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moonlightmajutsushi:

Send a symbol and my muse will show up in your’s house at 3AM…

❣ – hopelessly horny

The window opened silently and a white figure landed in the room, cape falling noiselessly behind him. He glanced over at the bed and allowed a small smile, his eyes softening as the blankets moved. Aoko hadn’t said anything about not coming to the heist, and he had gotten a bit worried when she hadn’t shown up.

The thief crossed the room to stand next to her, eyes scanning to see if she seemed sick or hurt in any way. As he looked, she turned again, this time onto her back. Her head was tilted towards him and her mouth was open slightly with some stray hairs falling onto her face.

Kid didn’t even notice he had started to lean over until the charm on his monocle bumped her cheek. He backed away quickly, feeling heat rising to his face. Though, now that he back to awareness, he could tell that his face wasn’t the only area blood was rushing to.

A curse was muttered under his breath. He needed to leave, and not just because of this…. development. The longer he stayed, the more of a chance there was of Aoko waking up and seeing him. But instead, he hovered by the bed, just watching her breath for a moment. In the back of his mind, he knew just how creepy this looked. What he wanted to do was what he’d been about to before he caught himself. He knew it would be wrong to do something like that while she was asleep, though. The unofficial ‘no one gets hurt’ policy didn’t just apply to anything physical, after all.

The thief lightly brushed the hair back from her cheek and knelt down on the floor, taking in a small, sharp breath as shifting fabric passed over his slowly growing ‘problem’. He paused for a moment before resting his arms on the bed, head soon following. Staying beside her like this was creepy, yes.

But at this point, he didn’t care.

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Kid looked up at Aoko as he placed the last kiss, smiling. The sounds she was making only made him want her more…

His hand stopped playing for the moment to be placed on the bed beside her for support as the thief lifted himself off her slightly, moving the other hand down almost hesitantly. As confident as he liked to appear, he hadn’t really done this sort of thing with anyone before, even if his imagination wanted to say otherwise. And he didn’t want to mess up just because he was too eager…

And with that thought, he really did pause before sighing and sliding both arms underneath her in a hug, burying his face into her chest. A small noise escaped him as the physical evidence of his desire for her rubbed against her leg some, but he tried to ignore it. This was feeling a lot like their first kiss, and he really didn’t want to make her feel guilty again…