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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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[This is it, then. The real point of no return. He can feel her tremble against him slightly, but she still hasn't moved or tried to protest]

[This is it]

[If he goes through with it, things will never bet the same between them, for better or worse. Everything up until this moment they'd be able to laugh off. Awkwardly sure, but things would return to normal eventually. Is he really prepared to throw that to the wind for an uncertain future? Is this really for the best?]

[Doubts swirl through his mind, but as he pulls back slightly, one last look at her is enough to erase them. Come what may...]

[Caution gets thrown to the wind, and before he knows it his lips are pressed against hers. It's not the wildest of kisses (because even in this state he's got enough common sense to realize he shouldn't try to just shove his tongue into her mouth), but there's plenty of heat behind it that Yosuke would be surprised he's capable of if he could think of anything other than how soft her lips are]

[There's a warning flag that goes up in her head a moment too late. Something that tells her this is probably a poor decision on her part and just because she might be curious and horny. Because yes even a great detective still suffers from hormonal urges. She was just practical about it. Also not loud about it like Yosuke was half the time.

But that wasn't the point and it was too late to turn back. Because he's kissing her before she can acknowledge the silent panic that sets in. For a moment she's tense and frozen stiff. The sensation is so foreign she isn't sure how to react to it proper... except the obvious which is to return the gesture. It takes her a few seconds but she does so, tentatively returning the pressure against his own lips. The motion is about as awkward as one expects from a first kiss... but no less enthusiastic.]

[Awkward? More like awesome. Not that she's the best kisser in the world, but the fact that she's actually returning the gesture and not belatedly kneeing him in the groin makes this more or less one of the (if not the) greatest moments in Yosuke's life. Who cares if they're all hormones and eagerness and no technique? It doesn't matter in the slightest - at least not to him]

[Instead he finds himself moving his hands, releasing her arms entirely as his hands slide down and come to a rest on her sides. What with him pressing her against the wall he can't exactly wrap his arms around her, but this feels a little more appropriate for a tender moment like this than having her arms restrained]

[~~that can come later~~]

[Arms restrained or free doesn't seem to matter because she doesn't move them even when he lets them go. She seems too nervous and tense to really move any muscle. Sans the muscles that require her to return the kiss. Though the longer the kiss lasts the more she gradually relaxes as she gets a little lost in the new sensations. They seem to bombard her all at once.

And then somehow her hands are pressed lightly against his chest (because she isn't sure where else to put them) and she breaks the kiss to breathe. But she doesn't pull back very far. Mostly because she can't since they're so close and the wall is behind her. So her lips hover close to his still as she pants softly for breath.]

[Breathing? Oh, right! Breathing! That's a thing! He'd forgotten somehow about a little detail like that amidst the electric rush through his system that was kissing her. That's really the only way to describe it, because as he stands there pressed up close against her, listening to her try to catch her own breath, it feels like he's been struck by lightning. Except... a good lightning. Like any other Zio he's ever eaten he's definitely knocked on his ass, but this time it's a metaphorical ass-knocking. He's stunned, but... it's a good stunned, one he's not sure he ever wants to recover from. But eventually the shock fades and he realizes he's standing there, staring at the flushed face of one Naoto Shirogane, and Yosuke is forced to face reality head on]

[No matter how you slice it, he just kissed Naoto Shirogane]

[And he liked it]

[There's really only one thing to say]

Can... we do that again?

[Naoto can't even begin to fathom whether or not she liked it. She's still reeling from the fact that it even happened. Yosuke was not the person she ever expected to share her first kiss with. ... And, if she was being honest, she never expected to have a first kiss at all. Not for a very long time, anyway. But as it turned out random curiosity and hormonal urges trump any other plan she might have had for this sort of thing. Which she didn't. But if she did it would've been totally ruined.

And with those thought passing by Naoto realizes she liked it too. She isn't sure if it's because it felt nice to be kissed or if it was the fact she kissed him. That was definitely unclear to her. All she could deduce was that she liked it. Thinking any deeper on it than that made her recoil some.

She blinks her eyes open at him, red faced and a little dazed. He doesn't waste any time, does he...]

A-Again? [Her eyes widen a little as her brain suddenly jumpstarts back to reality. She does what she usually does in social situations she can't make sense of: panics. Internally, keeping it carefully under the surface. But she flusters worse all the same.] H-Hold on, we shouldn't b-be... Not here. It's dangerous.

[Well, she didn't say no. But now she's worrying about their location. And a lot of other things. But mostly where they're standing.]

Edited (fixing some glaring typos that haunt me in my sleep don't mind me) 2013-04-25 00:36 (UTC)

[On the one hand, it's very clear that whatever magical tension created the last few minutes of his life has dissipated somewhat. She's recoiling - at least as much as she can while still more or less pressed against a wall - and she's doing that incredibly adorable but very-clearly-means-no fluster. No matter what hormones are surging through him right now, this moment is pretty clearly over and that's all there is to it]

[... but then again, she didn't really say no, either.]

[Just not here]

[Clinging to that phrasing and the thought that Naoto is always quite deliberate with her words, Yosuke takes a few more moments to stare at her dumbfounded before pulling away slightly, trying to decide what to feel. The war of emotions inside him culminates to something like incredibly awkward and self aware, as he tries to straighten up his jacket and look anywhere that isn't her because... well, because]

Y-yeah... let's get back and, uh... yeah...

[Eloquence, thy name is Yosuke]

[If there's one thing she's good at it's ruining a moment. "Killjoy Detective" indeed. Though in all fairness her abrupt moment ruining is due to a very legitimate concern and as it turns out her hormones are still no match for her sharper senses. Something has begun scratching the wall her back is pressed to. Something she has no doubt is a reemerging Shadow out for vengeance. Her hormonal urges may rage about has hard as Yosuke's (okay, maybe a little less than that) but her urge to live without any more scars from Shadow attacks rages stronger.

When he gives her wiggle room she slips away from both him and the wall, face red and heart beating faster than she's ever felt it beat before. Her words were chosen on purpose all right though Naoto herself doesn't entirely realize it. It's not like she had wanted to stop, actually...

Which brought a whole new slew of concerns.

She glances at him shyly like she's trying to read something off him. But then her face reddens worse and she hurriedly looks away, taking a few steps away from him. She covers her hand with her mouth when her back is to him. Jeez... what the hell even happened just now? It doesn't seem possible to have kissed Yosuke of all people.

Naoto retrieves her coat and hat from the ground.] Um... We should... rendezvous with the others. [It was almost the appointed time for meet up. But even as she says it she doesn't move right away. She keeps her back to him as she puts her hat and coat back on. She can feel herself blushing all the way up to her ears, but...]

Later... can I meet you at Aiya's? [He offered that before, right...?]

Edited 2013-06-17 04:51 (UTC)

[He doesn't mind the fact that she seems about as eager to look at him as he is to look at her. With the distance between them, his head is a little clearer. He takes a deep breath and does a quick glance around - still no shadows for now. Good. He desperately needs a chance to try and process what just happened, even if he only gets a few seconds. Okay. His day started with an incredibly vivid sex dream about Naoto. Then he spent all day thinking about it, before being forced into a TV world expedition by their fearless leader on one of the very few days he honestly would have preferred to stay home. Okay, it made sense so far]

[Then in the TV world, he wound up paired with Naoto. It was... well, a little unusual and more than a little unfortunate given how he spent the earlier day, but that was normal enough. They'd made their way through as best they could, a little banged up but otherwise fine. They reached a safe area...]

[They had talked, there was ointment involved... ointment and a lot of staring. She had tripped, he had tickled her... then he kissed her and she kissed him back.]

[The sequence of events was easy enough to follow. The fact that it was Naoto is what made it almost impossible to comprehend. Naoto, the smart and serious detective... instead of kneeing him in the crotch, she'd kissed him back. Could she seriously be interested? Thankfully, she doesn't leave him hanging for long. He'd only half heard her mention meeting back up with the others - he'd only managed a nod in response. But when she mentions Aiya's? That gets him to turn around, looking at her with momentary confusion]

I, uh... sure! [Confusion turns to a smile he doesn't even try to hide as a sense of relief washes over him. Whatever's going on between them, at least it won't be left here in this room. That's enough for now, and knowing that meeting is ahead helps him feel a little more like his usual self. After all, there can't be Aiya's without making it back, so that's the priority. His headphones go back on, and for the moment, normalcy is resumed.]

Whenever you're ready - I'll follow your lead.

[She runs through the course of event in a similar fashion... though perhaps with a much more analytical eye as was her nature. As a result her attempts at trying to figure out the how and why beyond all her actions and his only leave her with more questions than answers. Which is not something a detective likes to deal with and as a result she finds herself a little frustrated at herself. At him. At everything. But mostly at herself. Thankfully fighting Shadows is a good way to release stress and she leads the way for the most part as they head back to meet with the others, pretending to have not seen his relieved smile at her promise to meet him at Aiya.

A promise she isn't sure she should have made.

It would have been so much easier to just drop it and pretend it never happened. Her mind told her that's exactly what she should have done. Whatever had possessed her to allow what had happened to happen in the first place should never be allowed to do so again. Except that wasn't how she actually felt or how it was actually going to go and she knew it. She knew it because she couldn't get the sensation of his lips over hers out of her head nor could she stop turning over the events that lead to it. It was all wrong somehow. It was practically distressing for someone like Naoto who barely understood how friendship worked let alone... this. Whatever this was. Crush? Romance? Friends with benefits? None of that seemed to apply.

But she couldn't just cancel what she had promised despite her usual instincts telling her to do so. The same instincts that had kept her away from people all this time before the Investigation Team. Thus they were instincts she didn't want to kneel to anymore. And so once they met with the others, left the TV world and all went their separate ways home she texted him a time to meet her there tomorrow. Preferably she would've liked to have done it on the same day but it was late and she was tried and confused. She didn't really sleep well that night either. Her brain wouldn't rest.

The next day felt colder than it had been all winter and even bundled in layers the wind still went right through her. She hated the cold... though she hated the warmer weather more in the long run. True to her ways, Naoto arrived right on the dot of their agreed upon time.

Regardless of the results today she had to see this through until the end. Another part of her "occupational disease" as she liked to put it.]

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Oh hey it's an incredibly late backtag!

WELL GIVEN ALL THAT HAPPENED this is understandable. welcome back :D

Told you I'd tag it! ... granted I didn't think it'd be a month and a half later shhhhh

LMFAO THAT'S OKAY i am just happy to continue this no matter how long it takes :')

You're too kind ♥♥♥♥♥ and this turned into teal deer oops

it's okay i enjoy a serving of teal deer--also time skip ahoy