[Weiß Kreuz] Sexy
Title: Sexy Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang Fandom: Weiß Kreuz Pairing or POV: Aya, Ken, Omi (about Crawford) Written For: raighne Special Note: Jami wanted me to write from the point of view of my muses, since the actual characters pretty well dislike Crawford, and the point was to hear them talking about what they thought of Crawford. It was fun!
There is a phrase that Trio believes was coined by a very wise author. It is the phrase 'long, dark tea-time of the soul.' She's not entirely sure what it means, but she likes the phrase. However, for the setting today, it is far past tea-time, and into the 'well-lit bath time of the soul.' Bathing in groups conserves water, after all. And promotes good relations.
"What do you MEAN, 'he's sexy'?!" Ken demanded, glaring at Omi. He was dripping from head to foot - even his hair, newly cleaned, still shone with water, the water on his flustered, angry face made him seem almost amusing. At least, that was what Aya assumed, since he was watching Omi giggle and stick his tongue out in lieu of answering Ken. "Omi, you can NOT be serious! Sexy!? Seriously!? HOW?!"
Omi sighed, laughing again and sinking deeper into the warm water as he let its heat soak into his muscles. "I mean he's sexy, Ken. What word don't you understand?" The teen's words only made Ken angrier, and it took Aya reaching out and curling an arm around Ken's shoulders before the brunette could launch himself at Omi. Inwardly, Aya shook his head, wondering if anyone would believe that he was the sanest of the bunch. But Omi wasn't done yet. "He's good to me, and always there when I really need him and... well... sexy."
"Sexy," Ken repeated flatly, shoving away from Omi to press his back against the tub. Aya relaxed.
"Physically," Omi explained helpfully. Aya moved back, catching Ken's shoulders again. That last point had been a valid one.
When Ken surged forward, Aya shoved into his way. And when he moved, he caught Ken off-guard. Their lips met, held for a long moment, then parted, and Ken shoved himself out of the water in a huff. "I need to talk to Yoji," he snarled to Omi and Aya, back ramrod straight.
Aya watched him go, barely able to keep from touching the faint tingle in his lips. "Yoji?" Omi questioned, and Aya nodded distantly, barely aware of the question.