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Oh yes, of the two of them the boil did indeed have the better leash on his self control. Junko seemed perhaps the stronger of the two, but appearances were deceiving. It hadn't taken Seiji long to learn to that simple things, the brush of his fingers, were enough to have the ghoul asking for more. He very kindly made no comment on the matter though, baring that it really didn't matter whom was more in control at the moment. She wanted to continue their quiet afternoon of sweet bonding, so that was what they would do. At least for now.

"Of course you didn't," he answered lazily. Fully aware that she had indeed looked through his album even before she sort of spilled the beans. "Not usually," he admitted after a moment, adding another ring of pink dots to her back bear the curve of one pale shoulder. There were a couple of pictures in there of her sleeping, but those had been from restless nights where she'd looked exceptionally lovely even in sleep. He didn't make a habit of it though. In fact, he was have less and less sleepless nights as of late, least when the ghoul was curled into bed with him. On those few occasions where she bunked with Hadiyya he didn't bother laying down, but so long as Junko was beside him he found himself able to drift off easily and actually manage to stay asleep for hours on end.

It very well could have been helped along by any strenuous activities shared between the two prior to bed.

He chuckled as she shivered beneath the cool tip of the brush. "It does, doesn't it? Probably worst for you then it was for me." He very kindly did not take advantage of that fact, but rather smirked when she asked him what he was painting on her. "That's not how the game is played, J." Another of ring of pink dots was added to her back, then another. "You have to guess."

Glowing, scarlet eyes twitched off to the side as she made mention of all the candid shots of her in his photo album, shoulders rolling back as he sat up a little straighter. He knew she'd looked through it, but apparently she'd also been paying attention to what she was looking at, and really, why wouldn't she? It had been hopefully thinking on the ghosts behalf to believe she'd merely scan through them without really looking at any of them too carefully. "I know you would," he answered immediately to her question, clawed fingers raising to scratch carefully at the back of his neck. "I don't know, I like the look of the candid shots. Whatever you're feeling is real in that moment and not just a smile because someone's aiming a camera at you." Did that even make sense? it did in his mind.

He was happy for the distraction away from that particular conversation, temporary though he knew it would be, and grinned down at her as she did her best not to twitch and squirm under the stroke of the brush. Far too satisfied with the effect those soft little touches was having on her. The grin faded though as she made a guess at what he was painting, and he blinked down at her before shaking his head, a slow, disbelieving smile gliding over his lips. "That was a lucky guess." A.K.A. she nailed it in one. Now he had to think up a suitable reward. He had plenty ideas, but few that fell under the realm of sweet and romantic.

Hey, she was laying in his bed practically naked. As a boil he couldn't be held responsible if his mind wandered into delightfully wicked possibilities.

He refocused down on her as she purred his name, head tilting curiously before an amused grin showed the points of sharp teeth. "Is that so?" It was made all the better when she corrected herself, making it obvious she hadn't meant to say it at all. A declaration of love was nice as well, and he paused in his painting so he could lean over her, cool lips brushing soft along her shoulder. A trail of feather light kisses on his way to the back of her neck.

Well of course she could come up with a reason to smile, but that wasn't really the point. He didn't say that though, and instead merely nodded to her offer, smiling softly. "I know." There were plenty of pictures of one of both of them smiling for the camera, but he liked his candid pictures. Odd, but true.

He gave a soft snort at her self titled awesomeness, lips cool against the back of her neck. "Yes it is." She was lucky, because there were plenty of intense, teasing sorts of things he'd wanted to do, but for the sake of finishing the painting on her back he was resisting, mostly. He did know how much the simple brush of his lips along her skin effected her. The shudder was expected, and he grinned with his mouth still resting against the softness of sweet skin. A deep chuckle rolling up from his chest. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about you know," he added after a moment, head turning to so he could lay his cheek against her shoulder, face buried within the hair behind the delicate shell of her ear. It was obvious when he drew in a deep breath, breath cool and tickling when he released it. "You smell like jasmine and cherry blossoms."

He left a last kiss on her throat before sitting up again, reaching over to rinse the brush before dipping it in the black paint. "You've always smelled like that," he said after a moment, conversationally. Long, deliberate strokes gliding along the pale canvas of her back. "Guess what my favorite scent is." As if at this point it wasn't obvious.

For once he wasn't even trying to tease her, though he couldn't deny all the shivers and gentle squirming from the brush of his lips or the caress of his cheek along her skin didn't please him. The goosebumps as well, and before they'd had a chance to fade he'd trail the dark tips of pointed claws over her arm to feel the tiny points of sensitive skin. If she was obsessed with him, then the same could be said for his feelings towards her. He might not have fallen easily into love, but now that he was there he wasn't going to be letting her go. Words like possessive came to mind, and Seiji couldn't argue the label fit him.

Dark brows rose as she turned enough to peer up at him, and he waited quietly for her to answer his question. Glowing eyes flicking between that pretty face and the path of his brush as he lay thick, dark lines between the scattering of the cherry blossoms on her back. It was a tree with gnarled, twisting branches that stretched along buttermilk pale skin. When she finally made her guess he smiled, a soft up turn of lips, and dipped his head in a small nod. "Mmhmm." It was cute how embarrassed she'd been over something so honestly normal. "It's not weird," he added after a second, adding the last of the small, connecting lines of the branches. "Why wouldn't you come to love the scent of a person you care so much about?" The corner of his mouth twitched, that soft smile tugging up into a gentle smirk. "There, it's not as complex as what you painted, but for someone with sub par skills in painting it's not bad." A last little touch of cool bristles marked his signature, just as she'd done.

He grabbed the phone from off the table again and held it up to aim at her back. Snapping a picture or two before offering it down to her. "What do you think?"

"Mmhmm, sure am. I thought they were fitting." Specially considering their conversation mere moments ago. Image he'd painted was the twist of flowered branches raising from the side of her lower back and trailing upward to grace along one shoulder, boughs and blossoms covering a good portion of her exposed back. "You like it?" It wasn't amazing, but considering his lack of artistic skill it wasn't bad. Sumi-e paints were surprisingly easy to work with, just not very forgiving. Even the simplest brush strokes looked deliberate and pretty.

His hands free again, he was happy to trail the backs of gray fingers lightly along her side, lingering in the warmth and softness. "I'm glad you like it, and of course you can." Even if she hadn't asked, he'd have sent them anyways. Figuring she'd want copies as well.

He didn't realize she was flipping through his pictures again until she asked about an earing, and curious he glanced over her shoulder to see which picture she was looking at. It was Jove and himself, the both of them grinning at the camera, and there was indeed a glimmer of silver on the pup's ear. "Yep, I took him to get it pierced over the summer." That had been an interesting trip, but it had ended alright, and that's what mattered.

"Er." The picture changed, and the boil made a rather lame attempted to get the phone from her before she had a chance to look at it, but his hand fell uselessly to rest on a clean part of her back when it became apparent she'd already seen. "It's a pretty picture, ok?" Did he sound a little defensive? Yep. It was a shot of the both of them look rather half lidded and languid.

Thankfully she didn't seem to care too terribly much, and after a moment of looking at it she turned his phone off and set it back on the table, patting the bed beside her. "I am here, silly." No more then a foot from where she was patting, but he did pull his leg back from where it had been resting over her, Crawling those last few inches to sit where she'd indicating. She turned, and it was obvious she didn't want to ruin the picture on her back, so with a soft grin he curled fingers around her arm, tugging her up and towards him. "How about you come here?" Gently he pulled her until she was perching on his lap, cradled within between folded legs.