"Some nights. It's a bit chilly tonight, so it's going to be better than it would on a warm night." Miyaki said, shifting to pull one leg up onto the counter, her foot on the edge as she wrapped an arm around her leg. "It just felt like a hot chocolate night. Some nights I can't stand it."
Jin nodded, then raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh. I see." He replied slowly. "I think i get it." He shrugged slightly, yawning softly as he waited for the milk to be done. His wavy black hair was a little messy, though not badly so, and his silver eyes were calm and undisturbed.
Miyaki nodded, sliding off of the counter as the water hit a boil. She opened one of the cupboards, stretching to try and reach the hot chocolate powder, but couldn't quite reach this shelf. "Damn Fae and their impossible heights." She grumbled, the words carrying through the silent kitchen.
Jin chuckled, and walked over, grabbing the powder for her and setting it down. "Not impossible, just taller than you." He said teasingly, looking down at her with a slight smirk. "And why would you damn us, anyway?"
Miyaki huffed, crossing her arms and tilting her head back to look up at him. "I'm damning you all because you're too fucking tall." She stated, scrunching up her nose slightly. "It's so stupid. Why are you all so tall? And if I'm part Fae, why the fuck did I not get any of that height?"
He chuckled. "One, we aren't too tall. Too tall is subjective. Two, i have no idea why you're so short, but don't worry. Its cute." He winked at her, smirking slightly. It was obvious that he had no problem with being rather… flirtatious, and didnt care how he was seen because of it.
(Soren and Kieran being mostly not flirters (esp. Kieran) and then Jin's like "yeah I'ma flirt with everything. If it has two legs, I'ma flirt at least a little. If it has more than two…maybe")
((Lmao))
She blinked, her cheeks darkening like they had up in the tower as she turned to grab the powder and almost dropping it the first time. "I'm not cute." She mumbled, hunching her shoulders as though that somehow proved her point. "And you are too tall. All of you. Too tall compared to me."
He chuckled, smirking lightly. "Yes you are." He replied. "And fine. I am tall compared to you." He shrugged slightly, and sat down on the counter, looking at her levelly. She really is adorable…though she acts like she isn't. I wonder why? He also knew most Fae wouldn't find her peculiar beauty alluring, but…well. He did.
"No, I am not. Plenty of Fae have made that extremely clear." She said, moving to grab a ladle and mugs from their spots in the kitchen. She poured the milk into the mugs, and grabbed a spoon to stir the hot chocolate powder in, all while pointedly avoiding looking at him. "I'm too short, the markings on my face are off-putting, my nose is a weird shape, my skin is too dark…the list just goes on and on and on." She didn't sound upset about it, more resigned than anything else, as she scooped whipped cream out of the tub she had brought out earlier and into her mug.
Jin shook his head. "You are adorable." He replied. "They say you aren't because you aren't their ideal of beauty. You aren't what they are used to." He tipped his head slightly. "You being short is different than they are used to, but i think that it is adorable. You would be easy to carry. Your nose is unique, unlike the rest of us Fae, most of whom have the same nose." Jin himself had a slight crook to it where it had once been broken. "Your skin is darker than ours, yes, but I think…" He leaned close to her, mouth by her ear. "I think it makes you all the more alluring." His hand gently traced up her spine, before dropping away again. He hid a smirk, looking at her.
Miyaki stilled as his voice got closer, suddenly next to her ear. A shiver traveled up her spine along with his hand, and the effect that touch had on her was obvious in the visible shudder once he removed his hand. ""E-easy to carry?" She asked, cursing her stutter as she picked up his mug and turned to hand it to him, biting her bottom lip. Flirting, obviously, wasn't something she was too used to. Quite the opposite in fact, as she was more used to neutral or negative conversation. She set his mug next to him, raising an eyebrow and fiddling with her pendant.
"Mhm." He took the mug and took a sip, watching her over the top of the rim. "Easy to carry. Which, if you think about it, could mean a number of things." He set the mug down, fingers slowly trailing up her spine again. "You could be carried…to bed. Pinned to the wall without any effort." He leaned forward again, chin by her ear, and voice dropping to a low murmur. "Carried around a house if you were sick, or injured, or otherwise." His fingers slowly trailed across her shoulderblades. "Just think about it for a bit."
Her eyes widened at his first words, and the following sentences made her flush deeply, as she released her lip from inbetween her teeth. Though a part of her wanted to step away out of habit, something kept her right where she was standing, whether it be his voice or his proximity, or just her legs refusing to work. His touch didn't help much either. Touch starved was putting it lightly, for sure. "A-are you sure I need t-to? Isn't th-that enough-…examples?"
Jin shrugged, fingers still trailing over her back. "I don't know…do you want more?" He asked slowly, smirking a little. "Or would you prefer i stop?" His mouth was still beside her ear as he spoke softly, eyes focused on her. He could feel her quivering slightly, knew how she was reacting to his touches.
She turned her head, catching his eyes on accident as she tried to look at him out of the corner of her eye. He's too close. Why is he that close? Miyaki wasn't quite sure what came over her, but apparently, she wanted him to keep talking like that. "I w-wouldn't." She said, her voice giving out slightly and causing her to stutter.
Jin chuckled softly. "Alright. I think you're beautiful because, well, look at you. You are unique. Fae are all the same. Sure, we may be beautiful, we may be handsome, but in the end, we all look very similar. You look far different from any of us, and it is refreshing." His hand trailed up to his hair, gently running his fingers through the ends for a moment, before trailing down her back again. "You don't look like most Fae. Like any Fae, for that matter. And while the others find that…ugly, or repulsive, I think that it makes you beautiful. Because you aren't just another cookie cutter Fae."
Somehow, his sweeter words made Miyaki turn an even deeper shade of dark red, and she shivered as his fingers brushed the small of her back, a spot that was even more sensitive. "Not c-cookie cutter, huh? I guess that's p-pretty good. Far as appearances g-go." Gods, she wished she could stop stuttering. But her mind(coughbodycough) was on overdrive, and that took up a bit too much of her focus for her to will herself to stop.
He could feel her shiver at the touches, and gave a soft chuckle. "Yes, it is." He replied, fingers tracing the hem of her shorts for a moment before slowly trailing up her back again, making slow, smooth, lazy circles up and across as he went. "Shall I go on, or has your imagination been captured enough?" He wasn't exactly sure why he was doing this, exactly, but…she was beautiful, and he wasn't one to pass up the opportunity to flirt.
(I gtg to bed now, will reply in the morning. Good night!)
((Night bro!))
That was it. She was going to die right there. Melt into a puddle on the floor and never return to a solid form. Why the hell was something as simple as a touch drawing a reaction like this from her? There wasn't even anything particularly particular about the way he was running his fingers along her back, and yet, here she was. "N-no, that's-I think I'm g-getting your point now."
"So i should stop?" He asked, arching an eyebrow as his fingers continued their slow, lazy circles up her back and across her shoulder blades. "Or would you rather i continue?" He could feel from the way her body and voice was behaving that his touches and words were drawing a reaction that even he hadn't quite expected to get from her.
"P-probably…" She murmured, in response to his first question. The only problem was, she still couldn't move away, and wasn't sure she wanted him to pull away. You don't know this man, Miyaki, beyond his name and title. Her attempts to remind herself of that fell flat though, with the answering 'then why does this make it feel like I do?' from the unhelpful voice in the back of her head. "You should p-probably…probably stop." Probably. Since she couldn't make herself say she wanted him to.
Jin exhaled softly, running a hand through her hair. "I probably should…but do you want me to?" He asked, voice soft and still so, so flirtatious. His fingers skimmed down her back again, lightly tracing a circle on the small of her back, looping about as they tracked downwards, stopping at the hem of her shorts.
Jin's fingers in her hair seemed to be Miyaki's breaking point of sorts, her knees going weak enough that she had to move to hold onto the counter. "Yes. N-no? I-fuck." Rational thought was escaping her, along with a clear head. Leaving her with quite a bit of confusion.
Jin raised his eyebrows. He could feel the effect he was having on her, knew she was having an effect on him. "Is that a yes, a no, or a request that i take you to bed?" He asked with a slight smirk, mouth brushing against the top of her ear as he leaned closer. "Because if it's the last, gladly." He kept skimming his hands up and down her back lightly.
She would very likely be mortified in the morning. That was for sure. But while she was already this deep, was there anything wrong with digging the hole a little deeper? She bit her lip as his brushed her ear, before turning her head, leaving their faces entirely too close as she met his eyes. "Th-then why not?" Miyaki asked, her heart skipping a beat before picking up it's pace even more.