G. R. Hatayama, MD (drgillybert) wrote in neogenesisrpg, @ 2009-01-16 16:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | gil hatayama, nana kimigawa |
Who: Gil Hatayama, Nana Kimigawa
What: Post-date
When: Saturday, Jan 10, nighttime
Where: Nana's Apartment
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Nana was practically floating on air when they returned to her apartment. She was incredibly happy - What a wonderful time they'd had tonight...! She'd known Gil for quite a while now, but she'd never imagined they'd be in this position. "Are you hungry?" she asked, giving him a warm smile. "I can cook something!"
"I think my stomach is too full from all of that overpriced concession stand food to eat anything. Maybe later." Gil said, shrugging off his jacket and hanging up on the hook by the door.
Nana nodded, then sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her. "I had a really fun time," she said, nodding. "Thank you very much for taking me."
"No, thank you." he countered, kicking off his boots by the door before taking a seat on the couch next to her. "I'm glad you had a good time."
The movie was a sci-fi comedy, her laughing next to him made him smile whenever he glanced at her. He caressed her cheek, adding softly, "I don't want this night to end."
She blushed prettily and shifted closer to him. "I don't, either," she said, leaning into his touch. "I've never had a nicer evening." She was being honest. This was the sort of thing she'd always sort of fantasized about. It was silly, but she wanted nothing more in life than to be happy with someone like him - Smart, nice, gentle...
He leaned forward, bringing his lips to hers. Sighing contentedly, through the week he wanted nothing more than to do just this.
Working beside her and not being able to show any outward signs of affection was difficult, as was pretending that their friendship had not changed. As happy as he was, word of their relationship could cause problems, and he didn't want to put her through it.
He ran his fingers through her hair as he pulled her closer, parting her lips with his own.
She was pleased when he kissed her, as she'd been wanting to kiss him all night but was too shy. She wasn't really used to being forward, and so was content to let him take the lead.
Gil wrapped his arms around her waist as he leaned over her on the couch. He continued to press only open kisses to her lips and groaned a little at his restraint.
Nana returned his kisses eagerly, and easily leaned back on the couch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, playing a little with his hair as she did.
"I hate...your couch." he murmured against her lips, a moan escaping with a rush of air as he felt her fingers brush against the nape of his neck. Half-sitting and half-laying over Nana, he cursed his height.
Nana giggled, pulling away from him slightly to look at him. She cupped his cheek and raised her eyebrows. "Why?"
"It's a couch made for short people." he laughed, lodging his complaint as he kissed her nose. "It's the armrests, if I tried to lie down with you I'd have to keep my feet up in the air, or on my back with my legs elevated."
She smiled at him and snuggled close when he kissed her nose. "Maybe... W-well." She blushed suddenly, tucking her chin in. "I-I have a bed, you know..."
"I can make do." Gil sighed, lightly turning up her chin between two fingers so that he could meet her eyes. "We don't have to rush anything, Nana."
"I wouldn't have said anything if I wasn't..." She looked at him, then looked away for a moment. "...If I wasn't okay with it." She trusted him completely, she'd known him long enough to know that he wouldn't hurt her if he could help it. They hadn't been dating, but they'd been friends, and that was almost better for knowing what kind of person he was, in her opinion. She turned back to look at him. "And," she added quietly, "...It's not as if we have our whole lives to wait... Is it?"
"I suppose we don't," he said, running his thumb against her cheek. It was an argument he had a weak defense for. The 'now or never' possibility was a specter that nagged in the back of his mind, and it screamed louder as his heart pounded in his chest. Trying to argue against something he wanted was hard enough.
"But that doesn't mean it's just the waiting...I don't think you should feel pressured to have sex now, even if it's not me pressuring you."
"I don't," she said honestly, pressing her cheek into his touch. She reached up and placed a hand over his. "B-but you shouldn't either? I mean, maybe it's silly but I'm not pressing anything... I don't expect..." If he didn't want to... with her...? The uncertainty was back. Where had it been all night? She was so sure of herself around Gil, but this was harder to handle. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lower lip in concentration as she searched for the right words.
"I don't feel pressured, the opposite in fact," he said, shaking his head as he took her hand and brought it to his lip. "Let's go to your room. Whatever happens, happens. I just want to be with you."
Nana smiled a bit, the usual blush tinging her cheeks a fetching pink. "Okay," she said shyly, then leaned forward and kissed him lightly before sitting up. "It's down this way," she said, though she was sure he had probably figured it was one of the two doors that weren't the bathroom.
He stood from the couch, following Nana into the room, his hands resting comfortably on her shoulders. She could lead him at least that far.
Nana opened her door and turned the lamp on. It was a small bedroom, but her personality shone through. She had a thick black comforter on her bed with white spots, and over the top of that was a hand crocheted afghan that she had made herself. There were a few plants here and there, and a bookshelf with way too many (or not enough?) books for one person on it, mostly fantasy and sci-fi novels. On her bedside table next to the lamp was a worn stuffed bear, and in one corner sat her computer.
"Definitely your room." Gil commented with a chuckle, lowering his head to kiss her shoulder and the side of her neck. His room was plain and boring in comparison. "Very cute."
"I'm glad you like it," she said. She then shivered as he kissed her, and turned around to wrap her arms around him again. "Cute?"
"No, very cute," he corrected, grasping her legs and lifting her so that they were wrapped around his waist. "Just like you."
She smiled, holding onto him tightly. This was faster than she had ever seen herself moving in this kind of relationship before, but it was fine just the same. She was happy with it. She knew in her heart that she could trust Gil, and she did. A lot of things had changed in her life and in the world, and the way she had to view the world and her future was different than her young fantasies. She cared about Gil in a way that was unfamiliar but wholly wonderful, and she would hate herself forever if she were paired off and never allowed herself the feeling of being with someone she cared so deeply for. "Thank you..."
Gil carried Nana over to the bed, resuming the kiss he had interrupted earlier, slipping his tongue through parted lips. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pausing to enjoy deepening the kiss. Gil ran his fingers over her back and shoulders.
Nana sighed and relaxed into his touch, letting her tongue touch his lightly. Her eyes were shut only just and her cheeks seemed to be permanently flushed. She slipped the fingers of one hand into his hair and the other cupped his cheek lovingly.
He drew her tongue into his mouth, emboldened by her touches. One hand settled on her hip, lightly pulling, encouraging the woman to shift closer to him, the other hand slipping beneath her blouse to pressure against her lower back.
She complied easily, feeling her most comfortable when they were close together. She squeaked and shivered lightly at the feel of his hand against her bare skin, but it was a pleasant feeling and she wrapped her arms around him tightly.
Gil gave a breathless laugh as he heard her squeak, moaning low in his throat as she pressed against him. He fanned his fingers against her back and ran his other hand along her side back down to her hip.
Nana hugged him tightly as they kissed, running her fingers lightly through his hair. She couldn't remember feeling like this before. It was... Wonderful. "Gil..," she breathed between kisses.
"Nana," he breathed and pressed a trail of kisses along her jawline to the side of her neck. Both hands slipped under Nana's blouse, his fingers traced lines of muscle and along the ridges of her spine.
She smiled, cuddling him close and letting out a happy sigh. "You really make me happy," she said softly, kissing his forehead as he kissed her neck. Their situation was... Well. She'd rather be with him now than regret never saying anything. She shifted beneath him and let go, lifting her arms up so he could pull her blouse off if he felt inclined.
Taking the invitation he pulled the blouse up and over Nana's head, tossing the garment aside. He hastily unbuttoned his overshirt and pulled it off with the shirt under it, then he drew Nana back into his arms, almost shuddering from the feel of more of her skin touching his.
"Ah..." Nana pressed up against him, eager to feel his body against hers. His skin was smooth and warm, and she shivered lightly, laying her head on his shoulder.
Gil ran fingers through her hair and down her back. He rolled over, laying Nana on her back on the bed against the pillows. Kissing the side of her neck down to her collarbone, he made a low appreciative noise in his throat. Propping himself up with one hand, he explored the feel of her skin with the other, running his hand up her side and cusped her breast.
Nana sighed, turning her head to one side so she could better watch what he was doing. A blush tinged her cheeks, but she didn't stop him, instead gently tracing his shoulder blade with her fingers. She had goosebumps, but whether from the cold or arousal, she didn't know. "Unn..."
He kissed a line from her collarbone up to her lips, moaning softly as his fingers traveled across her body in tender caresses. His hand slid down her stomach, working at the buckle of her pants.
A tingle shot up her body at the feel of his hands so close to her core. Nana squirmed under his touch. "Gil..." She wasn't sure what she wanted, exactly, but she reached down to help him undo her pants. She tried her best to help him slip them off.
He laughed awkwardly as her jeans caught at her knees, he moved off of her, crouching at her feet as he pulled them off. Nana's skin was already tinged read from the blush that spread from her cheeks down to her chest. "You're beatiful." he whispered, ignoring his own need to crawl up to bring his lips to hers.
"Th-thank you," she said, trying hard not to curl up and cover herself. She gave him a shy smile, then sat up to wrap her arms around him and kiss him. She'd never been this close to naked in front of anyone before, let alone in this position. "Gil, I should tell you..."
"You should tell me what?" he murmured, drawing his arms around her waist.
"I've never... So I might not be... I mean." She shrugged her shoulders, looking up at him. "I don't know for sure what to do."
"There's no right or wrong way," Gil said quietly, running a hand through her hair. "You know the anatomy and how things work...all you have to do is not think, but feel."
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Nana wasn't sure what to think. It was... She'd never imagined she could feel this way for a person, before, and lying here next to Gil cemented every good feeling she'd had about him from the strong admiration and tiny little crush she had when she first worked under him, to everything she'd been feeling these past few days. She let out a happy sort of sigh, and snuggled closer to him beneath her blankets.
Even if she did get paired with someone else... She was happy to have had this experience with him.
Gil held Nana closely to his chest and pressed small circles between her shoulder blades, his eyes closing as his pulse settled back to its normal rhythm. Whatever happened, he at least had this.