Room 206, Thursday Evening

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Valentine was chasing the Really Useful Book around his bedroom, a pad of sticky notes in one hand, a sharpie in the other.

"Wasn't there something about a window? I could swear there was something about a window!"

The book fluttered and landed in the light fixture for the fifth time so far, hiding up there for all it was worth.

"Fine, stay that way for all I care," Valentine muttered, taking a seat on his bed. "But you aren't even a book this way, you know. More like the Really Useful Brochure or Really Useful Memo Pad. Honestly."


(For ze girlie~)

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Naminé was torn. Leave the package as a surprise, or knock and show him.

Of course, if she knocked, she might end up showing him the other thing she bought, and maybe that was silly. Maybe she shouldn't. Maybe she should? She ...

Naminé knocked. Hesitantly.

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Valentine heard the knock, and then shook the sharpie up toward the light fixture ominously.

"You're off the hook this time, Book. But next time, you might not be so lucky."

And then he grinned and hummed to himself as he answered the door.

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"Valentine," she beamed, holding the bag behind her. And of course, her sketchpad, who can travel without it?

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"Naminé," he nodded and smiled. It was good to see her in such high spirits today, and random visits were always a pleasure. "Do come in!"

He hadn't noticed the bag behind her back yet. Good old tunnel-vision.

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Naminé stepped inside and looked to see if he was going to lock the door behind her. "I have something for you," she said lightly.

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Valentine, just as he always did, locked the door behind her. It wasn't him being creepy. He liked the door shut. It was safer with the door shut.

"For me?" Oooh, he liked surprises!

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"A present," she said. "I thought perhaps since I was ... causing problems, perhaps I should help towards fixing them."

She reached into the bag and pulled out three identical plum shirts. That bore a striking resemblance to the one he was wearing, and the few she had handwavily returned a few days ago.

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He stared at the shirt for a while, his brain taking a few moments to process that there were shirts. For him. From her.

And then be broke into a grin. And he laughed, and he pulled her into a hug.

"You shouldn't have," he decided. Well. No. He really actually rather liked getting presents. And this was nothing short of the best present he had received since he arrived on the island, really. "Thank you."

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"It's a selfish sort of gift," she laughed. "It means I have more cover for stealing them. Terrible, aren't I?"

"And there's --" No. Couldn't say that. She leaned up for a very light kiss instead.

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There's a kiss? Yes, Valentine could certainly tell there was a kiss. It was a very soft sort of kiss. The kind that leaves you wanting more and makes you weak in the knees. Valentine liked very much that there was a kiss. So he kissed back. Because, really, the selfish gift was entirely too thoughtful.

He approved.

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Naminé pulled back from the kiss, flushing. "There's something else," she said impulsively. "I-i-in the bag. But I think perhaps I'm not as brave as I thought I was."

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Anything that was so worth mention that it warranted breaking a kiss like that one over had to be important, and thus was worthy of Valentine's curiosity.

"You need to be brave to pull something out of a bag? Does it bite?"

It was a totally valid question.

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"No," she said softly, with a hint of a smile. "It's more ... I'm not sure if I'm ..."

Breathe, Naminé.

"I found something to sleep in," she said quickly. "Perhaps. In case I can't ... sleep in one of your shirts. I don't know why I wouldn't be able to. I th-thought you might l-like to see it."

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Well, if that wasn't curious, Valentine didn't quite know what was, really.

He tilted his head slightly and looked down at the bag.

"Something to sleep in, in case you can't use one of my shirts? Oh?"

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"Sort of like pajamas?" she said, pulling the bag away again. "But how silly. I mean. You have plenty of shirts. I have pajamas. Really. Anything else is utter nonsense. I'll return it. Or hide it. It's not important. So! What's new?"

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"Why would you hide your pajamas, Naminé?"

Colour Valentine confused.

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Naminé flushed. "They're not pajamas," she admitted in an undertone. "They're ... more ... intimate? Personal? I'll ... I'm not sure if I'm ... you aren't going to laugh, are you?"

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"I hardly know if I'm going to laugh or not, given that I haven't seen what it is you have in that bag yet," Valentine pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest. "But if you decide to show me, I don't imagine I'll laugh, really."

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Naminé looked at Valentine for a long moment.

"You ... really have no idea what's in my bag, do you?" she asked.

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"Unlike the rest of the population of the island, I apparently don't have x-ray vision," he pointed out. "I can't very well know what's in the bag until I see it."

Dense like a brick. Oh yes.

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Naminé's heart was pounding more now, but somehow? She felt just a touch braver. He'd never even heard of ... ?

"V-Valentine?" she said, leaning up for a light kiss. "Sometimes people sleep in whatever they're wearing, and sometimes people get cozy pajamas to sleep in, and sometimes girls borrow their boyfriends' t-shirts, and sometimes ..."

Her eyes were dancing. "Would you leave for a few minutes? Please. It's important."

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"Leave?" Valentine stared at Naminé incredulously for a moment, but she had that look in her eye that he simply couldn't argue with. So, naturally, he nodded, gave a shrug of his shoulders, unlocked his bedroom door, and stepped out into the hallway, wondering what in the world she was going on about.

There wasn't exactly time for lingerie where he was from, okay?

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Naminé changed quickly into the ... the ... ice blue chemise and promptly lost her nerve again. What if she looked ridiculous in it, what if he looked at her oddly and asked why she was wearing something so strange and impractical, what if ... she should change immediately back into her dress and hide the bag under his dresser and lie and say she was ... burning ... fish. Or something.

Breathe. She could do this.

She crept up to lean against the still-closed door. "Valentine?" she said, hopefully only just loud enough that he could hear. "Do you promise not to laugh?"

No, he couldn't very well until he knew what she had in the bag, but he could say it, couldn't he?

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Valentine stood on the other side of the doorway, his arms still crossed.

"Of course I won't laugh," he stated, "unless you've put on a chicken suit or something. And I somehow doubt you'd be so nervous over a chicken suit."

Logical, really.

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Ah, yes. She was dating one of the great romantics. How could she have forgotten?

"Valentine," she said, a little sharply. "Sometimes ... sometimes people wear something pretty to sleep in. Girls do, at least. So I'm a touch nervous and you could be nice or else I'll just go back to my room."

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"What in the world are you going on about?" Valentine huffed and frowned. "Look, I have no idea what you're doing in there. If I'm being offensive, then, fine, come right out and say it, but honestly, I don't know what's going on."

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Right. It wasn't that he failed at romance, it was that he was dense.

"Would it kill you to say something reassuring?!" she hissed. "I promise you, if you mess this up, you're going to be very unhappy about it and how about you give me the benefit of the doubt as I'm trying to do something romantic here! Could you pretend you know something about that?!"

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"Pretend I know something about-- I'm coming in, Naminé. Honestly, I have no idea what you're--" Oh.

Well, they certainly didn't have anything like that where he was from.

Why yes, yes he was staring.

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Naminé was not going to let him staring interrupt her huff. "Well, then, you're going to be very sorry when I leave now, because you were being rude and I've no inclination to stay right now," she said airily.

She wasn't actually moving to get her dress. Because, well. He was staring and she was blushing. Shhhhh.

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She was talking, wasn't she? It was probably important, too. But his brain wasn't working. Maybe she could leave a message and he'd get back to her as soon as he was finished gawking.

He was still gawking.

Still gawking.

And still.

No, really. Gawking was good.

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"Valentine," she said sharply. She sighed. "Valentine?"

Naminé leaned slightly to press against the door frame. "I'm shutting the door now," she announced unnecessarily. "And you can go back to standing in the hallway while I change."

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"Change?" That got his brain working again. "Nononono! Don't change. In fact, never take that off again!"

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Naminé stopped pushing on the door long enough to laugh. "You don't want me to take this off?" she asked.

Look, if you heard some sort of purr in her voice, that must just be you. Really.

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Valentine nodded.

And then he shook his head.

And then he considered for a moment, and then nodded and shook his head again.

"I don't want you to take it off. You aren't allowed to take it off. Well. Perhaps let me take it off. I could do that. And then you could put it on again when I'm done, so that I might remove you from it again."

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"Actually I think I'm going to put the dress back on and go up to my room while you think of ways to make it up to me, for being very rude and not at all helpful a few minutes ago," she said sweetly.

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Valentine was making his pouty face.

He had a very convincing pouty face.

"Might I help you get back into your dress?"

...

Hopeful smile?

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Naminé stepped back, an eyebrow raised. "You're very bad at this 'sucking up' sort of thing, aren't you?"

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"Normally I am far better." It was true! "But the article of clothing which you are currently wearing seems to have rendered me-- uh..."

There was a word here. He wasn't quite sure what the word he was searching for was.... He'd have to just pick something.

"-- retarded."

... No, he was fairly certain that wasn't the word he was hoping for.

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Look, she had been terribly nervous and he had been unhelpful, but now he was being adorable, so no matter how tempted she was, she would be nice and be the bigger person and not take that very, very easy --

"You're saying that's different, then? From your normal state?"

Naminé was not listening to her own narrative, either.

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"Not very?"

...

"Mostly?"

He'd be more indignant when she wasn't wearing satin. Maybe. Probably not.

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He'd stepped further into the room, so she slipped past him to shut the door. And lock it. She turned around with a smile. "You've no idea how this feels against my skin," she said. "I don't think I've ever worn something of quite this material before."

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"You certainly wear it very well," he replied.

Very, very well.

Oh, the door was shut! How nice!

"Very lovely."

Luuuuvely.

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"Is it?" she asked. "Here, let me show you."

She took one of his hands and placed it against her waist.

"I should have explained," she said softly, "that I think it isn't exactly sleep that these are for."

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That was-- whoa.

Whoa, they certainly had nothing quite like this where he was from and if his brain hadn't broken before, it certainly was now.

"Y-n-yes, no, not for sleep, I don't think, maybe..."

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"Can you see why I was nervous?" she asked, her flirting tone softer now, and some of that hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "I-if you thought, this was silly, or ..."

His other hand should be on her waist, too.

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His other hand was totally on its way there, honest.

"This is not at all silly," he managed to actually sound somewhat like his head was still working when he said that. "This is... Wow."

Wow was a fine adjective.

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Still blushing. Still nervous. And his hands were over the satin and she could feel it against her skin and oh, my, whoever thought up these nightgowns was a genius. Complete genius.

"Really?" she asked, her heart pounding. "You ... like it?"

Naminé leaned up very slightly for a kiss.

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"I like it," Valentine confirmed, leaning down less-than-slightly for a kiss.

They made clothes for sex.

Sexclothes.

This world was amazing.

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Naminé leaned back against the door with a sigh, wrapping her arms around his neck. Perhaps she would go and get the others. At the store. As this one was a rousing success. Wasn't it? And she still had it on.

Odd, the nightgown seemed primarily designed to induce someone else to take it off as quickly as possible.

Well, it had succeeded, then. Except if he took it off then his hands wouldn't be brushing satin over her body and maybe she should leave it on, just for a bit?