xp_logs | Julio and Nori - Wednesday Night.

Nori comes looking for Julio in response to this thread. Telling the truth isn't really necessary when what you have to say doesn't require words.

Well, there was really only one place that could be - Nori, when feeling stressed, almost always went out. Even when it was too cold, it was better to be as far away from the omni-present as possible. Julio, however, almost invariably sought out his stairwell. Which worked for Nori; the bugs were coming back now it was spring, and if there was any chance of naked she'd rather be indoors. Not that she was pushing for naked. She was at least trying to have a normal relationship this time. When she knew what normal was, which wasn't often.

As Nori approached the stairwell a hand reached out and pulled her in. The stairwell was in a lesser used part of the mansion, nice and secluded. Especially at this time of night. Julio smiled at Nori. Maybe the truth telling wasn't a bad thing. So what if people couldn't understand him when he talked? He was getting his point across just fine. He circled an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, reaching with his other hand to brush a piece of hair behind her ear, and running his thumb along her jaw. He'd made the first move, and now he'd let her choose how far she wanted to go.

Nori grinned into the kiss, arms sliding up over his shoulders - he might be short for a guy, but she was shorter and that suited them both just fine. Working kisses up the side of his jaw she muttered into his ear, "Hanasu iranai, ne?"

Julio's lips twitched as he kissed her deeply, pulling her even closer, one hand working into the silk of her hair. She was soft, and warm, and knew how to kiss. He broke off long enough to whisper "Mis besos anclan mi húmeda ansia," softly into her ear. Even with two different languages and one seemingly unable to comminicate in the one that they did share, they seemed to understand one another perfectly.

Sliding her hand down his side, it wasn't at all hard to find the edge of Julio's t-shirt and she couldn't help but slip her fingers under it, reaching for skin. Giving up on words - basically everything she needed to say right now she didn't need words for anyway.

The boy arched his back, and made a noise in his throat that was somewhere halfway between a sigh and a growl. Kissing Nori was not like the other girls he'd kissed. Kissing her was like holding your finger to an electrical outlet, and the moment right before you got shocked. He could feel himself falling, wanting to slip way. He pulled her tigher to him, and began to trace a line of kisses down her neck, burying his face in her neck and inhaling her scent. He was starting to feel warm, very warm.

Ohhh, that groan. That was a good sound. And she couldn't sleep and she couldn't drink herself into oblivion, but this... This in a way was better. Or, at least, it was better since she was (more or less) in her right mind for once. It was possible that Julio had a point about the not getting wasted as a substitute for control. None of which she could explain, or really cared to right now. And, actually, Julio's kisses were doing a pretty damned good job of keeping her brain in the here and now - as much as it was possible. "Mou..." she groaned. "Shitai. Julio wo shitai..."

Julio broke off the kiss, and ran his hands down her sides, and then up again, feeling her curves, looking straight into her eyes. The rational, thinking part of him was shutting down, and deeper, basic instincts were kicking in. He'd never wanted to do this with Angel. Angel was innocent, safe. But he'd wanted Nori for a while. Possibly since the day she walked in on him while he was in a hospital gown. Something about her spoke to him, made him want to pull her to him and hold her tight. To keep her safe and protected from the rest of the world which had been so shitty to the both of them.

He looked behind him, the landing was covered with soft carpeting, which was good enough for him. He pulled her up the stairs and then down to him on the landing. His fingers trembled slightly as he pulled her shirt off over her head, not that she seemed to notice as she was too busy removing his. He pulled her to him, reveling in the feel of skin on skin. He wanted to touch her, taste her, feel her. They disappeared into one another, their quiet sighs and soft moans saying everything in a language that they both could understand.