Room 206, Sometime before the end of the Rooftop Dance

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So, it had been a painfully long trek from the roof down to the second floor, but at least Valentine's lips had managed to sway his body into taking Namine away from the dance a little early and leaving his mind behind somewhere on the roof. It was all so much more interesting without his mind present, and he was somewhat certain that they had managed to ditch her mind as well.

Not that he was complaining at all as he closed the door behind them.

(For the girlfriend! I'm not sure where we're going to go with this, so read at your own discretion?)

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There, her blush was back.

"Won't your roommate be returning shortly?" she asked, fingers twisting together. Why had she come down here? The roof had been so very nice and what was wrong with her?

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"Roommate?" For the most brief of moments, Valentine thought that maybe she had met 6 somewhere along the way and was referring to him. But then his senses somewhat returned to him (his brain still hadn't caught up), and he realized that, no, he had another roomie in there somewhere along the road. They both just kept such insanely different hours that they hadn't really met. And he was pretty sure that the guy had left, at that.

"I think he moved out," Valentine mused.

Which meant a room to themselves. Which was most excellent. And somewhat insane. Very insane. Why were they down here again? Oh, right, they were escaping their brains. Perhaps. Mostly.

Either way, he was still holding her close, and it was still very nice.

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"Moved ... out?" Naminé hesitated, eyes widening. "We're ... alone, then."

This was not a very respectable sort of situation. Considering the way she was feeling at this moment, at least.

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"We are alone," Valentine agreed, pulling her close. His mind had probably realized something was amiss by now, and was most certainly zipping around the roof in an attempt to locate them.

One of his hands fumbled behind him and locked the door, just to make certain that his brain couldn't catch up. One could never be too sure. Brains were sneaky things when they wanted to be.

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"It was a very nice party," she said. "Perhaps we should go back."

What was wrong with her? Why did she never know what she wanted, never want it once she got it, why had she wanted to be here, alone with him, and now that she was, why did she want to be somewhere, anywhere, else?

"Or perhaps I should bid you a good night. It is terribly late, and we should sleep so that we can go to detention. In the morning. It might be early. I wouldn't know, I've never gone before." Did her words sound this jumbled and confused to him, too?

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Valentine's lips were very disappointed that her brain had apparently caught up with her before his hands had managed to lock the door. They decided to make this known by kissing her carefully on her lips to remind them that they had been kissing up on the roof, and that he wasn't a gentleman. Remember that, pretty girl lips? That had been important, at the time?

"I can't dance," he mumbled. That, at least, covered the first point. That was about as far as his lips could think to speak before they were leaning forward to cover hers again.

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Naminé closed her eyes. "You were dancing rather well a moment ago," she murmured, leaning in to kiss him, hesitantly.

She shouldn't be here. And she shouldn't be placing her arms around his neck and kissing him, just a little more, either.

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Valentine's lips were doing their best to will her mind out the window so that they could kiss her lips in peace, thank you very much.

"That was dancing?"

She could be here for as long as she wanted to be. He gave her his heart, she could have his room, if she wanted, too. And another kiss. Here, have another kiss. There are plenty more where that came from, yes. We could dance again, too? Or sway, or whatever that was.

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"I suppose there wasn't much dancing to our dancing, was there?" she laughed. "We might get the same effect here, just by pretending there's music."

Or ignoring it. She hadn't been listening, up on the roof, when his lips had covered hers and there was that strange surge again, and now she was the one kissing a little more insistently, pulling him closer and wishing she didn't ever need to stop for air. Why couldn't people breathe through their ears? It would be ever so useful when she was nipping lightly at his lips and drowning and he must think her mad, the way she went on like this.

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Fortunately for both of them, Valentine's lips tended to leave the thinking to his brain, which was currently knocking at the door in a most negligible sort of way, and his brain wasn't really so great at thinking in the first place.

Really, with the way she was kissing him, his lips were quite content to continue ignoring his mind's pleas to be let back inside.

His hands decided that this was quite good, took a moment to work off a bit of shaking- perhaps they were laughing at his brain- and then started to wander the length of her back. To pass the time, or something. His lips weren't paying attention to them, either.

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Could her brain possibly step outside, with his brain? Perhaps their brains could discuss philosophy or rationalism or geometry or something else high-minded and worthwhile. She wouldn't miss it, not when his hands were pulling her closer and her heart was beating faster and his lips were being positively entrancing.

One of her hands wandered up slightly to play with the ends of his hair, and could she not think about them being alone or the way she felt when he kissed her, please?

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If his hands weren't so busy trying to walk off their shaking by roaming along her back, they might have had the presence of mind to open the door to let her brain leave for the night. As it stood, they were still rather surprised that this was happening at all, though they couldn't complain.

His lips decided that kissing at her lips was, although quite satisfying, not quite what they wanted to be doing at the moment, and so they took a bit of a detour down to her chin for a moment, and then decided to take a bit of a stroll themselves, along her jawline.

His brain continued to try to beat the door down- he knew what they were doing in there, and it wasn't right, was it? Maybe? But his brain was still being ignored quite blatantly.

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Naminé stilled for a moment, as if deciding something, and then tilted her chin up to let him kiss along her jawline.

"You know," she said conversationally, "I have a feeling this is a rather bad idea."

She closed her eyes again, tangling her fingers in his coat. Which was helpful, as her knees felt unsteady, just now.

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Valentine's lips were now torn between kissing along her now exposed neck, and answering her. Her hands grabbing at his clothing to keep her from falling over helped coerce him into attempting both at once, while his hands pulled her closer from behind so that she didn't go and collapse on him. That would be bad.

"Which," kiss, "part," kiss, "of it," kiss, kiss, kiss, "is a rather bad idea?"

He hoped it wasn't the kissing part. He was pretty certain that he rather liked the kissing part.

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"The p-part where ... we're in your room, and ... we've both taken leave of our senses?" It was hard to talk, much less think, when he kissed along her neck like that. She wondered if perhaps that was why he was doing it. No, more likely he was acting as much on impulse as she was. Her fingers tightened in his coat. "Why, don't ... you ... think it ... is?"

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Come to think of it, Valentine had usually done a good deal of relying on his senses in the past.

His lips didn't much care for his senses, which is why they were nibbling at her neck for what seemed like an eternity before they replied, brushing against her throat because they didn't dare move away.

"You suggested we leave the dance," he mumbled breathily, surprisingly actually a little coherent. "And we did, and we could stop, if you insisted," his lips didn't really want to leave her throat alone, though.

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"Did I?" Naminé asked, trying to remember. "I don't remember that I did. It seems to have just ... happened, somehow."

Trying to remember took attention away from those delicious nibbles, and so she decided to stop that right away.

"And you d-didn't answer my question," she added. To hopefully distract from how she wasn't answering his question, or the implied one: did she want him to stop? She didn't have an answer for that.

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Well, Valentine was going to have to keep on nibbling until she either urged him on or told him to back off. He could nibble in a million different ways. It was something like taste-testing. Only sexier.

"There was a question?" His brain was still outside the door, asking nicely to be let back in. "About this being a... an idea? I suppose it's..." Oooh, that was a nice spot to nip at, right there by her ear, "it could be a bad idea, depending on your idea of what 'bad' is."

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Unfair of him, to nibble her while she was trying to get him to have a conversation.

Unless you tilted it the other way: unfair of her, to try to converse with him while he was so clearly occupied with nibbling.

She shuddered when he nipped under her ear. "You're hedging," she said softly. "Do you ... think it's a bad idea? ... For any definition of 'bad'."

She wasn't certain why she wanted an answer to that. She just felt that she should have one.

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Valentine's lips continued to brush against her ear as he spoke. She wasn't going to stop this conversation unless they firmly covered her mouth instead, he'd learned that much over the past little while. And there was this seeping sort of frustration over the fact that she had hinted at wanting him to be bad in the first place, and perhaps this was one of those moments where he wasn't supposed to be a gentleman at all. But this was Valentine, and sometimes, usually when he had no idea why at all, when Valentine was asked a question, he felt the need to answer.

"Well," he whispered, "there's a good sort of bad, and a bad sort of bad. The good bad leaves us satisfied," he reasoned, "and can be as bad or as not so bad as you'd like it to be. The bad bad would involve us being stupid."

Valentine wasn't certain at the moment what the definition of stupid actually was. But it seemed like the right thing to say at the time.

"There's no reason we have to be stupid about any of this."

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Speaking of unfair, there was his breath tickling her ear and his voice low and murmuring; if that wasn't cheating, it should be.

"Satisfied?" she asked, softly, shivering as the word came out. "Perhaps I'd like to be stupid. I worry and think and tangle myself in circles and somehow it only unravels properly when I do something impulsive and irrational."

Her hand was now tracing along his cheek, and her knees wavered and the rest spilled out of her. "I feel alive when you kiss me."

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The way her hand was brushing against his face was absolutely breathtaking, and the words that accompanied that hand made the hair at the back of his neck prickle and a small shiver of his own prompted him to move perhaps slightly and kiss her again, partly because of what she had said, and partly because it made him feel alive, as well.

Those were the best kisses. The ones that took the two of them and filled the big, gaping emptiness in them with some fragment of the other so that they were both complete.

So, really, all of them.

"Being alive isn't just breathing and thinking and rationalizing yourself into a tangle, it's about letting yourself live."

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"And ... letting yourself do stupid, impulsive things you may regret later?" she asked, a light smile playing on her lips. Her hand was still lingering on his face, her thumb stroking his cheek, and she stretched up again to kiss him, slowly and thoroughly, finding that strange tidal wave in the heart of it; kicking off her shoes and diving in.

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Well, he had said that they didn't have to be stupid about it. But impulsive was nice. Her kissing him and him kissing her and them kissing each other- that was a very nice sort of impulsive that he could live with happily.

And when the kiss had ended, he didn't even bother to take a moment to catch his breath before he started nipping and kissing and pausing every now and again to let his tongue dart out to find out what this part of her neck or that part of her neck might taste like. His hands also seized on the opportunity, running down her back once again, a little more firmly, not just for the sake of being there, but for the sake of feeling a hint at what might be underneath the fabric of that dress of hers.

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Naminé closed her eyes, trembling, and chose to let go; to find the moment and surrender herself to it, drown in it, and stop thinking so much. If he was kissing her neck, then could she nip at his jaw, like this? Could she press her face against his neck and breathe in the scent of him? If he was sliding his hands along her dress, could she ease one of her hands under that tattered coat of his?