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 Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 10:23 am
 Mimi Raimi, Stalker-in-Love"He will notice me...or I'll notice his eyes out of his pretty skull."As Mimi had noticed that the blast of energy that she let loose at the perverted boy was quickly evaded, she sneered as she was ready to let loose another. But before she could even finish the thought, she was bombarded by flashes of light by both the robotic girl and the pink haired girl. While the first lash of light did not do much to Mimi, it was the last nail in the coffin for her demon as it finally collapsed over, the energy it was storing up dissipated as it returned to mangetite. Before she could fully comprehend that her demon was defeated, the second blast of light waved over her, and then she could see her conscious leaving her. Seeing in the fading light her beloved, she extended out one hand to him, before she was fully taken, and then left to unconsciousness. "Honey..." Though it was a bit tough, the three of them finally defeated the girl, but at what cost could only be seen when the girl wakes up. And what of the boy the girl loved so?Quote: Mimi Raimi and her demon have been defeated!
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 7:34 pm
 Saiga Giriko
]color=royalblue]Saiga paused a bit as the demon was banished into the app, while the girl also succumbed to their combined might. For a few moments, Saiga stood there, before dispelling Pure Soul Dragon, and moving over to the girl. She looked her over for a few moments, making sure she was unconcious, before starting to lift her up, and glance at her phone.
"Someone should take this from her." she called lightly, looking to the boy that had been under her. She didn't know if he had passed out, or if he was just playing dead....But, they'd likely find out soon enough.
"Good job by the way, everyone." she called, congratulating the group on their victory ."You....Person I don't know...Think you could try to wake that guy, and make sure he's alright?"
She had a feeling that he might....not be too keen on being anywhere near the girl in her arms. Not that she could blame him.
Psycho b***h..
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Hopeful Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 11:36 pm
Yukiko Amagi, Heiress of the Amagi Inn The September wind felt cool against her face as they gained speed. She liked feeling the wind on her long hair; she liked feeling the breeze on her cheeks. She liked the humming of the bikes, and the blurred green landscape as they move. Mostly though, she liked seeing him from the corner of her eye; she liked the feeling of going to the beach with him. Just the two of them... spending some quiet time together; to talk about just everything, anything: she could tell him how she had been practicing her cooking, or how she went to the movies with Chie the other day...she could ask him about Nanako chan. They...could talk about more serious matters. Even if it hadn't been so long...(or maybe it had been) she had missed this.
She could smell the salty air before she saw the sea. So she took a deep breath, and exhaled loudly, a chuckle rumbling at the back of her throat. They were almost there! The ride had been nice as always...the scenery was nice, and the company was nicer. Finally they reached the boardwalk, and Yukiko slowed into a stop, taking off the red helmet. She shook her head to fix her hair a bit, before turning to look at the silverette beside her. She smiled at him shyly, before jumping off her scooter, brushing her skirt away from creases. "Sooooo... you mentioned dipping our feet in the water?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2016 6:51 pm
Soji Seta, Investigation Team Leader
"Show me a hero, and I will write you a tragedy"There was nothing like the feeling of riding the bike down the open road, looking occasionally into the lane beside you and seeing the smiling, free-riding face of a beautiful girl straddling her own bike. He could have sworn his lips curled into a smile and remained that way the entire ride out to the beach, or at least in his trademark warm smirk. And when the bikes pulled carefully into the lot on the boardwalk and they stepped away from their rides and out towards the gently crashing waters, the vast expanse of sand, he felt so much lighter than he had for longer than he could remember. Much of that had to do with his present company, the way that her smile warmed his heart...the way her gaze softened as she looked out at the view made him feel so privileged to be special to her. She wouldn't show this side of herself to anyone else. And he...well, there had only been one person in mind when he'd decided to come out here, himself. Things had changed so much over the last few months, since he had nearly died...since he had come back...many people had protected him and fought beside him and cared about him since then. Only one person since then had cared for him so deeply, so completely, made him feel more grateful that he was still alive just to be closer to her than...
"Doesn't look like there's anyone else here right now," the Senior observed as he looked down the length of the beach, turning back to his onyx-haired companion with a small smirk. His hand extended to hers playfully, his eyes twinkling as she reminded him about his suggestion that they dip their feet into the water. As if he might have forgotten. "Let's leave our shoes at the edge of the boardwalk and take a walk. ...You do like long walks on the beach, right?" He wasn't winking when he said it, but he might as well have been...there was such cheek in his tone as he mirthfully offered to take her on the most cliche of date events. But being a cliche line for social media pages didn't make walks on the beach any less pleasant or relaxing. And dipping their feet into the water and the sand as they walked together, talking in a peaceful moment they had been missing and deserved for so long sounded too good right now to pass on, regardless.
A cool breeze blew through her hair as he waited for her to take his hand, and he couldn't help but think how beautiful she looked in that moment...hair lifted by the wind and the afternoon sun framing her in a gentle glow. He could get used to spending more and more time like this.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 10:02 pm
Yukiko Amagi, Heiress of the Amagi Inn It was true. They were alone in the beach. Perhaps a bit strange, but Yukiko wasn't complaining. Fate was really on their side today, it would seem. Her dark eyes followed his down the length of the beach, before chuckling lightly to herself. She was feeling giddy, for some reason. A romantic walk on the beach...who would have thought it would feel this nice? At his comment, the onyx-haired girl only blushed, a shy smile on her lips. "Oh, it's every girls dream." she answered with a giggle as she removed her shoes, and taking them with one hand. With the other, she took his hand, accepting his invitation, squeezing it softly. She moved beside him, leaning her head lightly against his shoulder as they walked. Mm...this really felt nice. The breeze was cool, the music of the waves soothing...his hand warm and soft covering hers... the cool sand under her bare feet...
Yukiko took a deep breath, exhaling peacefully. "I can't remember the last time we did this...It's really nice, isn't it? Even if the beach isn't so far away...I don't come here that often. And...well...it's nicer when you have someone to share it with." the girl mused, turning her gaze to his. Her stomach did a flip, and the girl turned her gaze towards the ocean, distracting herself with the little waves closing in. She stepped closer and let the water lap around her ankles. A squeak escaped her, surprised by the coolness of the water. "It's colder than I imagined. N-not unpleasant, though. Come! Join me, Soji."
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 3:17 pm
Soji Seta, Investigation Team Leader
"Show me a hero, and I will write you a tragedy"There was a reason that the beach was such a cliche go-to romantic location. From the moment that they had arrived the air felt a little bit warmer, the sky seemed a little bit clearer, the air seemed a little bit cleaner, and the company was a little more exclusive...a little sweeter. He walked hand-in-hand with Yukiko down the beach a little while and simply smiled calmly, listening to the onyx-haired girl talk about this and that. It really had been a while since they'd gotten any time to themselves...the time they spent in the Alice Cafe during the Festival the day before didn't count. That was...well, that was weird. But it was plenty of fun, too. Yukiko had gotten into her role as the Queen of Hearts so much that some of the people who had entered became rather intimidated by her. His role as the Cheshire Cat, as well, had been...not intimidating, but more unusual. He was sure there were a few of their schoolmates who might never look at them the same way again, but that was fine. Just so long as Yukiko would continue to look at him the way that she was now, making him feel the way that she did, he would be just fine with that. And with her head resting gently against his shoulder, the sand squishing coolly between his toes, there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be.
"I haven't been back here since the last time we all drove out here," Soji recalled casually, enjoying the feeling of the salty air upon his skin as they moved. His eyes caught the lapping of waves creeping up around their feet and when she drew herself closer to them to feel the cold water wash over her...heard the little noise she made that brought a huge smirk to his lips...well, mischief began to brew behind his affection-filled eyes. "Really? That expression makes me think 'Unpleasant!'..." he quipped playfully, though he followed her into the water all the same, noting at once that the water was pretty cool, but it wasn't too bad. He certainly wasn't going to be running for his towel any time soon. Besides, there was that mischief to tend to. He took released her hand for just a moment as his eyes suddenly seemed taken by something, drawn to something just beneath the waves.
"What is that...is it a seashell?" He knelt down a little closer to the water and lowered his hand into the water...searching, digging...and then...
*SPLASH*
Having lured her eyes just a little bit closer, he suddenly surprised her with just a small splash of the sea water over her face. A small tease...a playful moment of mischief. The only question was...would she retaliate, or...surprise him?
"Found it."
...So cheeky.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 1:56 pm
Yukiko Amagi, Heiress of the Amagi Inn "What? No! I promise it isn't so bad. It is actually kind of nice once your feet get used to the cool water." She onyx-haired girl giggled all the time, letting the waves wash over her ankles. The silverette followed, and Yukiko smiled brightly. It felt so nice, just being this carefree, if only for a moment. Just an afternoon to spend with the person she cared about. They deserved it, right? After all they had gone through, yeah, they deserved a breather. Even if things had been kind of quiet lately, more so with the festival the day before... she couldn't say she had had much of a day to herself. The festival had been fun, she had to admit; being a queen had been plenty entertaining...now that she thought about it...m-maybe it had been too entertaining. Perhaps she had scared a few underclassmen. And some classmates too.
... Oh well.
The girl moved her feet lightly, her gaze on the way the sand moved beneath her feet, on the crystalline water swooshing lazily. She looked up when Soji mentioned something about a seashell or something in the sand, the girl tilting her head lightly. "Hm? Where?" She leaned closer, squinting her eyes to try and see better where his hand was digging for whatever thing he had found. "I don't see any-Eeek!"
Water splashed on her face, and a gasp escaped her at the surprise and coolness of the water. As a reflex, her hand moved to her face to brush away the water...but they stay there, covering her eyes.
She could also play that game.
"Ow, ow. I think I got...something in my eye." she whimpered, peeking at him from between her fingers, a smirk growing on pink lips behind palms. She curled into herself, waiting for him to get closer, coming to check on her. And when he did...
Yukiko kicked at the water between them, making a big splash in retaliation. She laughed freely then, rubbing at her eye lightly, "Snrk! The look on your face! -giggle- That is what you get, Soji Seta!" Her tone was playful, all in good fun...and what happened after, well...she'd be ready this time!
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2016 3:16 pm
Soji Seta, Investigation Team Leader
"Show me a hero, and I will write you a tragedy"He couldn't help the small chuckle as she shrieked in response to getting splashed in the face, and the way that she covered her eyes a few moments too late for him to really believe that her subsequent ploy was anything more than just that...a ploy. But they were at the beach, and it was all in the name of fun, and there was always the minute possibility that she actually had gotten a grain of sand or some salt water in her eye...so yes, of course he let his concern get the better of him and he moved to her side, reaching out with a hand to settle comfortingly on her shoulder when...
*SPLASH*
...He heard the deep thunk of her foot smashing into the water before the wave of foamy white saltwater splashed up between them and soaked his face and silver-white bangs in a brilliant-yet-controlled splash. His vision blurred as water cascaded down his pale skin over ashen orbs, yet his lips curled into a strange mixture of a mischievous smile and a small pout of faux-betrayal as he stood before the onyx-haired beauty all wet like that. One hand raised itself slowly to his face and wiped away the water from his eyes, but he let the rest simply run coolly over his skin and trickle down the toned, scarred length of his chest almost as if tempting her to run her own fingers lightly over it. And between his other set of fingers, there was something small and white, hard and familiar. His eyes reflected perfectly in the following moment the mixture of mischief and faux-hurt from her faux-betrayal, almost enough to make her think for a half a second that he really was just a little bit sad about it. Almost. But not quite.
"...But there really was a seashell in the water, you know," the silverette held out the object between them so she could see, and true to his word there was a shell between those digits, small and white and beautiful, "Here, I want you to have it." One hand gently took hers and opened the fingers, setting the shell down carefully in her palm. It was a small gesture, warm and familiar. His 'betrayal' melted into a smile just then...a disarming, welcoming smile. "And all I want in return is..." the Senior chose his moment perfectly, waited for her to soften just a little...to drop her guard, and then, "How about a hug?"
He said it like a question but before she could think it over he had crossed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around the girl affectionately, gently...and in the process, all of the water that had soaked his skin and clothes were now beginning to get her wet as well!
The perfect crime...
"Oh? Am I getting you wet? I'm so sorry."
You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
...So damn cheeky.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 11:35 pm
Yukiko Amagi, Heiress of the Amagi Inn Yukiko laughed softly, a hand covering her lips to muffle the giggles, her mirthful eyes on the silverette. He smiled handsomely, but there was a fake reproach in his eyes, mixed in with a glint of mischief, and she couldn't help just staring. He really was handsome, even if his hair was plastered to his face, and his shirt was completely soaked...perhaps that made him look even...well...sexier? She blushed lightly, and resisted the urge to move her hands closer to him, her gaze shifting away from his soaked shirt - and toned chest beneath- and back to his ashen orbs when he spoke up. "Oh! Really? I thought you were just fooling around." She laughed sheepishly, her face turning even a darker tone of red. So...there really had been a seashell after all? And here she was throwing water at him.
There was something on his gaze though...despite the pout and look of faux-hurt, telling her that he was just as amused than her. They were having fun, right?
"Well, I am sorry then. For overreacting. And getting you all...wet." Still she apologized, her gaze then falling over the small shell. "It's so pretty," He took her hand and placed the object on her palm, and for a moment, the onyx haired girl was mesmerized. Her fingers brushed over the delicate treasure, before dark eyes turned back to ashen ones. He was smiling at her softly, warmly, and Yukiko couldn't do anything but feel bad for having drenched him the way that she had done.
His request took her off guard though, and her mind processed it just a moment too late, as he closed the distance between them and wrapping his arms around her. She was pressed against his strong...and wet...chest, and the girl tensed at the contact of the cold damptness, wriggling in place. "Soji, no! Stoooop!" Still, there was nothing harsh about her tone, laughter bubbling through the air lightly. She squeaked and wiggled against him, finally breaking free. The water that had drenched him had swept to her red sweater and the girl pouted, looking at the silverette with fake reproach.
"Why you..." she didn't even fake it this time as her hands lowered to the water again with the intention of splashing him. This was war!
And she wasn't taking any more chances. So instead of waiting for any retaliation on his part... she ran ahead, avoiding any water he might throw at her.
All the time, laughing softly.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 11:31 am
Soji Seta, Investigation Team Leader
"Show me a hero, and I will write you a tragedy"Even up to his ankles in the chilly tides and lightly soaked through with the cool mist of the water that Yukiko had splashed on him, holding her tight left him feeling warmer than ever...the gentle feeling filling him with a satisfaction that had been missing for a while now in basically...every moment of the past few weeks. Life had begun to feel like something of an unending cycle of battles and surprise attacks and challenges that left people hurt, crippled, traumatized, or worse...he had been attacked in his sleep by Fiends, called out by his nemesis from the Black Messengers and watched his friends cornered time and time again by the servants of his own shadow somewhere in the corridors of Babel. He had been forced to fight against enemies and friends for the Tournament that he couldn't quite unravel the mystery of, and he had begun to feel as though he were living every day in some kind of twisted war zone. Wherever he turned, some new thing trying to kill him appeared. Whomever he talked to, something new was trying to kill them as well. His determination to fight hadn't wavered, but the idea that his entire life would continue to be made up of these rare moments of peace between what seemed like an endless tide of horrors was beginning to leave him numb to the worst of it. But this made him feel something different; holding this girl close to him, playing in the white foam of the breaking waves and the waterlogged sand sinking between his toes, it made him feel young and hopeful and once again like the world was the place he wanted to protect again...not just a place that he had to protect.
And yet despite his lighthearted feelings and the fact that he was allowing himself to cut loose here and play, his well-honed instincts from all of his battles could sense instantly when the girl wiggled away from his grasp that she was going for another assault of the cold water against his person. This time, however, he smirked and moved to the side...she wouldn't manage to surprise him with the same sort of attack twice.
"What's the matter? I thought you wanted to get in the water," he teased as he chased her across the sands, quickly making up much of the distance between them as she fled...his more athletic style of fighting giving him a natural edge over someone whose primary form of training was a targeted, long-range barrage that didn't require the same physical stamina so much as a mental and magical endurance. She would still totally crush in a battle, of course, but this was anything but a life or death situation. And while she laughed and ran, he already knew how he was going to bring this particular chase to a conclusion. It was inevitable, really, and no sooner had he come within range than he took advantage of his element of surprise. One hand reached out and touched her right shoulder to steal her attention, circling the rest of his body around the other side to surprise her and scoop her up out of the water...one hand swooping her up from the backs of her knees and the other cradling her neck to ensure she didn't fall down hard into the surf below. But now he had her at his mercy, clutched gently and bridal style within his arms. He caught her onyx eyes with his own silver ones, and the mischief in them was unmasked this time. His lips curled into a smirk of playful menace. This time, there would be no escape...
"All right, I'm sorry. I'll just let you do-whoa...whoa!" suddenly, and rather exaggeratedly, the Senior began to lean backwards as though his foot had slipped on seaweed or perhaps given the pratfall nature of it...a banana peel...and without even a trace of an expression that said this wasn't intentional he pulled her tight against his chest and toppled himself over backwards, bringing them both crashing wholly into the cool waters of Shirichi Beach to be soaked entirely by the ebb and flow of the salty seawater, "Oops. I guess we'll have to call it a tie?" He couldn't help but chuckle already building at her sure-to-be-indignant expression at the wet and the cold, no more than he could avoid the occasional peek at the soaked-through fabric of her white shirt and the colors that lay beneath.
Cheek, thy name be Soji Seta.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 5:15 pm
Yukiko Amagi, Heiress of the Amagi Inn He teased, and Yukiko laughed, throwing him a look that was meant to be dangerous, but was just playful and mirthful. "Just the feet, Seta!" Still, the dark haired girl ran, graceful despite the unladylike sprint on the water. Every now and then, she'd turn to look at the silverette behind her, seeing him getting closer each second. He was faster than her, she knew. He was more agile, his longer and stronger legs letting him to shorten the space between them without a problem... and a part of her, just a tiny part of her, wanted him to catch her; for him to hold her, not to let go. The heiress still managed to give a bit of a fight before fingers tapped on her shoulder. Instinctively, eyes turned back, expecting to see silver eyes staring back, only to see the water behind her. A little squeak escaped her in surprise as she felt her feet being swept out of the ground, strong arms scooping her up.
"Alright! Alright! You win." Yukiko chuckled, her face flushed as the adrenaline and endorphins flowed through her veins, her heart pounding strong in her chest. Despite the precarious situation the heiress found herself in, she'd be lying if she were to say this wasn't nice. Being carried in this fashion, being this close to the person she cared so much about...laughing and having fun with him like this...it was all so very nice. She was smiling until he gave her that little mischievous smile of his, the glint in his eyes anything but trouble. "Wait. Soji. Don't- Don't you dare! Soooooji! Nooooooooo!"
Yukiko braced herself for the fall, her muscles tensing as the water engulfed them, a last shrill cry leaving the girl before the waves crashed over their heads. She scrambled to her feet, gasping as she resurfaced, mostly because of the crash of cold than anything else. Long curtains of onyx covered her face, long fingers parting them to let unamused eyes peek from behind. Without warning, she slapped at his arm, trying to maintain an 'angry' expression...but he was smiling, and he was always so charming and she couldn't help the 'snrk!' that escaped her then. "We are soaked! What do you suppose we do now, huh?" she lamented as she walked out of the water, her shirt plastered to her skin, and skirt to her legs. "My stockings are the only thing that aren't wet now...and that's because I took them off when we got here!" Her eyes wandered back to the silverette, finding him just as soaked, clothes clinging to him and letting her see the firm muscles beneath. She blushed faintly, turning her gaze away...a shiver taking over her just then. Maybe it was the cold...but maybe...maybe she was just a little nervous too.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 1:42 am
Soji Seta, Investigation Team Leader
"Show me a hero, and I will write you a tragedy"There were so many things to take in all at once as the two seniors tumbled into the surf, the silver-haired teen clutching the onyx-haired beauty within his arms until he was sure that they were safely (and completely) soaked through by the salty water of the sea. It might have been just a little mean to do it to her, he would readily admit, but who came to the beach to stay dry, anyway? And the sights, the senses...not even a court could convict him when they got a look at the way that her shirt clung, her stray strands of raven hair sticking to the beautiful, porcelain skin of her cheeks. That was saying nothing of the warmth of her body contrasting with the cool water, or the soft feeling of her pressed close as if to avoid the chill herself. Of course, those were just the things that really got his hormones working overtime, and being that he was still a teenager despite his maturity and the fact that he had quite a lot of responsibility on his plate already, one could hardly fault him for still remembering from time-to-time that such indulgences were...how did Teddie used to say it?...the 'essence of youth'. But even those were perhaps not quite as charming (and amusing) to him as the look of exasperation on her face, the way that she sprung to her feet and out of the water with a feline quickness that she had never shown in battle, even in the most life-or-death circumstances, or the mixture of anger and pure childish joy upon her face that resulted in an adorable, alluring, and decidedly not Yukiko expression that made him want to do it over and over again just to see if he could get her to make the same face twice.
And in spite of the cold, the whole thing made him feel even warmer. He remained sitting purposefully as she shivered, playfully laying back into the water and letting the pungent waves fill his nose with the sweet scents of the sea. Silver hair matted to the side of his head and his ashen eyes closed slowly, just for a moment, letting the sunlight beam down upon his face and all the world melt away except for the memory of the last few moments here with her. This was heaven...or something close to it, he was sure. If at the end of all this fighting, were he to be the only one to die and wake up in a place like this one...well...
"I guess we'll just have to take them off and let them dry out before we can leave," his lips answered her question without really using his brain, but instead this playful contentedness that permeated him filled the silence instead with an almost scandalous...and appealing response. His eyes opened again for a moment as he leaned up on one elbow, the water still ebbing and flowing all around him, and his lips curled into the most handsome smirk he could muster. She was going to kick him. And splash water in his face. And maybe kick him a few more times just for saying something like that to her. But maybe, just maybe. "There's a spot down the beach just a little ways that's pretty secluded, between the rocks. If you're worried about catching cold, you can go down there and wait it out...I mean, what would the others do without us if one of us were to get sick?" He was dead. He knew he was about to die. But right now, in this sense of all-pervading calm and warmth and lightness, he didn't really mind. Yukiko and himself, alone on the beach, tucked away in a cove of rocks as their clothes dried...if Yosuke ever found out, he'd die. Like, literally die. He really needed to chill out before he burst a blood vessel, come to think of it. Maybe if he survived this, he'd consider giving this idea to Yosuke for a date of his own one day.
He stored that thought away and slowly rose up out of the water, standing to his full height and then glancing down the beach towards the tiny cove beyond the normal 'public' area of the beach. There was no way she'd take the bait. None. 100% out of the question.
...He cast her a look that practically dripped of cheekiness and walked casually past her, shoulder brushing hers in a purposefully gentle manner, and made his way off towards that spot in the distance.
Nah, this would never work.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 8:51 pm
Yukiko Amagi, Heiress of the Amagi Inn He was enjoying this, she could see. The way he leaned back and enjoyed the water washing over him was, in a way, spirit rising. It wasn't common for the team to relax and enjoy a day in the beach. Especially Soji. He had so much in his plate...so much responsibility on his shoulders. They had talked about it before, but... he would do anything to protect them. Even if it ended up being too much for him. He sustained injury after injury...fought enemy after enemy -even if said enemy had nothing to do with him, like those demon things attacking him during his sleep- and she had used healing magic time and time again. She had dressed his wounds...taken care of him. Yukiko had always been there for him...or she tried to be. She only wanted the best for him, so seeing him here, smiling like this...It was nice. Very nice. She couldn't stay mad at him after that little prank. She could never. Even if she was soaking wet, shivering, and there was sand were sand should never reach.
She chuckled despite herself, though... His hair matted over his face...his content expression, how the sun lighted up his skin; it was definitely worth it.
Aaaaaand then, it was gone.
"... ... You are kidding right?" Did he actually say that? Take off their clothes and leave them to dry? Her eyebrows arched and her face was redder than her sweater at the proposition, nervous giggling escaping her despite herself. "You got to be kidding." His eyes weren't kidding. His smirk wasn't kidding. That smirk that made her knees weak and her will to waver. He...kind of had a point. Wet clothes would result in a cold. And... No, no. She couldn't be actually considering this! ...Right?
She wasn't killing him yet, though. He rose from the water, and her eyes wandered, following the droplets and rivulets of salt water rolling down his arms and to his fingertips...down his chest...his legs...dripping from silver strands. For a moment...she didn't feel cold anymore. Actually, was it getting warmer? The heiress cleared her throat and turned her eyes bashfully, taking a strand of hair and twirling it between her fingers in nervousness and in thought. She turned back to look at him, and his eyes locked with hers. No words were said...but this gaze was enough. His shoulder brushed hers as he walked past, and her gaze fell on his back, and the muscles accentuated by the plastered shirt. It took all her will power not to bite her lip right there.
Instead, she unbuttoned her red sweater and threw the soaked piece of clothing at the back of his head with a loud -splat!-. Then, she wrung the excess water from her hair and skirt...and followed.
"Fine. I'll get the towel. But you can't look."
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