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[ and her gaze is locked on their hands, the smile still soft ]

Things like that usually do.

[Cheeks started to brighten a little, she reaches up to rub at the bridge of her nose with her free hand.]

Ah, I'm being all melancholy and there's no need to be. Sorry.

[ itsuki, for his part, is eternally cool as a cucumber ]

Well, it's sometimes a little difficult to see in which direction a conversation will go. Feel free to ask something lighthearted, though, if you like.

[ she'll make him blush one day. It's a given. ]

We seem to play the question game a lot, even if it's not so serious this time.

Favorite piece of music?

[ perhaps if she works very hard at it ]

I'm actually rather fond of the Beatles. Considering we're giving proper answers, I suppose this is sort of a pseudo-question-game, isn't it?

Well, it's certainly not like our usual question game, is it?

Considering we aren't trying to trip each other up, I suppose it isn't.

I don't mind this kind of question game. I like listening to you. Except when you threaten me with sonnets.

Then I'll be sure to talk at length about what you ask in a distinctly non-poetic manner.

You'll talk at length even if I don't ask.

[She's smiling, so it's nothing more that her teasing.]

Ah... am I really that predictable?

[ naturally, he retorts with completely false chagrin ]

That remains to be seen.

Should I try and surprise you, then?

I like surprises.

[ Well, she asked for it. He leans over and kisses her without warning, his other hand braced on the couch behind her; it's not harsh, but there's a strange sort of desperation to it, like he's asking "Everything's all right, isn't it?" ]

[The kiss takes her by surprise alright, but there's almost no hesitation before she gently kisses him back, a hand rising to trace warm fingers along his cheek. Pulling away a tiny bit, she just whispers his name, then leans back in to kiss him again.]

[ He has his other hand in her hair now; there's a faint nervousness in the way he touches her, like he's not precisely sure how to take the lead ]

[ The nervousness is a refreshing change, in a way. In Minako's eyes, he always seems so sure of himself that he can be a little intimidating at times, but this? This makes her fall a little more for him.

Before she can really think about it, her free moves to slide down his chest only to settle almost on his hip as she tilts her head into his touch.]

[ thanks minako that helps NOT AT ALL. except it kind of does at the same time, because he's perfectly okay with her taking control. so he follows the tilt of her head and the rhythm of her kissing and madly tries to relax ]

[The hand on his cheek inches down to rest idly stroking fingers along the side of his neck and down to his shoulder. Leaning a little closer, she barely manages to contain a soft moan. He really shouldn't worry. He's doing quite well.]

[ Good kisser or not, this sort of thing is more nervewracking than it looks. At least for him, anyway. But if she's leaning closer anyway... well, he might as well take advantage of that and pull her into his lap fully. It seems like the sort of thing you do in a situation like this. ]

[She muffles a soft squeak at the change in position, but settles easily on his lap. Cheeks a soft pink now, she curls her arms around his waist and lets the kiss deepen. Nice job taking charge!]

[ he pauses for breath for a moment, leaning his forehead against hers, and the most inane thought slips out before he can stop it ]

I completely forgot about your tea.

[It earns him a soft laugh. Leave it to Itsuki...]

Does that mean you want me to move?

Not particularly. [ he has one hand on her hips still, his thumb idly tracing back and forth like he's some cool suave guy who knows what he's doing. Congratulations Minako, you've flustered the unflusterable ]

[ And don't think she's not proud of that fact. If he doesn't want her to move, then she's not moving. She finds she likes where she's at. ]

Your legs are going to fall asleep.