r o m ☆ n t i c!
Now, now. Although the apology had come out in a rather cheerful, perhaps even too carefree, manner, it still contained his truthful feelings and sincere emotions in it. He really had not meant to stir up any further drama between them, much less when they’d finally encountered one another after so long. (It really felt like ages to him!). That, mixed up with the desire to make this lady his, prevent anyone else from approaching her -
let’s just say, it was what led Reiji to act up contrary to his usual self.
Because of that, a slightly more possessive part of the brunette often made appearances around his Venus. At times more playful than others, whereas there were certain occasions where indirect, jokingly actions were not enough to convey his feelings. Times where he had to openly react and push away the prankster within him, where jokes were out of the questions and instead a needy, wanting man remained. Like now.
— ”Neeee~.. Wait, wait~!”
A frown settled upon the elder’s face as the mistress walked away, escaping his embrace as though it had become a hobby of hers. Hopefully not~! Hasn’t it been told, however? That there was no point in trying to make Reiji give up? Like a kid, when he w a n t s something, there’s little to nothing that can serve as obstacle to obtain it! That kept in mind, steps were given forth - quite hastily, enough to rid the top of his head of his hat~! He’d pick it up later. A hand had reached out - yet again - for the young lady, a means to pause her own movements if possible. To ensure it himself, his frame went on ahead, standing right in front of Venus.
Both hands gripping her arms, firmly enough to demonstrate a sense of desperate measures, but just as gentle as to not cause any harm. Eventually, however, a sole hand moved up to cup a side of her face, thumb caressing soft skin underneath as his face leaned close. So close he could almost brush lips against the other pair. It was hard containing himself~!
”I adore you, Vinasu. Forgive me, will you~?”
No sooner had a few steps landed forward, another few followed behind. Just as she expected—secretly hoped. Because while pulling his strings is thrilling as she believed that he of all people, should reap what he sowed, it’s another story entirely if things don’t go as she predicts. Let’s say perchance, he let her leave, even she doubted she had the courage to spin around and say, ‘Just kidding!’. But the prospect of him letting her go was a thought daunting in itself, but perhaps then, it will say everything about the strength of their bond. Silence, after all, speaks volumes.
Before she could turn at the odd tone in his ‘wait’, a warm grasp curled itself around her arm. She halted and turned, only to find a pair of worried, almost desperate eyes staring back, rendering her speechless at the intensity. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again, her thoughts a yonder off when his hand reached for her cheeks. She.. really didn’t know what to do, or what to say.
He was the only one who could make her feel this way.
A little closer in distance, and her heart beats that little bit faster. He wasn’t going to.. was he? Her head tilts a miniscule movement backwards as her cheeks dust an adoring, color-me-pink pastel. His breath was warm when he conveyed his apology once more, tone deeper, and ghosted over her skin—soclose—sending odd tingles down her spine. But he didn’t… after all. She felt embarrassed for thinking that and mentally shook her head at herself. It was a game of tug-o-war, and..
He won.
A mind game is lost when you cave, and cave, she did. The proximity, the longing expressions, the warm caresses, the push-and-pull, the playful sincerity, coupled with her own magnetic pull of attraction towards him, it couldn’t be helped.
Like the saying goes: One day is three Autumns. She missed him, only too much.
She uncurled his fingers around her arm, a soft smile of reassurance at his unrelentingness, and walked over to where he dropped his hat. Picking it up and dusting it off lightly, she walked back to him wearing a soft, coy smile on her lips at his wonderment. On her tiptoes, she replaced the hat back neatly in it’s rightful place, hand lingering on his cheek in a soft brush on it’s way back down.
There, charm at its perfection.
A soft, sort-of-sheepish laugh at her lips for the bit of drama they pulled in the middle of the streets, she couldn’t help but find amusement at their antics and at his earnestness regarding her. Sometimes, how much he means to her scares her a little too. She has an inexplicable desire to always want to see beyond his exterior. A look at his sincerity though, it’s probably worth it all. So, should she? ..Just a little bit? It should be okay, right? She stepped forward and looped her arms around his middle in a close embrace, a quiet whisper melting his ears.
“I forgive you.” (And had, since his explanation.)
See? Third time’s the charm!
The always extremely sure of himself guy that seeks attention from no one but his personal goddess, had actually doubted himself if only briefly. Would she truly leave, despite his efforts to keep her close to him? Even if he kneeled and continued to plea for her to stay a little longer? That would leave a deep emotional scar, maybe enough to alter the man’s personality to an extent that’d have others wonder which car had ran over the brunette to cause such chaotic results!
- - This time, however, his beloved hadn’t decided to run away. This time, her presence had remained alongside his own!
Oh, how truly thankful he was for her decision to stay with him. He’d even gone so far as to worry about her only staying to slap him a new face – but, ah, adorable Venus would never put a hand on him, right? The brunette had a strong faith in those beliefs of his, and would even bet his most precious treasure on his goddess never lifting a hand to harm him. Because, even women can wound men – though the physical pain could never be compared, the emotional scar might be disastrous. In certain cases, it can be worse for the men! Their pride, their ego – all burned to nothingness.
Alas, he was safe.
In his Venus’ arms.
Of course! Reiji had forgotten about his hat! Ah, silly man. A soft blush betrayed him and dared position itself upon cheeks, adorning the man’s cheerful features with its rosey pink tone; a color that matched perfectly the warm smile offered to the femme. His own laugh gladly joined hers; even if neither had said anything, the silliness of the situation was really amusing! They’d really done it again~. But, as usual, as if called to act as soon as s h e was nearby, arms seized frame in a tight embrace, an excuse to tug closer and keep there. Then, breaking the torturing spell that haunted him, her forgiving words made it all better immediately! Firmly holding her by the waist, he picked her up and twirled her about playfully, settling her back on the feet once more soon after.
“Aaahh! I’m glad~!”
Truly happy!
Both hands moved, however, from her waist… sliding up the sides of the goddess’ sides until they halted on either side of her lovely facial structure; lingering there while hues stared down into her own eyes, the gems of her face, with an adoring air about him. Leaning down, lips found their corresponding pair and pressed gently but with an equal sense of longing, of desire and… affection. It was like those perfect kisses – where there’s enough pressure and passion, but nothing that would lead to anything obvious beyond lovely and innocent affection. Sadly, he retreated; yet kept his composure.
“I love you~.”
