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@dirtyhighs 
            
            "you're trying to make me do something next to impossible..."  he sighed,  placing yet another kiss to the dancer's skin.  "do i /really/ have to stop?"

﹙ ! ﹚                   "      keeeiiitthhh !     I  have  to  go -     aha -    stop  it  ,   cariño  -   please !     " 

@dirtyhighs 
            
            "mm?  what was that?  i couldn't hear you..  [  mwah!  ]..."  

@dirtyhighs 
            
            "pushed into the bar...?  mm..  here.  let me see it up close.."  the man went to crouch down.  he wanted to lower himself to see it better.

﹙ ! ﹚                    "     yes .   see,  I  had  pushed  into  the  bar .   that's  all.  it  was  busy   yesterday.     " 

@dirtyhighs 
            
            "if it wasn't intentional,  then you should be able to tell me where you got it from,  right?" 

@dirtyhighs 
            
            "camellia-  /sigh/..."  he finally took a step away.  "fine,  /fine/..." 

﹙ ! ﹚                      "       /shoo/  !  you're  not  getting  to  find  out  !  it  will  stay  a  surprise .       "   

@dirtyhighs 
            
            "patience isn't always a strong suit of mine.  what is it?  come /on/.  i don't even /like/ surprises."

@dirtyhighs 
            
            "you're also the only person i know who'd surprise me like /that/." 

﹙ ! ﹚                    "    oh?    you  know  my  hands  hm?   maybe  I  should  wear   some  gloves  next  time,  make  it  harder  ♡     " 

@dirtyhighs 
            
            "my...  favorite?  hm.  i wasn't aware i had one of those.  /kidding/.  camellia,  i don't even need any hints.  i know your hands when i feel them."

@dirtyhighs 
            
            keith knew he was practically all skin and bones,  but still.  he didn't think he was /that/ light.  "are you sure?  seriously,  if you have to,  put me down-"

﹙ ! ﹚                     "      no,  no !   you  are  light  as a  feather,  amor  !    trust  me,   I  have  carried  a  lot  heavier  than  you  before.     "  

@dirtyhighs 
            
            "no..  /no no no/-   camellia,  come on...  i'm-   i can walk myself.  what if i'm too heavy for you?  just...  put me down."

@dirtyhighs 
            
            "being held captive makes it difficult to stop by /anywhere/." 

﹙ ! ﹚                      "      well,   why  didn't   you?   nothing  has  ever  stopped  you  before?      " 

@dirtyhighs 
            
            "and,  i...  you.  i wanted to stop by sooner."

/*   ♡

@dirtyhighs 
            
            "like this."  reaching out,  the man grabbed camellia's wrist and took his hand.  in it,  he placed the box with the jewelry.  "there.  now it's yours.  and,  there's no receipt so it can't be returned."  pulling his own hands away,  a light smile was offered. 

       "     but  ..    ay,    you're   killing  my  poor  heart   here  !    how  am  I  supposed  to  accept  this ..  ?     "   sheepishly ,   he  shuffled  forward,   biting  his  bottom  lip  and  averting  his  gaze. 

@dirtyhighs 
            
            "no,  you will accept it.  it's /for you/.  that's the only reason i got it.  so i could give it to you.  now..  come here."  

@dirtyhighs 
            
            "camellia -  i mean it..."  keith struggled.  only a little.  only for a second.  then he felt the other's nose against his skin and he sighed loudly.  it was impossible to say no to him.  it really was.  his body slowly began to relax in the dancer's hold.  "okay...  five more minutes."  but they both new five would turn into ten would turn into twenty. 

      pursing  his  lips,   camellia  wrapped  his  arms  around  the  man's  waist,  falling   backwards  into  the  soft  cushions  of  the  bed.     "    isn't  your  work  subjective  or  something?   just   five   move   minutes  !     "    he  pleaded,    burying  his  face  into  keith's  neck. 

@dirtyhighs 
            
            the man paused and then sighed out softly,  glancing at camellia from the corner of an eye.  "you know i would stay if i could...  don't give me that look."  he frowned lightly. 

@dirtyhighs 
            
            swallowing,  keith gave an awkward glance off to the side when he felt camellia's fingertips against his face.  almost immediately,  he reached up to grasp the other's hand in his own.  "maybe i should have said /held up/ instead..  but no.  i'm not busy now.  ...  i'm sorry for vanishing.  it was never my intention."

         he  didn't  say   much   for  a  moment,   simply   staring  up  at   the  detective.   an   unsure   hand  reached   out,   as  if  checking  to  see  if  Keith  was  real   -   flinching  when  finger  tips  met  his  cheek.      "      you   came   back  ?    but ..  aren't  you  still  busy?      "  

@dirtyhighs 
            
            "it has been,  hasn't it?  yeah...  that's my bad.  i-  ..  got /busy/.  did i scare you?  sorry."