rl w/sheryl, backdated to S.A.D.

[aburningspirit]

[sheryl demanded a romantic dinner for valentine's day.

what she is getting are burned substances that do not deserve the title food nor edible that no amount of womanly touches could heal.

most romantic night ever.]

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[piercethecharts]

Lucky, huh? [ she pokes him in the chest teasingly ] That's why I never rely on luck!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, luck! Sometimes that's all you got! [batting away her fingers in a half-hearted way]

[piercethecharts]

I'll take skill, thank you!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

You got to 'cause you're a singer. [he hasn't let go of her hand yet because he's like...fourteen when it comes to relationships. the stupid giddy kind of fourteen.]

[piercethecharts]

[ you are so awkwardchans kamina. she takes his hand properly LIKE AN ADULT ] Don't be silly, everyone has skill!

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[s-shut up okay awkwardchans is endearing.

he is getting that grin on. the bad kind of grin where it's like 'oh damn let me get the fire extinguisher'. but there will be no time for that because he takes one huge step and shows her what kind of skill he's got.

the making out kind anyway.]

[piercethecharts]

[ YOU ARE SUCH A TEENAGE BOY KAMINA such a teenage boy. But because she's Sheryl, she gives as good as she gets, tangling her free hand in his hair ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[teenage boy, he is, but she likes this. don't lie. he's even being somewhat assertive and backing them up against the cabinets.

yeah. take that.]

[piercethecharts]

[ oh, she won't lie. Whenever they meet up it always seems to go this way eventually; she'd have no time for a relationship that was just about physical things, but because theirs isn't, she enjoys this side of it. She lets him assert his manhood (not literally), leaning back against the counter; at the same time, she makes sure he knows she's letting him, kissing back in a way that's anything but passive ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[he can't help himself too much on the physical side of things. one, he is totally a teenage boy. two, he's always been more of a physical person when it came to show affection. words were words, cheap and easy to spew; actions were worth more than any of that. he'll have to spit out those words one day, but this is the best he can do for now. and three, well. she was pretty hot.

assertiveness, getting into or not, it's all got to grind to a halt when the doorbell rings signaling pizza times. it takes four high-pitched annoyed rings to break through his haze, and even then he can't remember why anyone would be at the door.] Whassat?

[piercethecharts]

[ she pats him on the shoulder with an "oh, you" sort of face, before disentangling herself and adjusting her shirt, going over to grab her wallet from her purse on the couch and answering the door ]

Ahh, I'm sorry, I was in the middle of a phone call! [ she pays the delivery boy, adding a generous tip, before turning around as the door shuts, pizzas in her arms. She fixes Kamina with a grin that says "Well, I'm perfectly composed, what are you doing looking so flustered?" ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[WOMENNNNNNNNN Y U DO THIS

how you do this is also a viable question. kamina is still staring dumbfounded at the door as if it had somehow opened and closed by itself. it's another second before he registers the delivery boy is long gone and that more importantly, there is pizza to devour.]

Hell, yeah, pizza!

[piercethecharts]

[ she rolls her eyes fondly as she sets the boxes down on the kitchen table ] Haven't you heard a doorbell before?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

'course I have. It's just that I was...ya know. [grabbing plates to keep busy; gosh women]