@withoutalignment is latching on like a (wanted) leech...
The arm interlocked with his own…the eyes looking up at his own so expectantly—Kaito knew that where he was headed next, the small male was going with him. Trouble with that was…he didn’t know where he was going now. After all, before he’d taken his ‘brisk walk’ and run into Shuichi…he was just wandering around aimlessly. Perhaps he could pick a different destination to go and talk with Ouma? Did Ouma want to talk in private?
It was so strange. The prospect of talking in private with Ouma…didn’t frighten him at all. It didn’t…make him want to run, make him want to hide away. If anything, it actually made him feel more of a STRENGTH. The male was giving him the things he desperately desired. Affection, reassurance, SECURITY. In return, he was presenting the same towards the Supreme Leader. Well, less reassurance…but the other features were all given.
The library was off-limits. The storage room, it was DEFINITELY off-limits. If anything, the place he felt SAFEST…was his own dorm room. So, with Ouma around his arm…gazing at him comfortingly—he began to walk off, leading him along. “…Looks like I’ve got a sudden companion with me, huh.” A slight mumble, but his comment still AUDIBLE—his words were by no means made to deter him. In fact, it was much more of a playful jab. It was amazing, even to Kaito, that he was able to make any sort of sportive comment at a time like this.
God, was he that insensitive right now? Get back into the mood, don’t be making any sort of lively comments. “…Is there something you need to tell me or what?” Still walking, it didn’t talk long before they reached the astronaut’s door…time flew when you weren’t paying attention, hm? Scary. Very SCARY.
It’d been a long day. After the confrontation with Shuichi, a lot of words were said…a lot of words were left unsaid, as well. Another situation was brewing—the inevitable. The finale. The curtains, closing…but before then, they had to wait. Wait to see if the brunette would even agree to meeting with the two people she surely had NO desire to see. Those two people she wanted to avoid—were still in Kaito’s dorm room. Laying on his bed…one of them, having fallen asleep…right next to the astronaut.
Kaito, however, didn’t sleep. He dozed off a few times, but—sleep? His mind was racing too much. Couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen. What would happen. Maki. His thoughts about HER. His thoughts about what she may say, what she may not say…nervousness that wouldn’t leave, and…Ouma, there was HIM, too. He didn’t want to say anything that could jeopardize their relationship, too—no. That was ridiculous…after all, the small male just said he was going to stay BY him no MATTER WHAT. Now Kaito was just…being paranoid.
Sitting up, he brushed his fingers through the male’s hair…and gazed at him with calm eyes. At least he got some sleep and looked to be COMFORTABLY resting…it had been such a taxing day, after all. They both could use the relaxation—any. The astronaut could hardly believe what just occurred, though…everything he’d heard from the Supreme Leader. He knew that he could believe him ( which, in of itself was a shocking admission ), but…he was really putting EVERYTHING into him now. In so deep, there was no way out now.
Was there no way to salvage anything with Maki, now? Was this going to be it? He had so many questions. Maki had so many questions, too. Hell, there was too much, it was…difficult to begin.
The small male began to make some movement, as if he were finally about to be getting up…and his eyes, previously closed shut—began to open. Kaito rubbed the back of his neck and averted his gaze, so Ouma didn’t see him LOOKING at him.
“…Morning, sleeping beauty.” His comment was put in a mocking tone—but it wasn’t said in such a crude way. “Feel a bit more refreshed..?” He’d need to feel as refreshed as he could. A clear head—he needed Ouma to have a clear head. Someone with him needed to have one—and he SURE the hell knew HE didn’t. He was depending on Ouma. To back him up, to be with him.
He had to betray her trust in the most cruel way he could imagine. He didn’t want this, never, ever—would he want to hurt her. Never betray her, never go against his own morals. The very thought made him sick to his stomach. And yet… he would. He would do it. And he had done so. He’d done it, he’d betrayed her trust, and she didn’t even know it yet.
The astronaut was suffering many sleepless nights. Unable to sleep, unable to cease the never-ending thoughts. Thoughts of the look on her face when he’d tell her. When she’d find out. When she’d… stop trusting him. No, don’t stop trusting. Don’t lose the ability. ( Fuck. What the fuck have I… ) Stuck in the myriad of his mind, he spent the rest of the night considering… considering her response. The way she would react. If it would possibly affect her worse than he imagined. Maybe he was giving himself too much credit. Maybe he was just overthinking—no, what he’d done… was unforgivable. He didn’t deserve an apology.
It was the next morning. Morning after another restless night. If anything, he just didn’t want it to show on his face… no dark circles, no blood-shot eyes. At least look like he’s been sleeping, like he isn’t spending every waking hour, every restless night… obsessing. Even going out to stargaze didn’t help. It didn’t take his mind off of the inevitable… if that didn’t assist him, what would? Well, talking to her, naturally. But he didn’t deserve that. No, not when he was going to break her trust. Not when he was going to commit this act.
Not even paying attention to where he was walking, he bumped right into her. She must have known that he was walking right into her path—why didn’t she move? Was she… testing him? To see if he would walk straight into her like the absolute space-case he had been days of late?
“…Harumaki. My bad, I wasn’t paying attention.”
Surely she noticed. He knew she did. Maki was sharp, she was always watching… with cautious eyes. Eyes that were normally testing, testing the person in front of her. And yet, with the astronaut, those eyes… they let up. He had done this to her. Allowed this trust, created it. To… break it? Like that? Oh, he felt sick again. It was now or never. He couldn’t put this off any longer.
The image of her tear-ridden face as she walked out of the library, hesitantly—as if she was hoping he would grab her by the wrist, stop her, prevent her from leaving. But…he didn’t. And the worst part? She knew he wouldn’t. She knew…that he was going—further and further into a descent…away from HIMSELF. Away from HER. Where was he? Who was he? Even Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars…wasn’t aware. What did he believe? Who did he believe? Himself…himself, of course.
He repeated that, as he stayed in the library just a bit longer…nearly crumbling to pieces. Kneeling down, attempting to find the courage to stand back up and go…leave this spot behind—the spot he saw her exit, the spot he saw her cry tears of sorrow…because of him. He wanted to cry. He wanted to shout. But nothing was exiting his mouth, his eyes. That…was almost worse. Like EMPTINESS.
After an hour passed, he stood up…and left—sluggishly. Resembling a zombie’s walk—he made his way back to his room. Where else would he go right now? No where. No where else. He just wanted to spend the rest of the day in thought. Thinking…about what to do. Where else to take this. He didn’t want it to END this way. No, it couldn’t. She didn’t deserve it. And yet…she also didn’t deserve his half-assed responses any longer.
Opening the door to his room, he walked in, and a sigh escaped his lips—one he couldn’t control. Time to just lay on the bed, gather his thoughts, reflect on what occurred…and, if he were lucky, all the tears wouldn’t come pouring out that he’d been holding in. Reflect, alone, by himself—or…not by himself? Oh, dear lord…really…really now.
On his bed was Ouma—asleep. Just laying as if it was his own and he had a place to be here. Maybe now he did. “…What the fuck…” He mumbled, exhaustively rubbing his forehead with an even HEAVIER sigh. “What…are you doing here…” It wasn’t said like a question…rather, just like a statement. Sitting on the bed next to the male, he stared. Stared at him. Stared at the reason. The reason all of this was unfolding—crashing down, shattering…no, not just due to him. Due to Kaito, as well. The both of them…why? Why did he do this? What was it, why was it..?
“…get out…” A whisper, as he held his head down—rubbing his temples. He was TIRED. He was FATIGUED. He was…still upset. “…Just get out…”
♚ Regina giggled when the blonde’s arms pulled her back in bed. She was too exhausted to fight it and let her body fall back on the mattress. Swallowing hard, realizing how wrong this is. How she shouldn’t have let Emma persuade her it is a good idea. It was awful. She was awful wife to James but damn the warmth coming from the other woman is something she is still waiting from her husband.
Sleeping with her clients was the biggest rule, yet since she met Emma it was so easy to break it. Until Emma Swan came in her life Regina was strict and perfect in every way. Not a single case lost. Now, she was sleeping with her client and wasn’t sure about the case at all.
“Emma…” It was more a plea but she would never admit to that. Plea to stop making it so hard for her.
Emma wrapped her arm around Regina’s waist and her nose nuzzled against the slope of her neck. “Mm?” Thin lips found Regina’s pulse, just shy of leaving marks, knowing it was off limits no matter how much she wanted to.
“Just a little longer,” Emma whispered, wrapping the sheet around them both. Henry was sleeping over at a friend’s house and was due home in two hours. Two hours that she wanted to spend with Regina.
Emma felt a small bit of guilt. She knew Regina was married and the best thing to do would have been to end it before it began but Emma was addicted to the stunning woman in her arms.
♚ Regina sighed at the lips on her neck. Gods, Emma was so good in everything she was doing. She knew how to touch her, how to make her feel alive. Emma wasn’t obligation. Emma didn’t want a child from her nor she minded the fact that Regina was barren. She just wanted her. With her green eyes almost dark every time they kissed. Regina hasn’t seen so much desire in someone’s eyes before. Not that was directed at her. Not in James’ eyes.
“Fifteen.” She replied after glancing over the clock on the night stand. “I need to go home for shower and new clothes.” Because it would be suspicious to be seen in the same clothes as the day before. “And drive to the office before James comes back from his trip with his father.”
She did not wanted to bring him in here but she wasn’t going to pretend he did not existed.
Emma sighed; her happy mood killed almost instantly. She knew that meant her time with Regina would be shorter each time as she would have to contend with James. Emma had no right to be jealous but from what little she knew about the man, James seemed like he had no idea how lucky he was.
Regina gave everything she had to whatever she was doing. It was part of the reason that Emma had hired her as her lawyer. Regina was determined and focused and passionate a trait, Emma had found, translated to sex as well.
“When can I see you again?” Emma lifted her hand to brush Regina’s hair back, trying to memorize everything about her in whatever time they had.
♚ Swallowing thickly, Regina leaned into the touch and closed her eyes. Dammit, this woman was making her heart speed faster with a simple touch. “Tomorrow is your hearing. Don’t forget to come at the court at 9. I will be waiting there since I have a paper to file there.”
She knew very well this was not what Emma was really asking. But it would have to do for now. She couldn’t make plan before she could see James’ schedule. “I might be able to work something on Wednesday. But no promises.”
Promises was something she could not give to Emma. Things were far too complicated between the two of them for disappointments.
Emma nodded with a tight smile. “I’ll be there and Henry will be dressed appropriately, I swear.”
“No promises,” Emma agreed and looked at the clock. Ten more minutes. She wasn’t going to waste any more time talking about court. Emma shifted until she was on top and pillowed her lips against Regina’s. Their bodies fit perfectly and her long blonde hair curtained around them.
“Fuck, Regina,” she sighed. Emma wasn’t one to be poetic. Telling Regina she was beautiful came out clumsy but every time she looked at her, all Emma could do was swear in her own version of being awestruck.
♚ Regina chuckled when Emma rolled them over and hummed into the kiss. The blonde has a unique way of expressing herself and Regina secretly love it. She loved making Emma speechless. She loved when the blonde just looked at her with those green eyes that were saying so much. The desire she has been feeling for this woman’s embrace is like nothing before.
“Еloquent, dear.” She smiled and kissed the woman once more.
“Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay a little longer?” Emma asked between kisses. Her hand came up to palm a warm breast, sighing when she felt her nipple pebble beneath her touch. She would never be able to get enough of this woman.
“If you think that’s good you should hear my poetry,” Emma laughed. Her mouth descended onto Regina’s neck, concentrating on the straining pulse she could feel beneath her lips.
♚ Regina’s body shivered at the contact with her breast and cursed her hips which bucked into the woman above. Dammit, her body was on fire again. ”I know you can’t be quick so no.” She chuckled and bit her lip when Emma started working on her pulse. She could feel her heartbeat rate go higher and higher.
Emma knew she should stop and let Regina go but the way that the other woman’s body responded to her only made it harder to stop. She laced the fingers of her free hand with Regina’s and brought it over her head, pressing their hands into the mattress. Emma pushed back against Regina’s hips with her own and swiped her thumb over her breast.
♚ Electricity ran through her body when Emma started playing with her nipple. As much as she wanted to leave she wanted Emma even more and that won at the end. Her hips bucking up to meet the blonde’s. “Emma…” The name fell from her lips as a plea.
Emma didn’t waste any time. She let her hand fall from Regina’s chest and slip over her ribs and over the plane of her stomach. She followed the curve of her hip to where it dipped and she slipped her fingers into warmth folds already sensitive from their earlier lovemaking.
“Fuck you’re perfect,” Emma groaned, parting her and playing with her sensitive bud.
♚ With back arched at the sudden intrusion, Regina felt her walls clamped around the digits, her legs spreading, opening her more for her lover. Her body has a mind on it’s own and Emma was playing with it like an instrument and she loved every second of it. “More…” She whispered, her voice heavy and raspy with arousal.
Emma couldn’t get enough of the picture of arousal that Regina painted. She was beautiful in her eagerness and as Emma let her eyes trail down the tangled lines of their bodies, she found her wet and waiting.
The sheet wrapped around their middle offered a bit of modesty that Emma found all the more intoxicating. Navigating by feel alone, she dipped two fingers into Regina’s waiting warmth. “You feel so good,” she breathed next to her ear.
♚ In a perfect situation Regina would have pushed the offensive sheet out of her way but this was by far not perfect at all. On the contrary. It was so messy and wrong but she wanted more and more. “Yes.” She moaned out, hips bucking up, seeking more contact. more pleasure.
Emma swore again and pushed into her with more force. Regina’s body was already sensitive to her touch and she opened easily for her. “You feel so fucking good,” she repeated just as her lips closed around a pebbled nipple. Emma dragged her teeth against it, biting down a little harder than she really meant to but then again, she couldn’t really control her outbursts any more.
♚ Emma’s hands on her body felt like heaven. The blonde was touching all of her part and Regina wanted more and more each time. She wanted this to be quick and dirty just like their relationship was but there was a chance that the other woman might feel offended and that was nothing Regina wanted. Not when three fingers were inside of her.
Emma knew that Regina had wanted to leave but it was her own selfishness that used sex to get her to stay. This whole thing was selfish anyway. She shouldn’t be fooling around with a married woman anyway so she might as well take what she could get. Emma slid her body down Regina’s until she was hidden under the sheets and face to face with her dripping sex. Without hesitation, Emma pressed her lips to Regina’s clit, sucking it between her lips to feel her twitch.
I’m not sure if it’s because of the actual show, but I am so tired of cheating/potential-cheating being the source of the majority of IC ship drama. It drives me crazy, because there are so many other ways for a relationship to have issues or bumps in the road, and it just feels so unoriginal and toxic for the couple. There are a lot of great plots, triggers, etc that you can use that cause ship growth that don’t actually call into question whether the relationship is good for the characters or not, and I wish we could see more of that in RPing.
