Jin looked down at her, nose brushing lightly against hers. "Is that a yes?" He murmured, eyes half lidded and filled with an emotion thst couldn't quite be named, along with a few others. Lust was definitely one of them. His hands continued up and down her back, tracing lightly over the more sensitive spots there.
"Yes." Miyaki whispered, taking in a shaky breath and exhaling slowly through her nose. Oddly enough, that sounded entirely better than hot chocolate. The look in his eyes paired with his hands on her back added to the fire, another hand lent to dig the hole deeper. Whatever she was giving into wasn't something she could just ignore, but that was a worry for another time.
He smirked lightly, and picked her up and started walking, arms holding her securely. "Alright." He carried her through the hallways and into his bedroom, setting her down on the bed and kicking the bedroom door closed before sitting down near her, hardly able to stop his hands from skimming up her sides lightly, then over onto her back again.
(How do we want to do this? Take it to PM's, or just time skip?)
She let out a small noise of surprise as she was lifted, her arms wrapping around his neck just in case. It felt like too long and too quick before they were in his quarters, and she was sat on his bed, his hands on her once more. She moved closer to him, her eyes dropping to his lips and lingering there, before flickering back up to his eyes.
((That's up to you, though I almost kinda want to take it to the pm's))
Jin leaned close to her, lips brushing against hers, light as a few, before he pulled back again, one hand skimming up the back of her shirt and resting against the skin of her back, the shirt still over top. His silver eyes looked almost dark as he looked at her, flicking to her mouth, then lower, then pulling his gaze back to her eyes.
(Oof I kinda wanna take it to PMs too, though i have to warn you that I'm not the best at smut stuff as I haven't had a lot of practice)
((Ha, sAME. Want to be not-the-best together?))
(lol sure)
When Miyaki woke the next morning, surprise was too soft a word for the emotions running through her mind as she found herself in the High Lord's arms. In his bed. Naked. Last night came back to her in a sudden rush of memories, leaving her absolutely confused and with the need to clear her head. The only problem was, Jin's hold on her was too tight for her to get out of bed. She'd have to wake him then, which likely meant facing the mortification of everything. "Uh-your Majesty?" She spoke softly, her speech slightly slurred from sleep, as she continued to try and wriggle out of his arms without much luck.
Jin was still asleep, dark hair messy. His arms were curled around her waist almost possessively, and one leg was thrown over hers. At her movement and words, he slowly blinked awake, yawning softly. He looked far younger, far more vulnerable like this. With sleep still softening his features. "Mmph. Morning." He mumbled sleepily, silver eyes only half open as he looked at her, not releasing his hold.
Miyaki had to admit, though not out loud, that the way he was holding her made something in her gut flutter. It was a first for sure. But that didn't matter, because she had things to do, like having a break down in the shower due to embarrassment. "I need-I need you t' let go of me, please?" It almost sounded more like a question, as she looked at his face but didn't meet his eyes.
Jin blinked sleepily. "Hm? Oh." He let go of her, shifting his leg so that he wasn't holding her anymore, though his body was still touching hers. He yawned quietly, eyes drifting shut for a moment, before they opened again. "I didn't hurt you 'r anything, right?" He asked. He had before. Not on purpose, of course, but he had accidentally grabbed too hard, or pushed too fast or something, and hurt people.
"Wha-no. Uh, no, I'm fine." Sore, definitely, and possibly bruised on her hip, but fine. Miyaki hesitated for a moment before slipping out of the bed, pulling her clothes back on quickly and trying to pretend her cheeks weren't red. "Yeah. Fine. Uh-you're-your back?" She turned to look at him again, still avoiding his eyes as she pulled her shirt back over her head.
He twisted slightly, reaching up to touch where she had scratched, the blanket falling slightly and exposing his torso. "Mmph. Nothing that won't heal." He replied with a shrug, still laying on his side. He left the blanket the way it was, setting his arm down, curled slightly.
"Fuck. I-Kenathius, I'm sorry." She flushed a deeper shade of red, shaking her head as she turned towards the door. Hand on the door handle, she paused, taking a deep breath. "Sorry." And then she was gone, leaving behind the scent of sage and the fainter scent of oil.
"It's fine." He replied, closing his eyes to go back to sleep. He could still smell her scent clinging to the blankets and sheets.
(Time skip?),
((Ye. I’m in class rn u wanna start us off?))
(alright. Sure!)
Around noon, Jin was walking through the halls with no particular destination or pattern in mind, simply walking. He had finished up his meeting with Alina for the day, and so was just wandering the halls, with nothing better to do. He was dressed, as usual, in a white shirt and black pants, along with a black jacket.
“Where the fuck is he.” Miyaki muttered to herself as she hurried through the halls, adjusting the neck of the high collared advisors jacket Alina had given her at some point, in an attempt to ease some of the rumors and pressure. It hadn’t worked, but the white and gold jacket came in handy now.
She spotted the High Lord down the hallway and sped up, grumbling to herself as she grabbed his arm and yanked him into an empty room. “Look what you fucking did.” She hissed, pulling the collar down to showcase the hickeys littering her neck, not even giving him time to react to suddenly being in the room.
Jin smirked slightly, eyes going to the hickeys, then back to her eyes. "Who, me? I wouldn't have done those if you hadn't enjoyed them so much." He replied with a teasing glint in his silver eyes. "You were practically begging me." He skimmed a hand lightly up her side, that smirk still printed across his features. "Do you regret that now?" He arched an eyebrow at her.
Miyaki flushed a deep red, shaking her head but not moving away from his touch. As per usual, his hand sent a small shiver down her spine. "It doesn't matter whether I do or don't, or what happened…last night. What matters is, do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to cover these?" She asked, releasing her neckline and adjusting the fabric, trying to make sure the hickeys didn't show. "Or to explain to your best friends why you're all the sudden wearing a jacket you've never worn before?"
"So? How is it my problem?" He asked, looking at her and raising his eyebrows slightly. He reached up, adjusting her collar for her, fingers tracing down the front for a moment before he dropped his hands back down to his sides. "And i have fingernail marks all the way down my back, but do you see me complaining about them to you?"
"It's your problem because-" Because in this Court, sleeping with me isn't even slightly better than sleeping with a dog would be, it's considered worse. Especially if people find out. "-just…nevermind." She glanced down, watching his hands as he helped her, her shoulders tensing slightly as he traced the front of her jacket. Not in a bad way, necessarily. "At least those are easy to cover." She mumbled, her blush deepening. "I'm sorry about that, though. I didn't-I don't think I've ever…done that before. Not to that extent."
He shook his head. "Alright…and it's fine, Miyaki." He replied softly, shaking his head. "Don't worry, it isn't that bad." He chuckled softly, hands drifting to rest against her hips lightly. "I'll heal within the week, good as new, and ready to go again." He winked, smirking.
She blinked, first at his use of her name, which was still surprising to hear from him, and then again at the words that preceded his wink. Her lips parted in surprise for a moment, closing and then opening like she was trying to say something. "I-uh-what? Again? That's-me?" She had expected it to be a one time thing, more an accident than anything.
Jin shrugged, amused at her surprise, but then again, he knew that most in the courts wouldn't even have touched her. "I mean, if you want to." He replied with a smirk, fingers lightly tracing patterns against her hips. "We don't have to, I guess."