(no subject) [shiratorijun]

Please respect the fourth wall. Sexual situations are ahead.

The Utoland Inn Hotel Breidlander, a large hotel, stretches deceptively across half a city block. It was renovated from a grouping of single-family, three-story homes built around converted courtyards. Wings, and in some spots, entire buildings had been torn down to make room for the gardens - both private and communal. It's the kind of place that accepts guests that are referred by other guests: very private, very discrete. It manages to combine Swiss and Japanese traditions. There are communal baths, of course, but several of the ground floor rooms have private tubs.

Jun had fled the J and the crowded apartment earlier. Now, she kneels besides a small laquered table. The only thing that belongs to her that she happens to wear are her star-sapphire ring, and the silver and green-gem necklace Professor Nadezhda gave her. The robe, slippers, and jacket she wears were provided by the hotel.

The French doors are open to the small private garden. The only light in the six tatami room is that coming in from the outside. It settles softly on her pinked cheeks. She has done her hair. The green tint has been stripped from it. She is nursing a mug of tea and paging through official documents. A delicate rain mists the greenery outdoors.

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Derek had taken a few minutes to freshen up before transporting back to Utoland. He had dressed nicely to go see his parents, and so he decided to keep the black-and-white outfit on. He brushed his hair out as best he could, actually running a wet comb through his hair to get rid of some of the sweat, and then dried it using the automatic hair dryer.

When he arrived, he made his way to the front desk, asked politely for Jun, followed just as politely and quietly to where she'd been taken.

He knocks quietly on the door frame of the room--a rice paper-veniered affair that slides aside easily, silently, into the thick walls despite the actual door underneath being made of thick wood. He thanks his guide quietly, then steps in, sliding the door shut behind him.

He stops there, noting the well polished wood floor, the plush furniture, and the carefully placed walls and screens--also rice paper, and decorated with faux traditional designs. His eyes settle on Jun, and he smiles. She is always beautiful, but at the moment, she is stunning. He wants the moment to last...another mental snap-shot to take hold forever in his mind.

Finally, he manages sound.

"Hey Jun."

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Jun smiles before looking up from the paperwork. Her flush spreads down her neck and to her temples. Pulling the yukata in place, she rises to her feet. "Hello, my beloved." She nearly sings it. "You look very handsome today."

She is blushing, as she says this. She's used to a Derek who wears well-worn denims and suedes; a man who'd rather be in his bare feet, a tank top, and old jeans when home alone. This person in the jacket and dramatic shirt? "You even smell different," she says as her fingers close on the smooth fabric of his lapel. Her kiss catches him below his jaw, right where his jaw meets his neck. She draws back, pulling her hand to her mouth. "How did it go?"

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Derek smiles, closing his eyes for a moment when she kisses him.

When he opens them, he reaches out for the hand that isn't covering her mouth.

"It went all right. Quiet. The plot's still being maintained, which is good..." he reached up, careful, for once, to not get into her hair as he cupped the side of her face gently.

"You are beautiful, mi amor..." he comments.

Her smile widens. Her hand falls away from her mouth. She cups his neck and rises on her toes to rub the tip of her nose against his.

"I like it when you have a good day. I like it when you come hom to me."

She settles on the flats of her feet. "Can I take your shoes? Jacket? The tub is very hot. I'd be glad to wash your back."

His eyes crinkle when their noses touch. This playful side of Jun makes him smile, even though he often can't quite match her in tone. He's spent too much of his life holding himself to certain things, keeping a certain degree of control...but moments like these, he's tempted to act as if he were seventeen again.

"...you are where I want to be, Jun..." he says instead, and it deepens his smile to something more intense. He leans forward to kiss her forhead, the hand he still has hold of.

"I would like that, yes..." he answers all her questions at once with one statement. And he finally relaxes a little.

She hums in agreement and hugs him around the waist again. She rubs his stomach and enjoys the blossoming of relaxation on his body. Hard all over but less rigid, more like a whip than a goad. She's content to lean against him savor his warmth. She looks out across the room, to the private garden. Milky light and fine, needle-like rain make the greenery lush and fragrant.

"How went your time with Ryu?"

Derek wraps his arms around her as she leans close, resting his head on hers. He looks out the window at the misty day, then closes his eyes, still smiling. Her touch leaves a trail of warmth in it's wake, and he traces his fingers down her the line of her spine in responce.

After a moment, he buries his face in her hair, letting her scent...sweet today, maybe a little spicy, take over other sensation.

Warm, soft...smooth touch and beating heart. He could do things to her that they'd never talk about in polite company right now, or just keep holding her this way. Either way, he was happy. He was where he belonged.

He only opened his eyes slightly as she asked him about Ryu.

"It was good. I helped him get osme nets untangled, and then we went and fished for a little while. He's got a nice little place up there..."

Ryu had welcomed him warmly, in fact, which had helped Derek feel less like an intruder then he'd been feeling for the past few days. And the big man hadn't pressed, either. Just let Derek sit and be and say a few occasional, incidental things. Ryu had watched him...and they both knew that he knew something was up...

But he'd just let it be.

And then made sure Derek knew he could come back anytime.

That, more than anything, had helped.

"Real nice guy." Derek added quietly

"He's amazing." Jun replied. "Did you think to ask him about marrying us?"

"...Yeah, I did..." Derek actually flushed a little, remembering that part of the conversation. It had taken him the better part of an hour--getting on the boat, Ryu taking them out to the fishing point...getting the hooks baited and over the side of the boat...even settling in for a half an hour before Derek had been able to even think about trying to broach the subject.

He was just grateful that Ryu didn't seem to be the type that would advertise what had been said, and how it had been said.

What he'd meant to do was ask a simple, straight-forward answer.

What he'd managed was a jumbled mass of words, with only 'married', 'boat', 'captain' and 'you, please' being the only coherant utterances.

Ryu had taken pity on him and answered without hesitation, smiling all the while.

"...he said he would be happy to do it...to just let him know when..." Derek said quietly.

Jun looked up in time to notice his flush. She laughed softly and brushed the backs of her fingers along his cheeks.

"That's good, yes?" Then. "Take off your jacket...I want to make you comfortable." She tugged on his sleeve and dropped her weight on one foot. "Did you really fish in your suit, dear man?" She laughed merrily and reached into his pockets in search of fishing line.

Derek laughed with her, although where she was digging into in some places made him want to gasp instead.

"Well, I left the jacket at the house...and the shoes and socks..." he chuckled, "But I wore the rest..."

He hadn't, however, left any fishing line in his pants.

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"Catch anything nice?" she asked blandly, giving up on the fishing line but searching his person all the same.

"Hmmmnnn...maybe..." Derek responded quietly. Jun's fingers seemed to be everywhere as he finally shed the jacket and tossed it off towards a chair. Even through clothing, her touch called to him, and he leaned against her when she abandoned front pockets for back.

He moved against her, hugging her, wanting to slide his hands under her clothes and against her skin, but controlled himself enough to wait until her delicate hands found the tiny box that was hidden in one back pocket. He did his best to keep his gentle smile from becoming a grin while he waited to see what she would do about what she'd found.

"Ah...hey!" she sighed, disarmed and distracted by the shape in his back pocket. She snatched it from his pocket, nearly ripping the lining ouf the stitching then she'd drawn three of her fingers down his arms and spun away from him.

"For me?" she asked, rattling the box by her ear. Anticipation made her giggle airy, "Mine now!"

Derek chuckled, "Remind me not to get between you and something you really want..." he teased gently.

He watched her fondly as she inspected the box, rattling it. He only nodded when she asked if it was hers. Hopefully, what was inside would please her...he was sure of only one detail about it...

"Well, you claimed it...going to open it?"

Jun's look softened.

Casually, she tossed the box into the air, apparently heedless of where it landed. She rushed to him, her voice tender, "You're what I really want."

Derek folded her in his arms again, smiling at her.

"You have me. Now. Always."

He leaned forward, kissing her gently.

Jun kissed him like night-blooming jasmine yielded its scent to the air: with subtlety followed by tidal extravagance. She drew him in and in -- tugging on on his clothing, his arms, neck, shoulders and hands. Her hair whispered against her shoulders, flowed against her back as she swayed in his arms.

Derek followed where she led, letting her pull him, direct him. One hand slid up her back, into her hair, gently undoing it and tangling in it, the other headed for the small of her back, spreading wide to support her as he leaned into her attentions. His kiss turned hungry in responce to hers, pressing firmly, lips working with hers, but also trying to part them.