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I Dream of Detectives

[Yosuke would be lying if he said he didn't have plenty of dirty dreams in his time. He also wouldn't be so quick to talk about his dirty dreams, but that's besides the point. Still, he's never had one before that's made him unable to sleep for the rest of the night, and yet that's exactly where he stands. It's more like he had a nightmare as he tries to struggle his way through school the next day. Thankfully, him acting like a zombie through the school day isn't all that uncommon - what's uncommon is that he can't even sleep through the boring lectures of the day.]

[He just can't get it out of his head]

[That stupid dream]

[With her of all people!]

[And the more he tries to fight it, the more his dream runs through his head. The seductive words, the girl squirming in his lap, looking up at him with those half lidded eyes. How very soft her body was against his, the way she unbuttoned that jacket so teasingly...]

[Then like all the times before, as he remembers the part where clothes hit the floor, he feels like slamming his head against the desk]

[Why, of all people, was Naoto in his dreams?! Dammit, it's just not right! And the entire day, he can't wrap his head around it, much less look any of his friends in the eye. So of course, it's just his luck when Yu wants today to be a journey into the TV world.]

[And of course it's just his luck when, with the team breakdown, he ends up with Naoto. Which means spending the entire time going through Magatsu Inaba trying not to focus on her in the slightest - slightly difficult when your lives depend on each other. And naturally, when you're trying NOT to stare at someone's ass and chest is when you can't stop. By the time they find a room that's relatively safe, he's just trying to find somewhere that isn't her to look]

[TOTALLY NOT AWKWARD AT ALL]

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[She appreciates the sentiment but she always feels a little awkward when people think they're indebted to her like that. She shrugs her non-aching shoulder.] If you'd like but it isn't really necessary.

[Sometimes Yosuke was more of a enigma than even their fearless leader. Naoto thought she had pinned his personality down pretty well. Because that's how everything had to be in her head. Categories and filing and knowing how someone will react to what. That's a skill that's useful as a detective but not very functional outside of it. Something Naoto learned when stuff like this happened. People couldn't be fit into categories like that. There were always sides of them that were unexpected.

So when Yosuke said something like that, she wasn't entirely sure what to do with the new information.]

[He can't help but laugh a bit - most of their other teammates would have jumped at the offer to have Yosuke in their debt. Then again, Naoto's always been different from everyone else. It's not a bad thing]

Well I know you won't make me treat you to steak or anything, but still. Why don't we grab some Aiya later? My treat.

[And don't think he didn't see you shrug only the one shoulder, young lady. His guilt wells up again, but it's quickly replaced by a feeling of stupidity as he suddenly remembers something]

Oh hey, that's right! I've got some ointment on me! Why not take it for your shoulder, squirt?

[She has no idea why he'd be laughing at that and shoots him a curious look. But she doesn't pursue it and instead nods.] Very well.

[He seemed to be set on the idea and it wasn't like she had a real reason to refuse his offer. Plus she didn't really have the energy to argue the point.

Annnd... there we go. Back to the usual Yosuke she has come to expect. It's always somehow both a relief and an annoyance when he acts the way she actually expects him to. She shoots him a flat look.] Don't call me that.

[It's rude. But she accepts the offer for some relief to her ache, holding out her hand for it expectantly.]

[A flat look? He was secretly hoping for a fluster. After all, even he can't help but admit that she's pretty damn cute when she loses her cool and lets her emotions show, and now that the idea is in his head he won't rest until she does just that]

[... of course she was doing much more than that in his dream, but he tries to shove it from his mind again]

[He pulls the ointment from his pocket, bowing low as he holds it out towards her]

Yes, of course! Forgive me, I did not mean to insult The Great and Powerful Naoto, lord of all detectives!

[He's gonna have to try harder than that if he wants to make her blush. ... Okay, well. That wasn't true. She was terribly easy to fluster given how shy she actually was. And Yosuke if nothing else had a talent for pressing people's buttons.

She rolls her eyes at his theatrics and takes the medicine.] Don't be ridiculous. [You're so weird, Yosuke.

Also his dirty dreams might be coming true albeit unintentionally. Naoto, having been the last one to join the group, often has the fallacy of underestimating what a pervert Yosuke can sometimes be. Perhaps because she spends most of her time around Yu and Kanji who tend to be better at masking it. (Sort of.)

So she doesn't really think about it when she turns away, injured shoulder facing the wall, and unbuttons the top few buttons just enough to pull the fabric away to expose the smooth skin of her shoulder. She has to apply it to her skin directly for it work best, after all. By being turned away it does hide it a bit but it's still obvious what's going on here.]

[Mission failed, but all of a sudden it doesn't matter the second he realizes what's going on. It's almost kind of sad, really. A button or two and a hint of shoulder and his brain is going wild]

[Oh Yosuke, I need a little help reaching this spot... I hate to ask, but do you think you could assist me?]

[Then he'd take that ointment and start rubbing it in, then her shirt would slip a little more... she'd start leaning back getting into it, the shirt slips a little more, and then suddenly she'd let out a cute little moan...]

[He's so engrossed in his new fantasy that he doesn't even notice he's staring]

[Blatantly]

[Neither does she. At least at first as she focuses on rubbing the ointment over the ache. She hisses softly under her breath but the medicine does give quick relief. Which was good because she really needed that shoulder to keep firing off her gun with accuracy.

As it turns out Yosuke's mission hadn't failed, it was just delayed. When she looks up to see him staring weirdly at her she flusters immediately and hastily yanks her shirt back up.]

Wh-What are you staring at?

[Crap]

[His hands go up defensively and he tries to find something else to look at but he can't seem to find anything and panic is starting to set in. And with panic?]

[Terrible, terrible excuses]

No, no! I wasn't staring! I was, uh... looking out for more shadows! To make sure nothing jumped you- us! Jumped us!

[Well she'll just go ahead and file that under the Most Obvious Lie category...

She glares at him but her cheeks are obviously red so it might lose the threatening effect she intended.]

What? [What was he even saying? There were no shadows here? She glances around herself to make sure... nope. Why would he watch for them if this area was completely secured?

She looks back him. He really is acting strange...] Are you.... sure you're okay? [Why was he panicking... ~~good thing Naoto can't read minds~~]

Edited 2013-03-22 03:07 (UTC)

[It's totally not an obvious lie, shut up! And he's totally not panicking at all! He finds himself looking all around for an out, but there isn't one. No one else he can shift the attention to, nothing he can use as a distraction. All he has is the ability to bluff, and that went out the window when the buttons started coming undone]

I-I'm fine! Nothing to worry about, nothing at all!

We should, uh, you know...

[And yet he can't seem to think of anything else. He's backing himself into the metaphorical corner]

[She's calling your bluff! Well, at least internally. She looks pretty suspicious of him... then sighs and decides okay, fine. Whatever. There was no use pursuing the subject if he wasn't going to say anything. Which he clearly wasn't.

Figuring they should probably move on and that they had rested long enough, she moves to get back on her feet. Brace yourself, clichés are coming. Because as she moves to get back up she trips on her own jacket she had laid out to sit on.

So down she goes right onto to Yosuke who so kindly breaks her fall. She makes the most horrified little squeak as she lands on him.

She forgot to button her shirt back up too. Oops.]

[And just like that, his brain stops. Or at least, the logical part of his brain stops from a mixture of oof after being landed on and sdlaisje because of who landed on him and her state of... undress]

[Except it's not really undress, it's just a couple of buttons but she might as well be topless for how well his brain is functioning. He can feel his face burning, but his only real conscious thoughts are how light she is, how warm she is, and how soft her body feels against his]

[He's not sure how his arms ended up wrapped around her]

[He also can't seem to remember how to speak]

Naoto! I, uh...

[Wow, awkward. She isn't sure whether she's more embarrassed that she landed on him or that she even fell like that in the first place. She was never that clumsy!

Thankfully (maybe) for Yosuke she doesn't interpret his arms around her slender waist as anything more than his attempt to catch her. Or at least an attempt to keep her from falling on him completely.

She pushes herself up a little to stare down at him in shock. Her face is definitely about as red as his is if not a little worse. Once he lets go which she assumes he will shortly she will move.]

I-I'm so sorry!

[A tiny part of him can't help but think that if he'd known 'up close and personal' could be this easy, he would have hoped for girls to fall on him more often]

[The rest of his brain is relegated to chaos, a mixture of hormone fueled fantasies and awkward, awkward reality. He knows he should say something - hell, he needs to say anything! - but he can't seem to get the words out]

[Well, words he wants to get out, anyway, because before he knows it, what should be internal monologue becomes very external]

Dammit, this isn't fair! I can't get you out of my head all day, and now this?!

[Naoto hopes Yosuke wasn't expecting her to understand that comment. Why did he say that all of a sudden?] H-Huh?

[For some reason she finds herself blushing though she isn't sure if she's irritated or embarrassed. Perhaps a mixture of both. Needless to say she isn't moving until he explains himself.]

What are you talking about? [She was... in his head all day?]

[Understand him? Yosuke wasn't expecting to even shove his foot that deep into his mouth. Funny the way his life works ~~all the time~~ sometimes]

[And now he's in quite the predicament. He needs to find a way to say something and get himself out of this mess ~~like he really wants her to get off of him~~ and not get his ass kicked in the process. It's going to be tricky, but with some clever thinking, he can do it!]

I, uh... you... aww, dammit! Look, I've been out of it all day because I keep thinking of you!

[Clever thinking is not the order of the day]

[She stares down at him. Their position is still pretty awkward, her sitting on top of him and now leaning over him to stare at him. Her hands are planted on the ground on either side of him. ~~don't you mean he really wants her to get him off~~

After what feels like hours of staring she finally forces herself to speak.] You... were thinking about me? [What does that even mean? Why would that cause him to be so distracted?

....

She flusters suddenly. No, it couldn't be because of--] In what context? Wh-Why would you even be...

[OH COME ON, NOW SHE'S LEANING OVER HIM?! The potentially greatest moment of his life, where he's straddled by a hot woman who's all over him and pinning him to the ground, and it's with Naoto?! And this is apparently what he's wanted all along?! Dammit, this is what he wants, isn't it?]

[Stupid subconscious...]

[He lets out a frustrated sigh as he knocks the back of his head against the ground in frustration. What's the point? He's already come this far and she's never going to look at him the same way again, so why not just go all out before he's brutally murdered?]

[Maybe if he's lucky, she'll think it's a joke]

[~~or start stripping~~]

Look, it's not like I wanted to have that dream! It just sort of happened, okay?! And now it's been stuck in my head all day long and every time I look at you I just see-

[He cuts himself off, because he doesn't need to get THAT graphic. He's pretty sure she gets the idea, and he'll be dead soon enough anyway]

[She's straddling him and she isn't even naked! Poor Brosuke, his life is hard. Or at least just plenty uncomfortable.

Now she just looks unamused, still blushing and absolutely getting the hint.]

A... dream. About me. [Her tone is so flat. She knows, Yosuke. She knows. Which begs the question how does she know Yosuke is often a victim of dreams like that. The answer, of course, is Teddie. Not that she couldn't deduce it herself given Yosuke being... Yosuke. But it just wasn't something she wanted to think about in general. .... And it's not like she was immune to those types of dreams herself. But that was besides the point.

Well, she hasn't murdered him yet so that's a step in the right direction. She is sort of glaring at him though. Like maybe she's considering it.]

That kind of a dream. About me? [She also sounds kind of... surprised?]

[Yes. Life is certainly hard. Absolutely. Without a doubt.]

[But he's not dead yet, so... progress? He can't be sure. Knowing Naoto, she's likely devising the perfect plan for his murder in her mind, and when he least expects it, that'll be that. So with that accepted as fact, he can focus on other things! Like the fact that she doesn't seem surprised about the fact that he has those kinds of dreams, which raises a lot of questions and implications he's not prepared to deal with. Does she think of him doing stuff like that?! Come on, it's Naoto. There's no way]

[... but then again, she also seems more surprised by the fact that she was the subject than upset. Or is it just his imagination?]

... yeah, that kind of dream. About you. And it was a really good dream.

[Yes Yosuke, because Naoto will feel better knowing how good she is at dream sex]

[And nothing else, right?

It definitely wasn't his imagination! Even as deadpanned as she said it she still sounded kinda of surprised. Almost tentatively curious too. Noting that her tone might be betraying her she quickly tries to sound more serious again. Though she flusters immediately when he speaks. Even worse than before. She sits back up quickly.]

I-I don't want to know. [Jeez, keep that ~~in your pants~~ to yourself, Yosuke. She huffs and averts her gaze.] W-Well, it was just a dream. Try not to dwell on it.

[Nothing at all.]

[Wait... she's flustering! Her voice is definitely higher pitched than normal, and even with a hat to hide under it's hard to do so when she's literally on top of him. He can see that blush, and dammit she really is unbearably cute when she loses her cool]

[... so a little more couldn't hurt, right? In for a penny...]

I've been trying not to dwell on it all day! And failing, miserably. I mean, the sounds dream-you were making...

[Okay just checking...

Apparently Yosuke really does want her to murder him. Her face gets much redder and she sputters a moment before abruptly clamping her hand over his mouth. Maybe her murder plan all along was to suffocate him.... or not since she doesn't plug his nose too or anything.

She's glaring but boy does she look embarrassed. And her voice is way more noticeably higher pitched as she stammers out,] I-I said I didn't want to know!

[Though if it's really getting in the way of his concentration like it is maybe she needed to try to reconcile his "dream" version of her with how she really was. Since there was no way his dream fantasy was even accurate. .... Wait. But she wasn't implying that they.... er. Argh, why did he even bring any of this up?!]

[This? This is working. He's getting a little caught up in how easy it is to make her fluster and how much fun it is - caught up enough to forget how many lines he's crossing. After all, it's just the two of them... it's not like anyone else will know, right?]

[But he's not expecting her to place a hand over his mouth and shut him up completely. It's cute in it's spontaneity and surprisingly bold in its action. She's very much become the aggressor and oh man it's giving him thoughts again. For a brief moment he simply stares up at her, blushing like crazy and doing his own wordless fluster]

[Then instinct kicks in. It's time to escape]

[And his preferred method?]

[His hands go to Naoto's sides, and thus begins the attempted relentless tickling of one Naoto Shirogane]

[Sometimes the best method to make Yosuke shut up is the boldest. Or at least she tells herself. She looks away, glaring in a random direction since she decides not to glare at him anymore. It's probably why she doesn't see his hands move until it's too late.

She's off him in flash.] Ah?! D-Don't!

[She's embarrassingly ticklish and she isn't sure if Youske actually knows that or it was just something he thought of. She supposes it doesn't matter now because now he definitely knows. She's quick to try and get away though unfortunately the wall is still behind her and her back runs up against it in her escape attempt. Even worse is how hard she's trying not to laugh.]

Edited 2013-03-31 05:16 (UTC)

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