KamiJirou-Dreaming

Serious Talks

Denki could feel his heart beat speed up every time he felt her hands run through the back of his hair, up and down his back, and grasp at the front of his button-up as he kissed her in the afternoon light. On the low coffee table of Kyouka's shared dorm laid their work, forgotten as they had moved their "activities" to her bottom bunk. Laptop screens still open to excerpts of Romeo and Juliet, papers half written, and mugs half-filled with lukewarm tea.

But they all slipped Denki's mind as he continued to explore the depths of Kyouka's mouth. She sat on his lap, legs wrapped around his midriff. Her ear jacks seemed to move arbitrarily, flicking and moving at seemingly random intervals. His hands were no better, pulling her waist close to his. A lip bite here, a grown there, the two lost track of time as they let their teenage urges loose on each other. She gasped as Denki disengaged and attacked her neck.

"Denki-" Kyouka's half-whimper, half-whisper of his name ignited something in him as he laid small kisses and bites along her neck.

"Oh, wow... Denki..." Kyouka whispered, eyes closed as she held his head tightly, keeping him on her neck. 

Denki's hands began to wander, moving from her waist and to her shapely legs, gently caressing her hips. His hands slowly and gently moved down her hips, to her butt, massaging and feeling every crevice. Kyouka was no less active, her finger deftly unbuttoning his shirt. Denki groaned into the kiss as she bit his lip.

Kyouka pulled away, eyes half-lidded as she gave a seductive grin. 

"Someone's excited," she whispered, "And here I thought we made a 'no guns in bed' rule, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Definitely the second option," Denki gasped as Kyouka kissed his exposed chest. 

Denki bit his lip as Kyouka marked his neck with a hickey of her own. Her hands roamed the insides of his shirt, her feathery touch caressing his toned muscles. She reengaged his lips as his hands made their way to her thighs. He felt her breath hitch as he gave her luscious thighs a squeeze. 

This devolved into an endless battle of who could make the other react the most. A battle of lust, of emotion, of passion, one which neither had the necessary drive to win nor the will to lose. An endless cycle of pleasure. The afternoon sun made no attempts to break the two, the beautiful scarlet of the French sunset making for a romantic and comfortable feel within the cozy dorm room. Dinner was too far to be a concern, and the class had gone out their separate ways to enjoy the day off before the dance and subsequent flight home.    

But when the two pulled away for good, the two stayed in their small embrace a little while longer. Staring into each other's eyes, the two broke into a small yet affectionate smile. Denki laid his forehead on hers. Kyouka cusped his cheeks with both her hands and kissed the top of his head. 

"I love you, Denki," she whispered, cheeks flushed in scarlet.

Denki closed his eyes, his smile brightened as he felt his on cheeks heat up.

"I love you too, Kyouka."

They sat like that for a quite a while, which was fine.

They had plenty of time, after all.

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"Hey, Denki?"

Kyouka watched as Denki looked up at her, glasses and eyes glazed over as he read his excerpt of Romeo and Juliet on his laptop. A charcoal grey woolen sweater coupled with his lighter grey lounge pants and socks made him look incredibly cozy and attractive, for a lack of better words. Like a warm fire in the middle of winter.

"Yeah?"

"What do you think about aftercare?" Kyouka asked, cheeks tinged pink, "Like how important is it in an relationship?"

"Aftercare? As in comforting your partner after sexual interactions?" Denki asked, sounding slightly confused, to which Kyouka nodded.

Denki let his laptop and notebook down, a hand coming up to stroke his chin. He did this whenever he started thinking about something complex, and Kyouka personally found it cute and endearing. It meant he truly was trying to give a correct and satisfactory answer.

"Well..." he started, "I think it's important, especially if you're in a serious relationship. No doubt, sharing something as intimate like that as well as worrying about satisfying your partner has to be nerve-wracking."

"In my opinion, aftercare is just another way of communication of your emotions, which is important in every healthy relationship," Denki continued, "Talking about it and showing your support, trust, and affection in the person you just gave an important piece of yourself to is not only important to your emotions, but to them as well."

"In that light, I think aftercare is important. I like to think that even the smallest of things such as a small kiss or genuine smile gives your partner a sample of the happiness you must be feeling. Happiness is contagious, more so after something as intimate as sex. Why?"

Kyouka was left humbled by his response. Despite his outward impression as an idiot, he was incredibly intelligent. It showed on missions, and here. Emotionally and tactically, he was no slack off.

"I don't know, I just had a thought about it," Kyouka put her pen down, "I mean, we've been making out and going on dates for a majority of this month long trip, so I guess you can say that sex came to mind."

Denki did not laugh but nodded in response, understanding the importance and seriousness of the topic. A trait which Kyouka greatly appreciated.

"W-would you mind if we, uh, if we had- y'know..." Kyouka got to the question she had been meaning to ask for a while. And it wasn't just hormones, but a deep burning curiosity. Did the love of her life even see her in that sexual light? Was she good enough for him? Would he refuse?

But her fears washed away as he clasped her hand in his own.

"I don't mind if we did, Kyouka," Denki's small but embarrassed smile meant everything to the ravenette; she wasn't the only one who was nervous, "I'd like nothing more than to give all of myself to you, but only if you're comfortable with it. That's my number one priority, you above anything else."

Kyouka's heart skipped a beat. This lovely man was everything to her, and this just meant so much to the teenage heart which she called her own.

"To be honest, I've been thinking about the future, y'know, after school," Denki looked away bashfully, "About us. About marriage. About living together. About.... having kids."

The last part was so quiet, anyone other than Kyouka would've missed it. But she gasped in surprise, in happiness, in elation. Her heart pounded and ached. Never before had she felt this way.

"And I wanted to ask you, preferably later but now will do," Denki looked into her eyes, "Kyouka Jirou, you make me feel all these different emotions when we're together. I made dumb excuses on why we couldn't be together, why it wouldn't work. But I was a fool, a stupid, brainless fool. I love you and everything that you encapsulate. I ask of you, would you entrust yourself to me?"

 Kyouka couldn't breathe, nor could she think. She only moved forward and threw her arms around him.

"It's a promise," she whispered, small tears forming as he responded in kind by wrapping his arms around her, "When all this madness is over, marry me."

"Of course, my dear." 

She shook in his arms as her tears overflowed.

"I love you, Kyouka."

"I love you, Denki."

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It definitely has been a while. North of 2 months. I've been busy with life and with my own emotions, and with no small part of a writers block. A shorter chapter, but I hope its enjoyable nonetheless. A longshot away from my best, that's to be sure. Not a lot of detail and meat in my opinion, but please stay patient as I work myself back into the flow. Again, hope you enjoyed!!

J. Linz