night time simplifies. (tae)

[allie]

continuing from this event.

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when ryūsuke accepted her offer she almost sighed in relief. it would have been unimaginably embarassing to have been declined, but she sort of knew that he wouldn't. after their little moment against the wall she doubted he was going to back out. his little stutter on the word yes had her smiling at him in amusement. she opened the door and waited for him to come inside. the lobby was dimly lit, and right in front was a set of stairs leading up to the second floor, miyako's floor. she shut the lobby door behind ryūsuke and taking his hand if he let her, would started to lead him up the stairs to her actual front door. another fumbling with her keys and it opened with a click, swinging around to show a cute, charming little apartment that didn't have too much clutter but was homely and sweet.

first there was the lounge room, then in the left corner her kitchen, and to the right was a hall way leading off to the bathroom and her room. it was small but big enough for one person. more so modern in style rather than some of the more traditional places in konoha but she liked it. she had nice furniture, mostly dark chocolate or black, the kitchen was spacious even for a small place. there was a container of brownies on the bench, a full to the brim fridge and a pantry you would think fed an entire family. miyako cooked a lot. she wondered if he was hungry? for food, that is.

the place was clean, too, save for the books scattered over the place and a couple empty cans and bottles of various alcohol from earlier. normally she would be all over that, cleaning up any visible mess, over conscious about having a tidy house. she easily managed to ignore that in favour of putting all her attention on ryūsuke though. she turned around to him after closing the door. she was biting her lip again. she just wanted to kiss him. but she'd come home to get changed, right? and she'd offered him something to drink. she swallowed nervously.

"m-make yourself at home." she walked over to the kitchen and turned the kettle on. "what kind of tea do you like? or would you rather coffee? ..are you hungry?" her string of questions could have been endless as she started to rummage around the pantry for her collection of tea. maybe he wanted something a little stronger? she spotted a few bottles of various alcohol. "or would you like something stronger to drink?" god she was bad at this. however gracious a host she could be other times, she was fairly much a mess right now.

[Trigga]

Night normally was the beacon was rest and rejuvenation, however, this perfectly painted scenery of purple and black would send word to something more corporeal. Opening her door after leading him up the lengthy staircase, she took him by the hand. Her fingers, soft and frigid, continued to lay flaccid upon his larger appendages, though it felt as if her hand was the perfect fit as the Uchiha would soon cross the threshed and enter into a new environment—her home.

It was cozy. Eyes, still calm, began scanning his surroundings—a habit he developed through “work” and took home with him involuntarily. Rarely did he allow himself—even inebriated—become ignorant to his location at all times if he could help it. The Lounge room was well-decorated and acted as a haven for a series of books and what appeared to not lack in any definite genre. This place, Ashura would appreciate the wealth of knowledge that rested before his father; hell, Ryūsuke himself was quite the scholar and enjoyed the occasional reading. While he didn’t find it odd for a Librarian to have plentiful books, though what Ryūsuke was more concerned with was the woman that owned this inviting apartment.

“Huh?” His attention swiftly averting towards Miyako as she had already made her way around towards her kitchen, inquiring to what type of drink he’d prefer—or food he’d like to eat. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make us drinks while you change, if that’s fine with you of course.” He’d smile that accustomed and attractive smile of his as the man made his way towards her. It wouldn’t take long for him to breach the distance as he would then find himself resting behind her, his body pressed against hers and his hands clasping upon the glass and bottle of alcohol she possessed, all the while allowing her back to press against his chest.

This would probably be awkward for her, that’s if she didn’t enjoy him allowing their bodies to touch in such a sensual manner, though he would continue. “I’m sure you’re cold in those wet clothes—you go change, I’ll be here—with drinks—when you return.” He insisted, kissing her cheek from the back once more in attempts to sway her towards his proposal. He was quite proverbial with a kitchen, being a single parent and all; he knew exactly what he was doing. As for now, she had something to attend to and he could hold the fort down while she did so.

[allie]

you're thinking about this too much, miyako told herself. it was easy to be comfortable around this man. she'd picked up on that from their conversation earlier. she was just making it difficult for herself by getting herself so frazzled, when all she should be doing is going with the flow. as soon as she had decided on doing just that, ryūsuke took control - so to speak. she was looking over her shoulder at him, still standing in front of the pantry. she hadn't even noticed he had started walking over to her because of that god damn wonderful smile of his. but then he was pressed up behind her again, just resting there, in a way that made her feel so secure. she visibly relaxed and let him take the bottle and glass from her. he put her at easy with little more than a couple of words and smooth moves.

his reminder about her clothes perked her up though. she stayed against him long enough for him to kiss her cheek - the simple action sparking heat all through her again - before she turned around to face him and smiling, leaned up to kiss him. if he didn't pull back, she'd hold the kiss for a few lasting moments, hands delicately placed; one on his shoulder, the other on his cheek. it was a closed eye, innocent kind of kiss; a held back one that had a promise of more to come. she pulled away slowly, smiling shyly as she looked up into his eyes one last time before untangling herself from him and slipping out the kitchen, through the lounge, down the hall and into her bedroom.

as soon as miyako was safely out of sight in her room she almost collapsed on her bed. what in the world was that man doing to her? she ran her fingers through her hand and tousled it up a bit. she forgot to close her door, leaving it half open when she turned on a lamp on her bedside table to dimly light the room. her room was like the rest of her apartment, moderately sized, with a queen size bed in the middle, simple furniture. her bed covers were white with red flower patterns, she had a few photos of family and friends on the walls and her dresser. more books were scattered about on the bedside tables and there was even another bookcase in here. she picked up a few items of clothing from the floor, tidying up. satisfied with how it looked, she stripped off her dress and held it up for inspection with a sigh before throwing it in the clothes hamper. her shoes were next. it was the biggest feeling of relief she'd had in a while when she slipped out of them and chucked them in her closet. she hadn't noticed before but her feet were killing her.

left in her underwear, she started to rummage around her dresser for something to put on. what the hell was she supposed to put on, anyway? another pretty dress? pajamas? she sighed, shifting things around as she looked.

[Trigga]

Fate worked in the most mysterious of ways: sometimes exacting, and others evoking a debt that could never be repaid, no one could truly appreciate the weight that truly was destiny. A festival of sorts aimed to celebrate the return of the Niidaime, a grand event in itself, was easily disremembered the moment the man left the confines of the party’s district and entered into Miyako’s home. Ashura, the sole reason for his return, not by his side (and for good reason) as he would eventually spend the remainder of his evening with a beautiful woman, doing only god knew what with her, and after what? Conversation that was sparked arbitrarily by a child’s pure, though inane intentions and a few drinks? Yes, this was fate—this was destiny—and it worked its magic in the most anomalous of manners.

She turned to him, accepted his kiss, and in glee, returned one of her own. It was long-lasting and held such profound affluence despite being the simplest of touches; it gave the man hope for more to come. Sliding under his arms, though never allowing her eyes to amble, he did the same, looking at her, thoroughly enjoying one more sip as he watched her exit. Hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave, a humorous thought, though honest to the bones in his body, Ryūsuke smiled as he turned to the counter, continuing the concoction he was fermenting for the two.

Red wine, sophisticated—this woman sure had a fine taste in various things; her drinking being one of them. Popping it open, allowing minute vapors to lift into the air, he smelt the top and shivered in contentment. This would taste pleasant he thought to himself, pouring two classes, allowing each drop to fill the crystal glass to the brim until he suddenly stopped. Turning his head, peering down the modestly sized hallway, he noticed the door to Miyako’s room wasn’t completely closed. What if the wind pushed it open? What if she forgot and he accidentally saw something he shouldn’t have?

Placing the glasses down, and stepping away from the counter, the blue-haired Shinobi made his way down the hall. Some noise escaping through the crack in the entry, signifying some action within the room, Ryūsuke had all the intention of simply closing the door and walking off—well, that was until he actually arrived there. Hand firmly pressed against the knob, he sighed, closing it, though not entirely, and it wasn’t until his eyes widened, then lowered in calm tranquility that the man opened it, allowing himself to enter.

“I apologize, I shouldn’t have entered..” Ryūsuke exclaimed, though not in a shameful tone as he looked on, glazing at the desirability that was the woman’s body—laced only in the lingerie she worn under her dress. His eyes, they were so calm and devoid of everything but sensual appeal as he continued to look at her, and from that point, he approached and as he did so, did the door behind him close behind. Instinct took over once more and from this point, the night would elevate to something more intense.

The Uchiha, he was about to Dive In.

Splash

[allie]

miyako was still fumbling around for clothes when ryūsuke came in. she hadn't noticed his presence at all, which wasn't surprising considering the caliber of this man. maybe that's what she liked about him? the pure strength. either way, as she was bending over to check her bottom drawer for her shorts, miyako was taken completely by surprise when he spoke behind her. her head bumped one of the handles on the dresser as she jumped to stand up straight. "ow ow ow," she hissed without grace, rubbing the top of her head. her back was still to him, but she knew he was in the room, and he was seeing everything.

she didn't know what to say.

normally she'd have a grace to try and cover herself up, being half naked in her underwear and all, but he'd already seen it by now so why should she be embarrassed? that didn't stop the blush that spread across her cheeks, however. she swallowed, considering her options. work with it, or throw something at him? she was wearing really nice underwear at least. black lace panties that barely covered anything and a bra to match. her hair was doing a good job of covering her up a bit, too; the long, curling blonde locks were cascading down her back and over her shoulders. what was she supposed to say to him? damn right you shouldn't have entered? actually thank you, because that just saved us a bit of time? miyako wasn't entirely sure what she wanted anymore, but she knew him being in here now was along the right track. she chewed on her lip.

rather than saying something, she looked over her shoulder at him, her expression unsure but at the same time inviting. slowly, she pulled her hair over so that it rested over her right shoulder, and as she did that, she turned around to face him. she felt so bare. confidence wasn't really one of her key traits but she managed to pull off something close to it as she leaned back against the dresser and gave ryūsuke a kind of look that said "well what are you waiting for".

[Trigga]

Maybe sneaking up on her wasn’t the greatest idea—it wasn’t. Ryūsuke grimaced in pain as the blonde goddess banged her head against the knobs of her dresser. Though before she did so, his eyes held a more alarming stare as she busted it wide open for the niidaime—involuntarily of course—where he could see the outline of it. Regardless, his thoughts swiftly shifted back to those of distress as he attempted to call out, though she gathered herself in time to stop him from potentially ruining what would happen next. She was introverted, and somewhat of a klutz, though she was strong, and quite fascinating.

The mood would soon after transfer to the setting Ryūsuke unconsciously contributed to. Chewing on her lip—a trademark she had expressed several times over when she wanted to hint towards her sexual nature had occurred and the way her eyes rested upon the man, it was as if she was feasting upon his frame. Fortunately, his own did the same and while his hands move to unbutton several of his shirts buttons, revealing just a portion of what seemed to be a god’s physique sculpted upon a human vessel, she invited him to take control once more. He’d oblige.

Forever Yours

It didn’t take long, and while it was a subtle move, his dress shirt hovered towards the ground and the Uchiha—now shirtless—motioned towards her. He didn’t pause or what for her to start and before she could react, their lips touched once more as his arms wrapped around her waist. She’d be lifted from the ground, her inner thighs pressed against his mid waist as he effortlessly moved them towards the bed. No words needed to be said, and while he laid her out, spread upon her sheets, he would soon glide over her, allowing his lips to slide from her mouth, to her neck and then anywhere she wanted them to go. What happened next would stay behind the closed door.

[allie]

the next morning wasn't a birds chirping, waking up to soft kisses and cuddles kind of morning for miyako. it was eight forty three am, by the alarm clock on her bedside table, when she finally opened her eyes. she was snuggled up to a pillow, naked under the sheets, alone. she stayed like that for at least ten minutes, listening out for any signs of activity in the apartment. maybe he was cooking breakfast? having a shower? she hoped, but as much as she tried to hear something, she couldn't. she closed her eyes and buried her face in the pillow she was clinging onto. she couldn't even remember if he'd stayed after they.. finished. just thinking about that had her blushing. as grumpy as she was that he wasn't here in bed with her, she had to admit that last night was beyond words. she remembered passing out from exhaustion afterwards, and she was sore enough now to know just how good it had been. sore in the good way, that is. getting up was going to be an effort. she wanted to keep on sleeping, close her eyes and open them later in hopes that he'd just be there. but no, she needed to shower.

reluctantly, she sat up in bed, wrapping the sheet around herself. gingerly she got to her feet, grimacing. with a lot of work she made it to her bathroom and into the shower. the water was hot as it pelted down on her back. she'd tied her hair up in a messy bun. she wasn't up to washing this morning. she hadn't drunk much, but she still felt pretty seedy from the alcohol. sake didn't agree with her too well. sighing, she washed herself slowly, thanking her lucky stars that she didn't have to work today. she wasn't in that working kind of mood today. the smell of her strawberries and cream body wash brightened her up a little, though. still, all she could think about was waking up alone. she'd thought ryūsuke had enjoyed himself, enjoyed her company. enough at least to stay for breakfast. maybe she had him pinned entirely wrong? frustrated, miyako turned off the water and got out to dry herself.

she dressed in an over large white t-shirt, underwear and chose to ignore pants. the shirt only covered half of her ass but what did it matter? it was just her and her books today. grumpily, she made her way out to her lounge room and made a bee line for the kitchen. seeing the wine glasses on her counter left a lump in her throat. ignoring it, she opened the fridge and bent over to inspect her options for breakfast.

[Trigga]

Last night couldn’t be expressed in mere words; a language that lacked true emotion and substance. No, the events that had transpired not even six hours ago was something only the body, heart and soul could truly articulate in jargon.

As Miyako angrily festered through her refrigerator, possibly looking for food, she would soon find that wasn’t needed. “You’re awake?” A familiar voice inquired as her door soon bounced back, progressively—a loosely dressed figure entering as a mane of blue followed. Ryūsuke had returned, dressed in his clothes from last night, though his appearance wasn’t nearly as fresh as she would remember it. Having used her shower prior, and simply putting his clothes back on, he had exited rather quickly while she slept—slumbered heavily even—to make one special errand. As he entered back into the room, she would probably notice several things: one being he wasn’t in bed with her when she came to, and secondly, a new, foreign smell; regardless, the aroma was quite pleasant.

He could see the exacerbation on her face, even without the activation of his sharingan and had a good idea of where it came from; this alone brought a light smile to his face as he moved towards the dining room table. “I didn’t want to wake you with cooking—you were sleeping so peacefully—so I went out to grab you breakfast instead.” His words speaking true if she decided to investigate his claim, would she find several bags now residing upon her table, steam levitating from a few of them as differing scents casted conflicting, though tasteful attraction upon the room.

Moving towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist, he once again, allowed his lips to touch her cheeks—not sure if she wanted him to kiss her on her lips—after last night and this morning’s events of course and took her by the hand. As magical as last night was for him, he didn’t know where her mind was now, especially with his sudden leave, for now, he wanted to alleviate as much pain and frustration as possible; food did that for anyone.

”Would you care to join me for breakfast? It seems you’re kinda hungry anyways.”

[allie]

ryūsuke had a really bad tendency of sneaking up behind her. miyako thankfully was on her game enough not to bump her head this time though. instead, she continued to glare into her fridge. her anger was already smoothing over into relief, but she could still play on it. pouting, she stood up and turned around to face him, closing the fridge door as she did. the first thing she wanted to do was kiss him. she didn't even notice the food he was carrying until he set it down on the table. his explanation about where he had disappeared off to had her smiling despite herself. she relaxed immediately, any signs of being upset were completely gone. she didn't know what to say or think. she hadn't expected him to come back. she also had to admit that she hadn't expected him to be there in the morning, in the first place. but here he was, standing in front of her, here. she almost laughed at how ridiculously cheery she felt about that.

"i wasn't sleeping peacefully," she muttered, picking up on his little comment and blushing hotly at the thought. "i was out of it. you pretty much knocked me out last night." she gave him a pretend kind of frown, although in truth she wasn't upset at all by that fact. when his arms wrapped around her waste she sighed pleasantly. as good as he was in bed, miyako was starting to think that she enjoyed these simple touches the best. the little kiss on her cheek, too. she smiled prettily, wrapping her arms around his neck loosely, head titled to the side as she regarded him with a soft expression. his mention of breakfast made her snap to attention though. miyako had a healthy appetite, especially after last night. she wanted to stay like this for a little while longer, however.

"you're wonderful," she sighed. leaning up, she kissed him delicately on the lips. if he allowed it, she'd deepen the kiss a little further, moving her mouth against his sensually, sweetly. she had brushed her teeth in the shower, so hopefully he wouldn't mind the taste of peppermint toothpaste.

[Trigga]

“Knocked out?” He murmured in confusion, his eyes veering upwards towards the ceiling in attempts to take him from reality and gather his thoughts. A ditzy thing to do, really, especially after preforming the way he did last night. Nonetheless, these were the things that were unique to his character. He didn’t know everything, he simply acted on impulse; his lifestyle was bordered by morality and instinct, nothing more and nothing less. It took him a moment, and the furtherance of her comment, to truly understand what she meant. This alone allowed a tint of rose to highlight his lightly-tanned cheeks. Trying at first, he soon took it for what it was meant to be—a compliment.

Smiling, he laughed lightly, allowing her to kiss his lips, extending it deeper. Before pulling away, he allowed one hand to slide up her side, soon testing a single strand of blonde that hung over her eye as he moved it aside; all the while still peering into her deep ocean blue eyes. “Oooooh~ I thought you meant I hurt you.” He possibly did, in the right way, her posture was rather lax and she still seemed somewhat drained; maybe he overexerted himself? Shaking his head to his own thoughts, Miyako would see everything he did, and possibly come to the conclusion that he was lost in thought, though he snapped out of it soon enough.

“Ah, yes—breasfast. I got Miso Soup, Natto, Nori, Tamagoyaki, Broiled Fish and loads more.” He expressed cheerfully, sliding from her arms and dressing the table with the many dishes he purchased while out. “I didn’t know what you enjoyed eating, so I got a little of everything. This way I can get an idea of what to get next time?” Did he just say what he thought he did? Yes, next time. After last night, he couldn’t see himself simply leaving for good; it wasn’t within his character nor did his heart favor doing that to Miyako or himself.

[allie]

hurt her? she laughed softly at the thought. sure, she was a little sore at the moment - okay, a lot sore - but he hadn't hurt her. the soreness was like the one she got after a really intense workout. except it was a lot more pleasant. she was satisfied, in lesser words. watching him go through his own inner thoughts, miyako smiled, amused. she could really get used to this guy. he was cute, in that manly kind of way - as silly as that sounded. she played with his hair as she thought about that, finally seeing it in daylight enough to appreciate its strange colour and length. she had never been much of a fan for guys with long hair, but ryūsuke was pulling it off ridiculously well. she pouted when he slipped away from her to start placing the various plates of food he'd bought back. the table was filled up within moments, her mouth was already watering. kissing and cuddling could wait for later.

as miyako was taking a seat at the table she almost fell into it when he said next time. sure, she hoped for it, but she hadn't been sure if that's what he wanted. when she'd turned around to see him in her apartment again she had thought maybe this was just going to be a day thing; maybe he was just nice enough to come back. she hadn't thought that he would already be thinking about a next time. as surprised as she was, she smiled at him. eventually she managed to regain her senses, sitting down in her chair. she didn't know what to say first.

thank you for the food, everything looks absolutely delicious? because it did. thank you for coming back, you're lucky that you did? because he would have been dead (again) if hadn't. or thank you for unknowingly assuring her that there would be a next time? because lord knew she wanted there to be plenty of next times. she had to wonder though, what he considered a "next time" to be. surely if he was bringing breakfast back to her, he wasn't in it just for the physical side of things? did he want more, or..? she stopped herself short. it was too soon for that, right? there was time enough later to suss that out.

"i eat anything," she finally responded. "i-i mean i like food. especially barbeque. this is all lovely." she smiled, picking out a pair of chopsticks, an empty plate and soon she was loading up her plate. before she started to eat, she remembered something. "where's ashura? i don't even think we checked on him last night..." miyako knew the boy was a jounin and had probably been fending for himself for a while but now that he had his step-father back-- oh god. ryūsuke had only just gotten back from death and miyako had stolen him away from ashura for the night. she suddenly felt horrible.

[Trigga]

“Ashura is just fine.” He exclaimed, reaching over the table and pulling one container closer to him. Not long after did that same ampoule find its filled Barbeque poultry held directly in front of the woman. After hearing she favored the saucy melodies of sauced pork and other foods, he knew exactly where to reach. It was like magic—the way he simply made things materialize when Miyako asked for it. Done from the goodness of his heart and in gratitude of last night, this was the least he could do. Maybe next time he could actually prepare a meal designed specifically for her—no eating out, no ordering, but a meal made from the man who spend to spend a many more nights with the stunning Librarian.

“He’s a good boy and deserves time to simply be himself. I just got back, but I refuse to suffocate him.” Truthfully, Ryūsuke knew within these walls—Konohagakure—that boy was a safe as he could be directly by his side. Everyone knew him, and he wasn’t ignorant to where his home was. After worrying for so long, Ashura needed one thing—relaxation. Fortunately, Miyako was present and could compulsorily take him away from the situation or else the blue-haired Uchiha would habe probably been waking up a room over from the boy. No, Ashura needed time to himself, he needed time to soak in everything that has happened since his return. He needed a vacation and a rest—even the strongest of man deserved time off from apprehension.

Pulling a chair directly next to her, and fixing his own plate, filling it with an array of ood, a pair of chopsticks soon found refuge in his grasp. “And well, Ashura brought us together—I think us spending one day together is exactly what he wanted.” He mentioned in recognition of Miyako’s demeanor changing from cheerfully inclined to something more melancholic. Beyond her beauty, intelligence, and silliness, this woman was motherly. Maybe that’s what attracted Ashura the most, considering his situation. Hell, it was even taking its effect on Ryūsuke, and in a positive light at that.

“Now, just relax and try this.” Picking up a piece of well-seasoned barbeque fish, he would allow his chopsticks to move the food towards Miyako’s mouth; his trademark smile present as he did so in attempts to allow her to ‘eat off his plate’ in a sense.

[allie]

and just like that, ryūsuke eased her worry and reassured her. miyako sighed in relief, but she was still a little worried. what had ashura gotten up to the night before? did he make it home alright? was he wondering where ryūsuke was now? she bit her lip and focused on not focusing on her worries. ashura was fine, ryūsuke said, she just had to trust that. she happily accepted the barbeque poultry he offered and the various other things he managed to find for her. he was really good at this. being perfect. she was just waiting, now, to figure out what the catch for it all was. did he have a bad temper? was he a player? there had to be something. there wasn't a male in existence who was this wonderful. it hasn't even been twenty four hours yet, miyako chided herself. there was time enough to figure him out. for now she could enjoy herself with him.

"good boy" was a bit of an understatement. ashura was a lovely child. he was already well set in his career, well mannered, cheerful enough and healthy. and it seemed he and ryūsuke were a good team. she was glad they had each other. his comment about ashura's true motives at setting them in made her chuckle, nodding her head in agreement as she ate and listened. cheeky as it was for him to set them up, miyako was more than thankful for ashura's matchmaking skills. she hadn't had such a good night in a long time, and her morning was undoubtedly going to be just as good. she was going to have to thank him for that; on the down low, though, casually. maybe she'd bake him something? she hadn't baked in a couple of weeks.

when ryūsuke offered her to try his barbeque fish she frowned at it. she'd never been fed by someone before. how was her pride supposed to fair with that? she swallowed the mouthful of food she already had, though, licking her lips. strangely enough though his smile put her at easy, her expression softening as she parted her lips and closed around the fish. she wasn't meaning to make it sexual at all, but the way she slowly took the piece of fish off of his chopsticks and chewed appreciatively, swallowed and licked her lips again would have made anyone think of something else.

"that's actually really good," she perked up, ruining her unintended little moment. being her easily over familiar self, she used her chopsticks to take some more of the fish. "you're really good at this," she said quietly as she picked out food from the dishes. "being ridiculously charming, that is."

[Trigga]

The manner in which she accepted the small portion of food reminded the man of their night together: Carnal, passionate, and provoking. If she noticed her approach, it mattered little; being conscious and mindful or simply ignorant to something so enthralling didn’t change the fact that a certain area of the man’s body spiked beneath the table frenziedly. Those fabled Morning woods that a man didn’t want showcasing unless behind closed doors with a woman, the Uchiha fidgeted in discomfort. Turning his head away from her, attempting to ease his mind and, other head, he crossed his legs as he sighed in relief. If only she knew, taking a sip of coffee he also purchased, Ryūsuke didn’t want to make it awkward, so he returned his sights to the woman.

“Oh? Well, I guess its natural?” He replied with a soft laughter, taking another sip of his drink as he attempted to disguise the blush along his cheeks manifested by her comment. Charming was something he had been called for quite some time, and his charisma became all the more apparent during his times as the Leader of the Hidden Leaf. He was charismatic and commanding—as a leader—and everyone was aware of this. Nonetheless, it seemed more genuine when coming from this particular woman. Everything seemed richer when it came from her mouth, of course.

Eating more, watching Miyako do the same, he couldn’t help but to smile at her. She had such energy, but spoke of being exhausted just moments ago; food was definitely something he could do after nights like those in the near future. “About last night--- I enjoyed it.” Ryūsuke exclaimed again, taking a bite of a piece of toast as he turned his eyes upon the blonde beauty. Simply thinking of last night didn’t do well in alleviating the sexual frustration that flustered out of control below, though it made him content knowing he was allied back into her home after something so physical.

[allie]

natural, huh? she could believe that easily enough. maybe he was just born perfect. he was an uchiha, after all. she did get some satisfaction from the blush she noticed spreading along his cheeks though. it made her smile, then grin, then giggle. he was so easy to be around, she realised. maybe that was what was making her feel so attracted to him so quickly? sure, she was physically attracted to him, but it was quickly getting to be something much deeper than that. it had been a while since she'd felt like this with a guy; comfortable and eager. usually she wasn't so quick to like them. on most levels ryūsuke was still a complete stranger to her. but on others, especially more intimate levels, he was becoming something much more than that. she just hoped it was going too quickly. lord knew the messy kinds of relationships that happened when things were rushed.

she was midway through chewing a mouthful of barbeque when ryūsuke said he enjoyed last night. thankfully she didn't choke on it, but she did noticeably falter. she stopped chewing; staring at the food on the table. it wasn't as if miyako was a timid, shy little thing. she had obviously of had sex before, had boyfriends and partners and friends, she'd even had one night stands. there was just something about ryūsuke that caught her off guard and had her acting like a teenage girl. one minute she could be confident, casual, hell even sexy - but then the next she could be blushing and bumbling. get it together, she told herself. quickly regaining her cool, miyako finished chewing her mouthful and swallowed, washing it down with some tea.

"it was.." she sighed, trying to find the words for it, "well, it was the best i've had." she said this truthfully, not trying to boost his ego or anything, simply being honest. for saying something like that she was surprisingly collected. no blushing, no stuttering. "had i not have known better - i wouldn't have believed you'd only recently gotten back from the dead, so to speak," she added a little cheekily.