平和

uemura koharu, 23, CEO. (oc, rp)

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nkjima:

                            Sharing a property, for Nakajima, was far from being insignificant . In the oh-so-complicated history of his relationships, it was easy to say that not once he accepted that type of major commitment - too attached to his own lifestyle, perhaps too selfish to put it aside. When it came to Koharu though, he didn’t think twice before accepting. As much as she was needy of his presence, he was too. A part of him knew it wouldn’t be that easy to focus at the beginning. Having her around would certainly be a great temptation to just cook together, take baths together, snuggle, talk, instead of dealing with the moutains of work they always would have. How long would it take to find the proper balance between business and pleasure? He did not mind, he was ready to try and make this work. “You know I always had a weak spot for glass, mon ange.” He answered her first question, on a voice of softness, one adressed to Koharu. “I still need to hear more.” Nakajima then added, this time naturally more severe and exigeant, eyes on the real state agent. The heir then was attentive to the specifications they were giving, all the previous penthouses happened to be good but “not enough”. Nodding silently, his features were showing the usual rigid concentration while looking around. But as soon as she turned around again, to come and tug his sleeve, it was easy to see the endearment through his eyes. “I like the open space yes, I like the luminosity, I like the arragement of it.” He spoke, one of his hands traveling from his pocket to hold hers, his eyes still on her. “One bedroom for us, two for our offices, that would be perfect yes.” With one step, he walked closer to her body, still holding her hand. "There is no room for Nami then I guess I’ll have to turn on the lights on and open the doors by myself though.” He added on an amused tone as it was self deprecating humor - even if well, it was true that it would be the first time for the heir to live without Nami.  “Let’s go see the rooms?” The spoke on a rethorical way, leading Koharu towards the first and biggest one, the real estate agent following them. 

She knew--if there was anything that put the Nakajima Mansion apart from the others, it would be the amount of glass there was. Even Yuto’s bedroom had a glass wall, and so it was quite easy for the heiress to figure out that the male had a penchant for such detail. She allowed him to do more listening, for she wasn’t really anymore; from the dark hardwood to the monotonous scheme, to the big spaces she could arrange (she had a thing for interior designing), to say she was excited would be an understatement. Yuto did the listening, and when he had no more comments, his attention back to her, she only smiled at him. “Well, we can always have a room added, the place is simply big enough for another bedroom if you want to have Nami around. Nana would stay with my parents, and probably just come by if we want her or need her help,” she nodded, not even caring that the real estate agent was around to see and hear the two of them talking like newly-weds. They had always acted that way, after all; their speech softer, their gestures kinder, their smiles sweeter--years after, nothing has changed between the two, except that their affections have definitely grown and matured into something more profound than just high school infatuation. “Or instead, we can check how big the rooms are, and we can just use the biggest one as a joint office, I’m sure that’ll work.” She nodded, arms tangling with one of his as they walked. “This is fun.”

[tanuki-kimono]

Not fond of the super soft color scheme but this frilly kimono is very cute (and a great idea to widen a too short kimono!)

[yuu-tachi]

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I just realized that on these pictures of us I'm basically staring at you the whole time.

Ah. Now that you’ve mentioned it..

..you often stare, even when we talk. I’m a little shy now.

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` @nkjima

                            It was just a thought she had after days of longing and loneliness, hoping for the other to come and grace them with their presence. Such was the life of the two, drowning in work, barely having time for each other, except for that one day each week where their time is mostly dedicated to each other. It was a random idea; she didn’t expect he’d easily approve of it, considering it seemed senseless and sudden, but much to her surprise--and what a pleasant one it was--he seemed to be on the same page as she. And so, the heiress wasted no time in scheduling a day off her busy week, asking his assistant to do the same for him. Koharu reserved an entire day for the search of the perfect office penthouse, where the they both could stay in together and finish their work, with each other only a few strides away. She was normally a woman of sense; she thought she was simply being too clingy, too needy for his presence; her voice of reason whispered the idea might be counter-productive, as they both might serve as distractions and end up not doing anything, but she insisted on it, betting on the fact that they were both responsible company heads who wouldn’t give into the temptation of canoodling instead of actually finishing boring paperwork.  “What do you think of this one, mon amour?” She asked as they stepped into the spacious penthouse, one wall completely made of glass. It was their fourth house that day--no luck up until then. Their real estate agent followed them in, describing the specifications--but Koharu's mind only needed to register the fact that there are three big bedrooms in the property for her to turn her man, her hands gently tugging at his sleeve. “Mon cher, this is it. The common area is open and spacious, we can turn two of the three bedrooms into our offices and.. this is it. I see us here. What do you think?”

[swagreste]

When she enters the shooting location, it’s as if flowers are blooming. – Nakajima, Y. (2016)

[nkjima]

                                                                                     @kkohvru

                                                                                     Nakajima driving wasn’t so rare, it just appeared to be less recurrent than him juggling with his cellphones, emails and phonecalls on the backseat in one of his company cars. Whenever he needed some privacy or whenever he wanted to visit places he wasn’t supposed to, the heir prefered to use his personal car. Black, tinted windows, perfectly clean leather seats inside, the smell of his cologne here and there : typically what people would expect from him. The atmosphere of the day was a soothing one, the blue of the sky was bright, perfect to take the sea. One of the windows was open and so, as the car was running down the road approaching the harbour area, the fresh air of the surroundings was caressing their hair and skins. In the trunk, they placed a basket of a few things that could be useful for their evening, in case they get hungry or cold when the night would fall. The heir was still wearing his casual attire from earlier : a white polo shirt, beige pants, boat moccasins, shades. One of his hands remained on the wheel made of leather while the other one traveled to Koharu’s thigh. His fingertips and then the palm of his hand resting on it, while his eyes were still focused on the road. “Do you remember how this boat was nameless?” He started on his usual calm tone and  that hint of nostalgia he always had whenever he was mentionning the past. “As it was one of the rare presents Father gave me, I kept insisting on how I wanted a special name for it. Sadly, the inspiration never came. You’ll see, major improvements have been made since then but hm, I still couldn’t find a name.” He spoke, his fingertips drawing lines along her inner thigh, caressing, his other hand handling the wheel. “I kind of gave up but now I’m thinking, perhaps I’ll get to name it with you someday?” He then added, glancing to the side to smile at her.

[kkohvru-blog]

                         She had made it a point--she insisted they should always take a day off their weeks and dedicate it to each other; it was the only way it could work for the both of them. After all, it wasn’t just him who’s busy with work, but now, she too was swamped with the duties and responsibilities of a business owner. Once every seven days, the two of them--two of Tokyo’s most eligible and most sought-after business people, would go out and enjoy their time together, off-grid. No phones, no work, no whatever, just you and me, Koharu had clearly instructed, and ever since they started the entire set up, he never once failed her. Who would have thought? The workaholic Nakajima who seemed almost ready to marry his work, could go through a day or two of being disconnected from his business? The concept of an unreachable Nakajima Yuto was a concept too foreign, but it was nonetheless a good one. In my defense, he needs a break from work, too, and just enjoy his youth, she often told herself. She had been staring longingly at the horizon as the car sped along the coastal highway, his hand on her thigh pulling her out of her trance and she quickly turned her head to look at him with a smile. “Mm, you’d just call it boat,” she answered, chuckling as she held onto the hand that had found its place on her thigh. Her navy-striped dress and the yellow cardigan that was tied around her shoulders matched the visuals of his attire; if Nana was around to see it, she’d say again how they looked like they’ve just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Her thumb stroked his knuckle as he spoke, a soft humming spilling from her lips, enjoying how his digits stroked her skin over the thin, light fabric of her dress. When he looked at her with a smile, she returned it, nodding. “I’d be honored to name it with you, We’ll think of it when we get on it. I’m excited to see how good you’ve become at sailing.” 

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I'm exasperatedly obsessed with you, desperately addicted to you.

Mon amour, you better be.

[kkohvru-blog]

Kko!!!!

Ah, Yoshizawa-san-- Miki. Miki. Ha, forgive me, it’s hard to call people casually, even harder especially since I’ve taken over the business while Father recovers.. it’s been a while, though, how have you been? Still doing art, I hope?

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I was talking to Jae earlier, he told me to say hi to my girl for him.

Ah, so I really am your girl.

Just kidding. It’s been some time since I’ve talked to Jae, send him my regards, and tell him to come visit us soon. Or, should we be the ones visiting him? What do you think, mon coeur?

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nakajimx:

 “The more you say I can’t, the less I’m listening, you know that.“

The heir answered, arching an eyebrow at his own line but still, the corner of his lips lifting in the same way, features made of natural mischief, while his attention was focused on that pink shade hovering her skin. A sight he loved. As one of his hands was holding her waist, the other one caught the hand she placed on his thigh, lifting it delicately, his grip encouraging Koharu to stand up. Nakajima then lead her movements for her to sit down his lap. Like that, he could hold her hipbone down with the palm of his right hand, the index of the other one tracing her skin up from her throat to her chin, pulling it up lightly.  “I adore you. You know that too.” Of course his lips caught hers again, a bit more passionately this time, with a slow, deep, intense way to steal her taste while he was kissing her. His senses reacting, the kiss deepening until he would lack air,  the palm of her hand sliding down her hipbone. His teeth then caught and lasted on her lower lip at the end, he pulled away.

“Darling.” 

He spoke on quite a deep tone, only a few inches between their faces. “We should spend today’s evening on the boat.” The male added, his head leaning slightly against hers, his fingers tickling her forehead, tucking a  strand of her hair behind her ear, his eyes focused on his own actions, on her hair, skin and then her eyes again. “You weren’t here anymore for the good news but since a few years already, I can finally sail it on my own. The sunny days are slowly coming back, the sea is peaceful. No business, no phonecalls for real. Just silence, you and I. I would love that.” His fingertips were still tickling her hair falling down her shoulders.

“And you now that the more you don’t listen, the more I’ll nag,” she said simply, in response to the male’s open admittance of his stubbornness. She rolled her eyes, a teasing scoff slipping past her lips; when he lifted her hand, she stared at him momentarily, before following his guidance. She stood and settled on his lap like he wanted, an arm draping over his shoulders as she shifted, making herself comfortable on her new seat--not that she needed to do much; she liked being on his lap after all. She loved when Nakajima took control; following his touch, she tossed her head back slightly, pink lips parting as he spoke, smiling when he leaned forward to claim it in a passionate kiss. One of her hands slid up to tangle her fingers into his hair a bit, laughing into the kiss as she tipped her head to the side, a purse forming when he broke the contact. Then, a smile. “Hmm?” She watched him in silence as he spoke; his proposal to spend an evening on a boat sounding very much tempting. “Really?” She teasingly asked, the fingers laced with his raven locks drawing random shapes onto his scalp. “That sounds nice, actually. I’d like to see Captain Nakajima; the last time you tried, we almost capsized,” she laughed, humming. The idea of spending the night together, just the two of them, sounded wonderful, and therefore, tempting. “Let’s do it.”

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