Kamiyama Mitsuko (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} foxylady) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-07-08 01:51:00 |
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Friday: February 1, 2008
Who: Mitsuko and Irei
When: Evening
Where: Irei and Sascha's place
What: Post-coital discussion of recent events
Italics=Japanese dialogue
Mitsuko was still panting as she pulled herself off of Irei and laid down alongside him on the bed. Her flesh was slicked with sweat and her long hair clung to her skin. She reached to the bedside table and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and lighter with slightly trembling hand.
They hadn't spoken when she'd come in. She'd simply strolled into the bungalow and when she found Irei, she kissed him furiously and they'd tumbled into his bedroom. She didn't want talk, she didn't want to discuss her feelings. She wanted to forget, to lose herself in the pleasure of another body. Irei seemed to have no objections and things had progressed.
Her mind had been plagued by the events of late. Hayate's imprisonment. Adrienne's attack. Adrienne...
Mitsuko's mother had told her not to become attached to people. That they would always let you down. Adrienne had not let her down... It was even worse. Adrienne had almost died. It was a hurt Mitsuko had never really experienced before. No one she'd cared about had ever died, as she'd never opened up enough to care about anyone. Now that she had, it frightened her. Even worse, it couldn't have been Hayate who had done it. Mitsuko was certain it had been him who had hurt so many people in Elysium. But now, there seemed to be someone else...
When Mitsuko was troubled like this, she turned to the one thing she knew could take her mind off of it.
It had worked, for a moment. Irei was skilled and the pleasure had clouded her mind while they writhed together in his bed. But with passions now cooled, the dark thoughts began to creep back into her mind.
Mitsuko lit both cigarettes and held one out to Irei. She ran her foot up and down his calf idly, her expression one of pensive uncertainty.
"Irei-kun...." Mitsuko started, worrying her lower lip slightly. But as soon as his name left her mouth, her query seemed ridiculous. She averted her gaze, a curtain of dark hair obscuring her face. "Nevermind. It's hardly good pillow talk."
Who: Mitsuko and Irei
When: Evening
Where: Irei and Sascha's place
What: Post-coital discussion of recent events
Italics=Japanese dialogue
Mitsuko was still panting as she pulled herself off of Irei and laid down alongside him on the bed. Her flesh was slicked with sweat and her long hair clung to her skin. She reached to the bedside table and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and lighter with slightly trembling hand.
They hadn't spoken when she'd come in. She'd simply strolled into the bungalow and when she found Irei, she kissed him furiously and they'd tumbled into his bedroom. She didn't want talk, she didn't want to discuss her feelings. She wanted to forget, to lose herself in the pleasure of another body. Irei seemed to have no objections and things had progressed.
Her mind had been plagued by the events of late. Hayate's imprisonment. Adrienne's attack. Adrienne...
Mitsuko's mother had told her not to become attached to people. That they would always let you down. Adrienne had not let her down... It was even worse. Adrienne had almost died. It was a hurt Mitsuko had never really experienced before. No one she'd cared about had ever died, as she'd never opened up enough to care about anyone. Now that she had, it frightened her. Even worse, it couldn't have been Hayate who had done it. Mitsuko was certain it had been him who had hurt so many people in Elysium. But now, there seemed to be someone else...
When Mitsuko was troubled like this, she turned to the one thing she knew could take her mind off of it.
It had worked, for a moment. Irei was skilled and the pleasure had clouded her mind while they writhed together in his bed. But with passions now cooled, the dark thoughts began to creep back into her mind.
Mitsuko lit both cigarettes and held one out to Irei. She ran her foot up and down his calf idly, her expression one of pensive uncertainty.
"Irei-kun...." Mitsuko started, worrying her lower lip slightly. But as soon as his name left her mouth, her query seemed ridiculous. She averted her gaze, a curtain of dark hair obscuring her face. "Nevermind. It's hardly good pillow talk."