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[ He blinks twice.

Now that's not fair. ]

I'm no drunker than you.

[ If he was that drunk, she would know. ]

[she gives him a light poke in the chest, and laughs.]

But I wasn't that drunk to start with! You had more, too. [maybe. or maybe she's just bullshitting.]

But if you'd do this without alcohol-- and you have to promise me you would!-- then we're in the clear.

Have you seen you?

[ This is the kind of thing he'd imagine doing. One of those women he'd never think he could possibly score. It's like a dream come true.

Would he like to jump at the opportunity sober? Yes, he would. Would he have the guts? Thaaaat's another matter ... Could he even get it up? Good question. He has never had sex sober. But would he like to? Well. ]

I'd probably dream about it, you know.

If you want it, I do too.

[his response surprises her, and she stares at him for a second, then turns her face away to partially hide the blush that's springing to her cheeks.]

The dream won't be as good, though. It's the real deal you want.

[did he fluster her a little bit? weird. biting at her bottom lip, she faces him and nods.]

I wouldn't be sitting in your lap like this if I didn't want it at least a little bit. But I want it so much more than that.

[ Stop the presses HE JUST MADE MILLY BLUSH. How did that even happen? Genuine compliments is what's needed, apparently--

Oh. ]

Don't see why.

Ah, I said that out loud, didn't I?

[ He rubs at the back of his head, and clears his throat. ]

I mean. That doesn't happen a lot.

[ Because he's a mess. Usually he's a lot more drunk than this and people probably find him annoying, unless they're equally as drunk and then all the gets the morning after is a lot of regret. This is ... different.

Not that he's complaining. ]

You did, but that's alright. I'll just have to show you why, won't I?

[she winks to him, then brushes his hair away from his eyes gently. if he's rarely had a woman be into him, or show him affection, then by god, she's going to make up for as much of that as she can. it's absolutely criminal to let a man so handsome and kind (in his own way) be underappreciated.

she stares at him for a moment, the blush fading from her face, trying to see how he doesn't land women constantly. nope, can't find it. with that, her resolve intensifies.]

But I can't show you here. [not unless they feel like being lynched. she slides off of his lap and stands up, adjusting herself, and checking out her damage. and there it is, The Boner. score.]

[ She's being sweet. Not so teasing for a moment. That's ... weird. He can only stare, really, because he's not sure of the best way to respond to that. So he'll just ... not.

He even twists a little as she just looks at him like that. What?

Then finally she's moving, which is good because he was thinking he might just burst soon. And then she has to look down like that, and a blush spreads rapidly on his cheeks. Well. Order's restored.

He huffs, and pushes himself onto his feet too. Carefully. Because boner, and she's been sitting on him for a while now. All steady? Okay. Good. ]

[she smiles at him, giggling as she unties the sarong that's been around her waist, leaving her in her bikini in front of him. but she's undressing for more than the reason of teasing him.]

Here. Use this. [she holds the fabric out to him, and nods.] You won't look like you're hiding something with it if you drape it right.

[ He just. Gives it a blank look.

Okay but ]

How?

[she supposes if she wants something done right, she has to do it herself. wrapping the cloth around his waist, she ties the two top corners together, then steps back to see if it worked.

well, it... almost did? she takes the bottom corners and ties them with the top ones, and while he looks a little bit stupid, it does what it needs to. he's got a saucy leg slit going on, at least.]

It's not... perfect. But now we match! [isn't that cute.] Besides, it'll only be for a little bit. [she grins, and takes his hand, leading him away from their seat.]

[ Yeah, how was he supposed to know? This feels so weird though?? He'll just kind of stare down at it, for the little while before she grabs his hand and pulls him away.

He's definitely walking a little funny. That boner is rubbing all weirdly against his pants. Uncomfortable. ]

[she takes a moment to consider possible hiding spots for them, still holding his hand. one one side, there's the party and the lake, but on the other is the resort, and there's loads of places to get lost in there.

she pulls him along to the inside of the main building, on the lookout for people and secluded areas, but then smirks to herself, and bumps her hip against his.]

Your turn to lead~

Eh?

[ What? He has no idea where to go?? This is very open. Someone might walk in on them and he's not sure he's feeling like that. Somewhere in the back, then? Ah, surely there's something for personnel ...

Let's go peer behind the reception. ]

[two tipsy people should not go on adventures and try to lead each other around. but here we are, with exactly that happening.

the lobby isn't too shabby, honestly, and if they weren't people on a mission, she'd take the time to appreciate it more. but for now she's being led to the reception desk, and it occurs to her that doing it on the desk would be really hot... but someone's coming around the corner.

why she's nervous, she doesn't know, but the plan formulates quickly. there's two doors, both say "staff only", one in the middle of the wall, and one to the side. running to the door to the side and dragging gin along, she opens it quickly, pulls him inside with her, and closes the door

that led to a supplies closet.]

Well...

[ It would be really hot. Still too public, however, so what are you gonna do.

Oh, he's being pulled again. He sort of stumbles along, and then definitely knocks into something once the door shuts behind him. It's only a slight clatter, not a big bang or anything, but he still kind of freezes.

Right.

He clears his throat. ]

... I'm not picky.

[whatever they hit startles her and she squeezes his hand, but it's fine. it's all fine. but now to focus on their new locale.

she blinks a few times, trying to help her eyes adjust to the lack of light. she can see his shadowy form, hear both of them breathing, feel how close they are to each other and how small this closet is.]

I'm sure we could find something better, though. This was... Not my best decision.

Whatever you want.

[ He'll just. Press his nose into her hair. Mmm, she smells nice. Of course she does. ]

I'm not opposed to being in a dark, confined space with an attractive man...

[she lets go of his hand, her fingers searching for his chest, keeping them light across his skin.]

I just wanted to make sure you're okay.

Wouldn't mind seeing you better. I don't suppose there's a light in here.

[ His lips brush her ear, and he makes a humming sound. ]

This is fine.

[ No fancy room or anything, but a supply closet. Just right, really. ]

[she can't see for shit in the closet-- everything is shadows and shapes. nothing has detail. but her other senses are heightened, surprisingly. even with the haze around her head, everything is more. the way his voice sounds reaches between her legs, but lingers only for a second. the way he smells is so masculine, with traces of what she's given him... it's incredible.]

We... we could try to find one. Maybe by the door? That would make sense, right?

[she sounds a little bit nervous-- but it's not that. it's concern, the type that shows up in situations like these with people like him. aka "i actually know you and care about you enough to think about what you want". his hum is met with a softer one in return from her as she steps closer to him, gently pressing her body against his.]

[ Thank you, Milly. Katsura would probably tell him he smells gross or something, not masculine. Gintoki likes this one. Can he keep her? He's keeping her. (For as long as she wants to stay.)

He makes a grunt of acknowledgment, and pats the wall by the door until he finds a switch. He hasn't moved, lips brushing every now and then over Milly's ear, and he only moves when the light comes on to jerk back a little, blinking against it, as his eyes already adjusted to the dark. ]

Found one.

[the light startles her as well, and she recoils from it for a moment, squinting for a moment.]

And now you can see me make terrible faces... [it's a joke, and she laughs as she's pressed to him, looking at him from the corner of her eye, her fingertips tracing down his sides.]

I'm not sure that's what you wanted...

[ He puffs a laugh, expression soft as he pulls back a little. ]

Sounds perfect.

[ And then he leans in, pressing his lips to hers again, hands moving to her waist. This is good. Great, really. There's something about her ... ]

[she gives him a gentle smile, but when his lips are on her own, her expression shifts. the initial contact sends a spark through her, and she closes her eyes, brushing her lips against his for a moment, keeping everything light, getting used to him.

it doesn't take long, and she pushes against him, deepening the kiss ever so slightly.]

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