night time simplifies. (tae)

[Trigga]

When she spoke of him being—and truthfully—the best she had ever had, Ryūsuke almost choked on the small stub of pork in his mouth. It was cute, and while potentially life-threatening, he quickly passed the phase which would have placed him in a casket, again. The man wasn’t a novice to sex, and had explored several women before; all who of which expressed thankfulness in the night they shared with him. Nonetheless, after hearing her words, and giving the night itself some intuitive thinking, he came to the conclusion that it was mutual—her ability to work the muscles and mind of this man hadn’t been predated, nor succeeded. Dangerously enough, he felt something more profound when they touched.

Mimicking her actions (even without his sharingan), a glass of coffee soon found its contents drowning down the man’s throat. Sadly, he didn’t realize how hot it was. “Awwwwwwww!” He cringed, jumping from his seat, hopping around as if several thousand red ants festered upon his skin as his tongue wagged from his mouth—somewhat like a dehydrated dog. “Hewt…hewt” His words muffled and distorted, the man soon gathered himself as his eyes leveled with Miyako; his posture once wild and spontaneous gradually declining into a slouched stance.

“Aiii helt duh hame aye” I felt the same way, how easily a partially swollen, parched tongue could skew a sentence. His eyes were worn, and his facial expression, attempting to hold some charm while pain was visible. Ah, he was such a klutz, and it didn’t help he humiliated himself in front of Miyako. And all over what? A complimenting aimed towards his masterful aptitude within the bedroom? What a dork; a cute dork, though.

[allie]

okay, so maybe ryūsuke wasn't always cool, miyako thought as he downed his hot coffee. she tried to bite her cheek to stop from laughing but his little fiasco had her in fits of it. it started out as a smirk, developed into a giggle and before long she was holding her stomach, sore from laughing. the sound of it was honey coated, deep and feminine. the poor, adorable thing was probably in that much comfort but all she could manage to do was watch him in amusement. his slouched stance and attempt at talking was just perfect. as she calmed down, she started to feel bad for him. wiping the corners of her eyes, miyako stood up and taking his face between her hands, inspected the damage. she tutted and huffed lightheartedly, kissed him on the cheek and walked over to the cupboard above the sink to find a glass.

"you're almost as klutzy as i am," she murmured, opening the fridge to find a jug of cold water to fill the glass with. from the freezer she took a few ice cubes from a container and put them in it as well. she couldn't remember her mother's home remedies for a burnt tongue, but she figured something ice cold couldn't make it any worse. she walked back over to ryūsuke and offered him the glass. concerned mother mode now switch on. "how bad is it?" she asked.

[Trigga]

“Sowwy” He expressed, finally allowing the numbness to kick in as he took a seat noticing she had walked off. In truth, he wasn’t normally this ungainly—maybe ignorant to some things—though not klutzy. She did something to him, she allowed a side of him to manifest that hadn’t been seen since his childhood; since before he took the title of Hokage. He could be himself without worrying about who he should impress or show reverence to. Maybe it was this level of comfort that beckoned for the affection he had espoused for the woman, It was bright, young and full of potential growth. Akin to the mighest of trees, all it needed was nutrients and time and soon this could possibly become the great red oak of relationships--- wait, what was he thinking of?

Accepting the glass with a graceful nod of the head, ,Ryūsuke, needless to say, downed the water. His tongue emitting some imaginary steam as the coolness of the refreshment itself settled in and he regained some feeling. “I’ll ee inne” He assured her that he’d be fine, of course it would take a few more moments before his wordplay would return to normal. Accepting her kiss, and returning one of his own, all the man could do was peer into her eyes. Why did she seem so perfect? What about her stood out above all those other women he had met in his day. And what was this sensation stirring in his stomach? Questions that needed answers, Ryūsuke simply smiled, extending his arm out and allowing his hand to rub against her exposed thighs, which sat comfortably from beneath her tight top.

[allie]

he'll be fine? miyako sighed, running a hand through his hair, standing in front of him where he sat. she found herself smiling fondly down at him, concern wavering in light of the fact that he was a powerful ninja. he could surely handle a burnt tongue, right? concern still lingered though. it was in her nature to be like that with people, usually it wasn't so quick to surface (a rare exception being ashura, a few days beforehand) but she couldn't help it with ryūsuke. when his hand rubbed her thigh - very exposed thighs, she remember, recalling her option to not wear pants - she leaned into his touch. slowly yet confidently, she sat down in his lap, straddling his hips. it was meant as an innocent kind of action, just to be close to him. comfortable, she fiddled with his robe, idly stroking the fabric.

"so what are your plans for the day?" she asked, staring at his chest as she spoke, shyly avoiding looking him the eyes. "you've only just gotten back, haven't you?" he probably had a lot of things to catch up on, affairs to set in order, estates and numerous other things to see to. as much as she would like to spend the day with him, thinking that she could was a little far fetched. but maybe he'd like to come back later? assuming he'd leave at all. she could make dinner for him, to thank him for breakfast. or was that too soon? she didn't couldn't figure out or calculate what would be too much for her to expect.

[Trigga]

Ryūsuke was soon placed into a position where he couldn’t conceal what dwelled beneath the table any longer. Standing, Miyako took to sitting on his lap—fortunately for him, however, what he meant to keep at bay had subsided somewhat; though she’d feel something dig into her as he attempted to draw her attention away with a swift steal of a kiss. It was in that moment did his bundled anticipation die and a new breathtaking glee took over—one of more affection as opposed to covetousness. She would pull away, looking into his eyes, and his, hers as she inquired to what he planned to do today.

Looking up once more—a natural habit he expressed when in thought on a subject strung upon him, he simply sighed. “Well, I know I should probably go have my debriefing with the Hokage and attend to some affairs I left unhandled.” Truthfully, he had a lot to do and that was sugarcoating it. Being gone for however long he was, the Niidaime had a number of dealings that called to his attention and while they needed to be accomplished and could only be done so by his hands, something else punched into his consciousness as he smiled genially.

“But those can be handled another day—I’d really like to spend this time with you; if that’s okay of course.” He commented, with an assured look about himself. His demeanor, strong, and his confidence never faltering, the Uchiha had come to a conclusion and for all she knew, was sticking with it. Hopefully she didn’t have any engagements that would keep him away, or maybe she didn’t want to spend that much time with him in the first place? They had of course, only spent a single night together. Maybe, it only took a single night.

[allie]

when he mentioned debriefing with the hokage and other affairs, miyako prepared herself for disappoint. he'd surely have to go and see to those, right? she smoothed her hands over his chest, squirming in his lap to position herself better, because yes she had felt it before. she moved only slightly, so that she wouldn't be making it worse. not that she would have any complaints against that. maybe if that happened, he'd stay? sure miyako, distract him into spending the day with you by offering up your pussy, real classy. just as she was thinking she had better get off of him, ryūsuke surprised her (how many times was that, now?) by his next comment. he wanted to spend time with her? she blinked, looking up at him quizzically. most guys would just be casual. get the prize, have some cute moments and be on their way until they next time they saw each other. but ryūsuke had actually said that he wanted to stay with her. she didn't know whether to judge if he had ulterior motives (re: more sex) or take him seriously.

"i- i.." she started lamely, then cleared her throat, "i'd love that- enjoy that." don't sound too desperately keen now girl, jeeze. "sorry," she giggled. "guys usually want to get on with it, you know? be off easy and early." she bit her lip. she hadn't meant to say that. hopefully he didn't think this was something she did often. hook up with near-strangers, that is. because in all truth this was the first time she had. other times she'd at least known the guy for a good couple of weeks. she decided to change the topic direction before he could comment. "maybe i could help you with some of those affairs? or well.. is there anything you'd like to do with me? i'm all yours for the whole day if you want."

[Trigga]

“Hmmm,” He found himself at an impasse. Did she truly expect him to up and leave her hanging after all they had shared? How often did that happen to this woman? Sure, it would be a lie to say with poise the comment alone didn’t affect the man—his confidence stumbling as it tried to catch itself before falling. The past should stay, and while history tended to replicate itself, an undulation would manifest in this pool of problems; that ripple was none other than Ryūsuke. Never favoring using a woman for the obvious sexual bliss and leaving after he was satisfied, it was more so commonsensical for the man to presume he could stay the next day; with her next comment, however, it gave hope to what the man preferred.

Caressing her sides with his strong hands while his arms gently tightened around her, he’d smile. “I guess I’ll decide to be the unusual then.” He wouldn’t leave her—unless she wanted that, of course—and while she insisted that such a fate hadn’t selected her prior, the Uchiha found himself more vigilant and less exposed. There are so many things I’d love to do with you, of course some were sexual, others more quixotic, others a means of commerce and so on and so forth, however there was something he did want to do and since being revived, he finally had some free time to do it, and with a beautiful woman at that.

“Well, now that I have some time to myself, I’ve always wanted to go rock climbing.” His eye brow perked with a charismatic flare as he looked down into Miyako’s quizzical eyes. Konohagakure had an amazing mountain range, and there was an area restricted only to the Hokage and construction team of the Hidden Leaf; it was seen by all and many wanted their faces upon it, hell, Ryūsuke was quite pleased when his own was chiseled into it. Hopefully Miyako wasn’t scared of heights.

[allie]

"rock climbing?" she repeated, frowning. she hadn't expected him to say that. maybe a walk around the village or something, but rock climbing? with her thighs feeling like she'd had a week long work out and various other aches?

"you're so weird," she grinned, "but okay." she gave him a quick kiss on the lips before disentangling herself from him and standing up from his lap. she reached her arms up above her head to stretch with a cute, wide yawn. her nightshirt rose up a little too far to be unintentional, giving him a good view before she clapped her hands and 'go to it', so to speak. she picked up her tea from the table and finished it off. she had already eaten her fill.

"i'll go and get dressed," she told him, walking off to her room. she hadn't been rock climbing before, but she did keep active and fit with her brothers. still, she doubted she would be able to keep up with ryūsuke, super master ninja that he was. chuckling to herself, miyako picked out a pair of denim short shorts and a green polo t-shirt from her dresser. she was dressed within minutes and checking her appearance in the mirror. the clothes were tight, but in the good kind of way where they still covered everything modestly. the shorts could have been a little longer but hell if she cared. she pulled on some socks and white canvas shoes afterwards.

"do you think this will be alright?" miyako called out to ryūsuke as she walking back into the living room, running a brush through her hair as she did.

[Trigga]

Accepting the kiss and window show without dithering, Ryūsuke smiled, patting her on the rear as she left, in one of those “good game” type of ways. Normally, women were opposed to spending the day outside, and while still ignorant to how she was feeling physically (Ignorant to the work he put down), the Uchiha was more pleased that she would go along merrily. As she exited the room, Ryūsuke watched her leave, his bottom lip bitten as he sighed in relief; looking down at his lengthened accompliace and shaking his head. One day, it would be the death of him, that thing he was force to carry around. When out of sight, he stood up, reaching over to one of the bags on the table.

Having stopped by his home an hour prior to returning, the man had gathered himself a change of clothes: Sporting shorts, shoes (stylish but for athletic use) and a wife-beater. Maybe he had enough time with her changing so he decided to do the same—in the open. Quickly did he remove his shirt, revealing his chiseled upper body, followed by his pants, showcasing something mammoth as he attempted to place his shorts on. He struggled a little bit, slipping on his sock, which allowed Miyako to slip beneath his sensory organ. As she entered, she’d find her blue eyes resting upon a half-naked Ryūsuke, as his jewels rested upon the brim of his shorts, just sitting there as his eyes veered upwards.

Gulping once, he attempted to think of an excuse; ‘I was changing?, Honest, though odd, so instead, he simply went with the conventional tool, a reply. “Its perfect” He exclaimed, in a low tone with a smile as he pulled his shorts up finally, and stood in the open; still shirtless as he reached to grab the material to fix that as well. Something about him seemingly had him off his feet, so clumsy was the Uchiha.

[allie]

the sight miyako was greeted with upon her return would have made a lesser woman swoon. well okay, she swooned a little, but who wouldn't with a naked hunk of chiseled goodness sitting in front of you? she managed to keep her cool at least. they had already seen each other naked, right? hell, they had already fucked. being shy or modest just wasn't in the books now. still, seeing him again, and in the daylight, standing there fixing up his shorts - well, it was a sight she was certainly not going to complain about. swallowing, she smoothly finished braiding her hair so that it was in a neat braid, hanging over her shoulder, much like last night but not as intricate. strands were loose here and there, but it would hopefully last the adventure he had planned.

when she saw him reaching to his shirt, miyako was almost tempted to tell him to not bother with it, but bit her tongue. he would probably keep it off and damned if she was going to be climbing rocks and getting distracted by that ridiculously good looking chest and back all day. she allowed herself a few more moments of staring at him, however. you couldn't just waste that chance, right? unknowingly, she was already chewing on her bottom lip appreciatively, like she was sizing him up for a meal. oh, that's right.

"should i pack a picnic or anything? water?" she asked, already walking over to the kitchen to open cupboards to find a few things. the bench was quickly cluttered with a wicker picnic basket, two water bottles and a picnic blanket. she didn't know how long they would be gone for but she figured supplies were always good to have. or was she thinking too much again?

[Trigga]

From the corner of his eyes, Ryūsuke could see his body being dined upon by Miyako’s eyes. In truth, he didn’t mind and after last night, he didn’t bother with concealing his bare appearance from her. In reality, he was more concerned with how she felt about him using her living quarters as an open changing booth. She didn’t retaliate verbally or physically, save for her bottom lip nibbled in sexual distress; a sensation he had seen numerous times over since spending the last several hours with the woman, he relished in it when she expressed her appreciation and anticipation for him, after all.

Finally allowing the beater to fit firmly along his body, hugging the shape of his torso perfectly, he patted himself down, now equipped for what was to come. Meanwhile, Miyako rushed to her kitchen, grabbing a number of items and hosting it in a picnic basket. In truth, he had already planned something quite similar, but who was the man to simply ruin her level of security? “That’s considerate.” He commented, walking up behind her once more, wrapping his strong arms around the woman’s waist and pulling her back only slightly, still giving her ample room to pack while enjoying his comfort dually.

Giving her however long she needed to complete the Basket, he’d then pick it up with his left hand, his right fastened around her hand and soon he made haste towards the door. “Are you ready?” He charming grin subsequent his words, the Uchiha was ready to invite her to a day of wonders; planned during the early hours of the new day. It wasn’t everyday he had such luxury time to himself and while he knew other things needed to be done, there was always tomorrow. For now, living in the moment and with Miyako took precedence over all.

[allie]

considerate? close enough to being 'good idea', miyako supposed. she just hoped he hadn't had something planned out. thinking about his whole rock climbing idea, maybe he had this all planned out, when he was getting breakfast? why do you always jump the gun, miyako, she silently grumbled at herself. either way he didn't seem to have any complaints against her packing the picnic basket, so grabbing multiple things from the cupboard and fridge (you could never have too much, right?) miyako set them on the counter and went about organising it into the picnic basket. she'd found leftover home made fudge, various cheeses, crackers, even some olives, and a few other little bits and pieces as well as a crisp bottle of white wine.

she paused her packing when he wrapped his arms around her in that kind of warm, secure hug he had a tendency of giving her. it made her sigh, smile and shiver all at once. she hadn't had this kind of simple yet meaningful contact in a while, so it kind of caught her off guard - but in the good kind of way. moving with him, she went back to work, fixing up the picnic basket quickly and closing it. and just as quickly, ryūsuke picked it up and with his other hand took hers and before she could kiss him like she had been planning to, asked her if she was ready. to which, she looked around the apartment, decided she would clean breakfast up later and turned back to him with a nod.

"so where is it that we're going rock climbing?" she asked him as she led the way over to the front door, she decided to add with a wink: "remember, i'm just a civilian." hopefully he wasn't thinking she could trek some kind of one hundred meter kind of thing. that might be asking a bit too much. she was fit by civilian standards but damned if she was busting her ass today. having opened the door, she would wait for ryūsuke to step out and afterwards she followed, locking it as she pulled it shut. from there, she would follow his lead completely, hand in his.

[Trigga]

As she locked her door, Ryūsuke smiled, his hand extended so that when she reached to grab it once more, her palm would meet his. “Let’s get moving” the man exclaimed, stepping down the flight of steps and into the patch of her inviting apartment. It wouldn’t be long from that when they would exit the general vicinity and the Uchiha progressed towards the destination; having quite the arm candy to accompany him.

Waves of prosperous blue dancing behind him, almost intermingling with the ocean of gold to his side, interacting more fluidly then the people who boasted such verdant and rich hair. Ryūsuke tugged her a little closer to him, if she didn’t oppose of course, allowing his arm to become the guard she could lean and depend upon while traveling through the gigantic village. The aftermath of such an outrageous party would be spotted only moments into the walk. Contractors and the village’s waste janitorial squad working aggressively to clean the litter that riddled the avenues and intersections. The Niidaime could only smirk, eyes sealed, as he looked on at the jovial devastation a welcome home party could conjure. Maybe he was more important then he felt?

Most greeted as the two passed; their attention fixated more so on the returning leader as opposed to his guest. Nonetheless, Ryūsuke never allowed her to feel as if she was secondary to him. Stopping sporadically, greeting the masses and conversing slightly in regards to the events of last night, the Uchiha made sure he introduced the Librarian to her community. After all, she had been around a lot more as of late then he did and with that, the men gawked while the women either basked in awe or spalt words of sheer envt—though behind her back, of course; badmouthing the woman traveling with a Hokage was all but bright. This process- this mixture of conversation and extolling would go on the entire way until the two finally came before the Hokage Residence; the symbol of fire held decidedly over their heads with its red influence shimmering in the sun’s light.

“Just behind this building, Miyako—that’s where we’ll be climbing.” Extending his finger out, past the Edifice that resided before them and towards the mountain range; yes, that mountain range. The Hokage Mountains—the single-most blessed location within the Hidden Leaf, for all the Fire Shadow’s faces were etched into its face. If Miyako knew of its history and importance, just a single look towards the middle would showcase the face of the man she stood beside.

[allie]

miyako followed beside him without any complaints. it was nice, nicer still when he put his arm around her. there's that secure feeling again, she smiled, leaning against him. being so comfortable around him was odd in hindsight. later, she could bet any money that she was going to give herself hell for acting like some love sick puppy, but for now she was happy to be with him. it felt casual; unforced. this wasn't some kind of take her out for the hell of it deal, this was genuine, and knowing that made her grin. while she wasn't too keen on the idea of extreme physical exertion today, she was rather glad that she wasn't cooped up in her apartment, on her couch, rereading already well read novels. she could have slept with him all over again, just for coming back. like hell that was happening though. she didn't want to be the booty call. it was going to be all or nothing, she decided. let's just see if that's what he wants, too.

konoha was surely feeling the effects from the party last night, miyako noticed as they made their way through the village. there was mess everywhere, slowly being cleaned up by various workers. she spotted a couple of guys who obviously were suffering from some raging hangovers. she wondered how her friends were. she hadn't seen them since they ditched her last night, each going off to find their boyfriend or a hook up. she would have to check in on them when she could. perhaps even give them a few of the juicy details about last night. they would give her hell about it, but she needed some girl advice. plus, it'd be nice to see the looks on their faces when she told them that she, hamaski miyako, had hooked up with a guy. she would just leave out the important detail of his name. there was a limit, after all.

as they walked, people would pull them up at random to greet ryūsuke - yes, just ryūsuke. miyako could have been invisible. and she understood that, didn't mind that. in light of the uchiha standing next to her, miyako could have been ten foot tall and she would still only attract minimal attention. it amused her, to be honest. she tried to hide her grin, and was polite when ryūsuke would include her. it was cute to see him trying to involve her, introducing her to people. it was unexpected but nice. the more the walk went on, the more charming she found him. but in the nice, not over the top or forced kind of way. it was balanced. miyako was busy contemplating this when ryūsuke finally stopped and told her what they would be climbing.

she could have laughed right in his face.

"this is going to be interesting," she said wryly. but ever in the spirit of trying something new, she let a smile light up her face. "although... should we be climbing this mountain in particular?" after all, this was the god damn hokage mountain. his face was on this mountain. sure, maybe he had special privileges, but wasn't this a bit much?

[Trigga]

“It’ll be alright”. He reassured her. “ There’s a special segment of this mountain that’s used strictly for this purpose—something I implicated during my reign.”. Truth be told, he was quite pleased to find out his policy was still in place. During his youth, spending such long-lasting hours within the confines of the Hokage Tower and tending to mountains vaster then this one formed of paperwork, he wanted to begin a project solely meant for entertainment. It was rather simple to say the very least; section off a portion of the mountain and use it to encourage physical activity within the village. Anyone could use it, shinobi and civilian alike; it was the first step to uniting a village separated by rank and occupation.

Nonetheless, all great dreams, when forced into reality, had flaws. Knowing his leadership wouldn’t last till the end of time, it would be hard to use such a famed monument and tourist attraction for the free, copious use of the village—bad for the economy. Ryūsuke was informed this very morning that construction was being scheduled to realign this segment with the entirety of the mountain. Luckily, due to old favors falling into play, the Uchiha would be granted this last morning scaling its face. Miyako, would be the last civilian to ever climb its walls; it was as fitting as Ryūsuke could see it ending.

Walking her through a tunnel, quiet and still, without interruption, this ten minute walk led through back into the break o day, and into a small circular opening. Resting before them, a small edifice of the mountain, perforated with stepping lodges and other implications to outfit the mound of earth for mounting. On the ground, before their toes, two duffle bags, filled with the equipment needed to exercise their body strength and hike up the Mountain. Ryūsuke’s eyes lit up, almost in awe at the sight of something he did in his youth—it had been so long. Turning to face Miyako, he’d beam that characteristic charismatic smile of his and continue into dialect.

”Have you ever been rock-climbing before?--- Need help putting on your equipment?”