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[ He reaches for the remote, managing to shut off the TV with only a little bit of difficulty. Goro then carries her down the hall, and when it's only when he arrives to the door of his room where he has to even adjust to carrying her. He adjusts his grip on her thigh, taking a moment to make sure she is secure in his arms before he opens the door.

He kicks it closed.

Thankfully, he's a lot more graceful as he sets her down on the edge of his bed. Compared to the rest of the apartment, his room was relatively plain. He's never quite had many personal effects, and perhaps this comes to a surprise as he's been trying to learn more about himsef. ]

Better?

[ She's rather impressed by his ability to maneuver around with her in his arms, forgetting it's not as if she weighs a tonne. By the time they reach Goro's room and the door is closed and Haru's on the bed, she almost misses that feeling of being in his arms.

She certainly liked where his hands were before... she can still feel herself vibrating with excitement, trying to control herself so she doesn't come across as too eager before him. ]

Yes, that's definitely... oh!

[ As a finger traces the spot where Goro's hands had been, Haru notices a tear in her stocking that splits the fabric down the seam. Well, they weren't the same lavish materials that she used to purchase back home. It was probably going to rip one of these days. ]

That's okay! I have plenty more...

Oh...

[ He almost laughs, a light airy chuckle spilling from his lips. It's almost cliche that his watch happened to catch her stockings, to happen to tear them at the seam, to make this a little more than just kissing. Goro's careful (cautious) as he inspects the tear, running his thumb over skin and stocking, trying to keep his breath even. ]

I'll buy you a new pair.

[ He says quietly, eyes lifting from the tear, from her skin (almost guilty that he's thinking beyond just kissing that he promised), to capture her lips once more. Focus on this, focus on her - if anyone deserves to be treated with reverence it's Haru. He plants his hands on either side of her hip, a grounding reminder that he should keep them there.

And not up her skirt, not trying to tear off her leggings, not caressing her hips ---]

[ Goro's laughter and his offer earns a soft giggle from her, even as her heart continues to beating like a drum in her chest. She's barely saddened about the stockings anymore, her focus on Goro, where his hands are and the urge to draw them right back to her thighs strong and tempting.

Haru glances around the bed, noting the plainness of the room, then pulls herself up so Goro can come join her. Her breathing is a little shaky, quick and heavy with excitement as she takes his hand in hers to gently guide him over. When he's close enough she reaches forward, meeting his lips after what feels like it's been ages between here and the living room. She can't help the little satisfactory sigh that escapes her as she presses her lips to his, her stomach in nervous knots and chest brimming with an energy she's trying to restrain.

As she settles against him, her hand delicately cups the side of Goro's face and she shifts as close as she can while supporting herself on one arm. She fumbles once or twice with her kisses, her antsy movements still getting the best of her when she bumps his nose again or she pulls back apprehensively, a low, sheepish laugh following. ]

Edited 2019-11-18 18:18 (UTC)

[ He hesitates, briefly, so briefly it's hardly noticeable if you weren't looking as he follows her up onto the bed. It escapes him on what he should do with his hands (his mind racing ahead of him from the point of where they were in their relationship), cupping her face to brush his thumb across her cheek carefully, using the leverage he had currently to just admire her.

Goro takes a moment adjust their position, having to pull away to move her legs to either side of his hips to make this a little easier. Once he's satisfied (he's not but one step at a time), he finds himself cradling the back of her head, kissing her sweetly, not caring that they're fumbling along through this.

To him? It was perfect.]

[ Her heart nervously leaps when Goro adjusts her legs, for a moment, her own mind jumping to conclusions she isn't prepared for. When he stops at simply adjusting their position she relaxes, instinctively bracing her legs against his hips.

While curiosity begets her, the pacing now is best left as is. She isn't sure she's ready to do anything more than let their hands and mouths explore each other.

And speaking of...

A hand of hers drifts up his arm, over his shoulder and into his hair, running her fingers through it once more. Goro's hair is quite soft and she idly wonders what his secret to it is as she gently curls her fingers around it. She doesn't tug the ends, mindful of her grip as she kisses him back a little more fervently this time.

She sighs, a touch wistful against his mouth, but when she pulls back in this time, ever so slightly does she open her mouth to coax him further in, the hand pressed to Goro's face sliding to his shoulder to rest against it. Her fingers gently dig in as if to hint she wants — no, needs — him to accept the invitation and satiate her curiosity. ]

[ How could he deny her?

He rests his hand on her thigh, thumb barely running over skin left revealed by her stocking. He feels like he's crashing forward into new territory, braving something much more difficult than it was with Akira. Akira? Was easy. Of course, he needed to prove himself, but it was much easier.

Haru? He would work to prove himself for the rest of his life as long as it made her smile. Goro's in too deep, he knows that, but it was easy to get lost in her as he brushes his tongue across her lips, accepting her invitation. Easy to lose his breath chasing after her lips. He hooks his thumb in her stocking, tentatively tugging before the fabric tears, splitting down her thigh towards her knee.

He definitely owed her new stockings. ]

[ In between longing kisses is laboured breathing, Haru's chest heaving upwards against Goro's, his name escaping her mouth in a hushed, soft tone, rolling off her tongue so easily. As his own tongue meets hers she leans further into him, only pulling back to let out a shuddering breath, then dips back toward him, his hair laced between her fingers now. It's gotten much longer, she thinks; she likes it this way. ]

Ah!

[ Her thigh already trembles against his hips as his thumb explores the exposed part of her leg, but then he rips into her stockings and it's her bare thigh against the fabric of his jeans and she gasps.

And then... she giggles against him, not quite sure why this is so amusing in the first place. Maybe she's a little delirious right now as she sinks into the bed with him hovering over her, their bodies pressing close and their lips moving faster and harder against one another. ]

... oh my, I think I feel dizzy.

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