened, then he simply wrapped his arms around her, holding tight.

He'd do the dishes later.

"I think I house would be best. We could stay here, at least at first, save up." It wasn't that small, but it was not really designed for two adults, and it would grow tiresome if they stayed there too long.

Houses were expensive though.

With a hum he rested his chin on her shoulder. "I brought the sumi paints, like you wanted."

With a chuckle he'd nudge her up onto her feet again so he could stand, then gave a soft push at the small of her back in the direction of her bedroom. Seiji followed a moment later with a small glass of water, but he had to pause beside the couch to dig the little box of paints from inside.

Both of these were offered out to the ghoul as he neared her. "Here you are, my dear."

An amused little smirk was directed down at the ghoul. Junko wasn't often commanding, or demanding, and when she managed it always made the jikininki smile. Probably not the response she was going for, but she was just so cute. "Yes ma'am."

The shirt came up over his head, and he fell back on the bed--arms folded behind his head, legs still dangling off the side.

He grunted at the tap, but moved obligingly, toeing his shoes off as he did so. The effort made worth it as Junko moved to sit across his thighs. Smiling, he lay hands on her thighs, smoothing over the silk.

The paint, when it touched his chest, was only a few degrees colder than his skin. It felt good, almost tickling, as she made careful strokes over his chest. "What are you painting on me, gorgeous?" He doubted she'd just tell him, but it never hurt to ask. He was patient, so he didn't mind waiting until she was finished.

"Paint away, pretty lady." She could sit there and doodle designs on his chest as long as she wanted. Th ghoul was warm, and the tickle of the brush was soothing. Dark eyes fell closed, as she set into what felt like detail work, and he hummed softly, under his breath, until she spoke again.

"We'll have to get another set of paints, those won't last forever." He seemed open to the idea, and why not? There was nothing but fond memories attached to the first time they'd done this, and Seiji had gotten a really meaningful tattoo out of the experience. It was quiet, and relaxing, and very intimate.

One eye opened at the mention of his ghoulfriend possibly getting inked, and he couldn't help the skeptical laugh that followed. "Don't joke. I'll paint something so significant you'll have to."

It was a little surprising when she didn't asking him to sing, but this was alright. The humming was nice, a lovely melody woven between them as she worked on her painting. Thumbs slid along the tops of her thighs, a soft, gentle motion that was all about comfort. Even as he shifted, sliding hands beneath the rob to lay palms against the warmth of her skin.

"Are you sure?" He was teasing, though the idea of a permanent little thing decorating that pale skin was an appealing one. Not that he'd push, of course. If she wanted to leave all the ink jobs to him, that was fine. He'd wear the designs happily.

Which reminded him.

"I learned a new trick." He grinned, eyes still closed.

"Maybe a temporary tattoo," he suggested, not entirely serious, the tip of one finger drawing a small heart against her thigh. "On your hip." It'd be cute, he could visualize it, but she was gorgeous regardless.

He grinned at her question. "Yes, new trick." He'd been working with the dark spread of rot that ran along his arm, trying to gain better control, and actually managing it. He took his hand from her thigh, holding it up so she could see it easily. "Now watch."

At first it was just the slow creep down his wrist, fingers extending into their usual claws, but they didn't stay long. Retracting, the blackness started to climb back up his arm, but instead of the normal, shapeless darkness it usually took, it spread in designs. Swirls and curves cut through the darkness, showing the grey of his skin beneath it. It climbed all the way up his shoulder, and even curled along his collar bone.

He chuckled as his meaning sank in and pale cheeks flushed. "That depends on what it signifies." The tattoo on his back was only there because that was where the image was painted. He didn't go around showing it off, it wasn't for them. It was for him, and, now, for her.

"It's neat, isn't it?" He grinned, proud of himself, drawing that dark rot away from his arm completely and onto his chest, matching the start of what she'd painted. "Everywhere that I've tried, which is mostly arms and chest. I imagine I could do it all over though. I managed to do the claw thing on my right hand, which is handy."