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[It starts with a hum.

It isn't enough to be discernible. It may just sound like a buzz from an insect flying nearby ~~ready to be swallowed~~. Swatting at it would yield no results, though, seeing how the hum is coming from his head.

It turns into a whisper.

They aren't really words. They're snatches of letters, snippets of thought that pass through his unconscious mind. A wind, of sorts, as threads of the link begin to tie together and come alive once again.

It ends with words.

Weak, scattered and quiet, it seems to be a stream that passes through, from replica to original, words that pour from a sleeping mind to the newly formed link. It comes from the north side of the village, the complete opposite direction from where the link first faded into nothingness.

But it's there. It's there like a beacon, pulling, asking for him to be there.]

"here.

i'm here.

i'mherei'mhereaschaschaschcan'tmovecan'twhereareyou

help me"

He's alive.

And he's calling for him.]

[It's about two hours after the sun sets that the journal comes on, showing a familiar redhead looking away and rubbing the back of his neck. The area is somewhat lit, and it looks something like the front of Good Spirits. He just needed light, that's all.

The reason he can't look at the camera? Asch had told him that his death was announced over the journals. He had a right to know, after all. Here Luke had been hoping to just announce he was back like he went on vacation or something, sickness gone, health returned. But now everyone knows that he died.

There's probably a lot of people out there who are mad at him.

But he does finally look at the journal after a few seconds, and he gives a nervous little smile.]

Uh... hey. I'm back?

[He hopes to hear from at least two people. And if he doesn't, and soon, then he'll find them himself.]

((And a belated NSFW alert for the thread with Xion 8|b))

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[ She kisses him. What else is there to do? She leans up and kisses him hard, insistent, but she's still smiling and laughing into the kiss so the whole affair is a little messy and imprecise. She doesn't care. She might just burst from happiness that he's here again. ]

[Well, what else can he do but kiss back at this point? It's messy, it's not perfect but it is, they're both smiling and laughing so much - it's enough that Luke finally brings his hands up to her cheeks and pulls back, just to take in a couple of breaths.]

Ha - hold on, just - [And then he kisses her again, deeply and much more precise now that he's a little more prepared for it, but he still can't help smiling in it. It's slightly awkward as a result, yet it's still just as perfect.]

Luke-- [ But then, of course, he's kissing her again, and all is right with the world. Her heart is beating so fast, and it feels so right and wonderful to feel him against her, hold him in her arms and know he's real and alive and there. He's so warm. And he kisses her like he loves her, and--

And--

Nnf. ]

Come on. We should... [ When she breaks the kiss she lets in barely any space between them, staying close as she looks into his eyes and decides, all at once, that there's a different room they should be in, for this. Whatever this is going to turn into.

She opens a portal behind her, biting her lip. They can go the old-fashioned way, but... this sure would be faster. ]

Edited 2012-07-18 03:58 (UTC)

[Nnf indeed. When she pulls back, Luke has a distant, vague realization that they're so close right now, even more so since he'd moved his hand to the small of her back to pull her closer during the kiss. It's a distant realization, though, because he's too busy looking into her eyes and feeling blissfully lost.

Then her words register, though it takes him a little longer to agree on it. He'd rather just keep going, whatever it goes into, right there, but then another realization hits him - they're not alone here. He was let inside by her housemates, after all. They'd kill him if they walked in on this. If he didn't die of embarrassment before that.

Finally, he ducks his head to let out what seems to be a mix of a helpless sigh and an amused laugh, and he finds himself stroking the small of her back with his fingertips.]

R-Right. Yeah... we should.

[Then he lifts his head and pauses for a second to get an idea. The flustered, still happy smile on his face turns more playful, and that's about the only warning Xion will get before he maneuvers both hands down, enough to lift her up and let her wrap her legs around his waist, if she wants to. Honestly, he just wants to carry her, and why not do so in a way that makes it easier to kiss her?

Speaking of which. Let's do that right now while he walks into the portal. Thankfully, he's a lot better at going through those things than he used to be; how awful would it be to just trip and fall like this?]

[ She wants to lean into his touch -- the small of her back is a favorite place of his, and she's come to enjoy it purely because he does -- but she also knows they really should go. She would just die if Roxas or Kairi or, darkness forbid, Riku walked in on them.

Of course, she's absolutely not expecting what he does. It's reflexive for her to wrap her legs around his waist, and she laughs loud, the sound abrupt and overjoyed, and a cry of his name escapes her before he can carry them both through. Goodness knows what her housemates will think if they come to check in on her and find them both gone.

But she doesn't care. Once they're through the portal she's leaning down to keep kissing him, laughing and smiling and, well. She pauses to murmur against his lips. ]

You better not drop me!

[And, of course, they're in the place they always go to if they want to be alone and away from possible prying eyes: "their" apartment, the one they "claimed" so long ago. The one Luke hopes to move into someday with her.

He laughs as he carefully makes his way to the bedroom, and he gives her nose a nuzzle with his own before he murmurs as well:]

What're you going to do if I do? Kiss me some more?

[And with that, he drops her

onto the bed.

Luke still keeps close, hands on either side of her as he just leans over her for right now. He's still grinning; it's like he's so happy, so full of excitement and joy and love and playfulness that he can't even stop.]

Why would I kiss you after something like that?!

[ But she's laughing, and clearly doesn't mind being "dropped" on the bed. She leans back, her face and her eyes so full of love as she reaches up to touch his face, his hair, his neck. Her eyes abruptly water, and she has to laugh again, blinking them away. ]

You big goof.

[ Have another kiss, Luke. Still light, still playful. Like she might be considering something else. (And oh, is she ever.) ]

[And her kiss is returned, just as light and playful; and another, and another - until he breaks away to laugh quietly and move one hand brush a lock of hair behind her ear. That action might serve more than one purpose, though, seeing how he knows how sensitive that can be for her.]

Who's the goof around here? You said you wouldn't kiss me after that.

[And have another kiss, just to punctuate his teasing.]

[ She bites her lip. Nooo, he's not allowed to rile her up already. She has plans, you see. ]

Come on, that wasn't really dropping me. But I can still get back at you for it!

[ ... she pushes at his shoulders, shoving him off, and then begins tickling him with a huge grin. ]

[Oh what she's shoving him off

And

Oh no

Oooh no no no no SCREAM

NONONONONONONONONONONO

She knows exactly where to tickle him too, the jerk. Luke laughs, loud and uncontrolled, and scrambles away with one hand protectively over his abdomen and the other pointing accusingly at her.]

You - Stay back! I'm warning you!

[ Laughing hysterically. She ends up on all fours, grinning at him brightly and more than a little mischievously. ]

Oh yeah? Or you'll what? [ Crawls forward and menaces him with a hand! Wiggling fingers at the ready! ]

Or I'll...

[Someone didn't think this through.

...

...

The one thing that pops into his mind is to slide onto the bed on his side to grab a pillow, then sit up and hold it out as if he were holding some kind of shield.]

Use this!

[ ........

All she does is grab the other pillow. ]

You're on!

[ WHAP. ]

[OI.]

Oh, that's it!

[THWAP. Time to see how all of his pillow wars with Guy in the past paid off!]

Hahahahaha! [ She defends with the pillow, and then retaliates. ] You're going down!

[ PILLOW ATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK

oh god they're totally messing up the bed

oh god they're beating the shit out of their pillows

oh god it's lucky they don't have neighbors because they are both laughing really loud

And she's just so happy. So stupidly, incredibly happy. ]

No way!

[PILLOW WAAAAAAAAAAAR

oh god he hasn't done this in years, but he's still laughing hard, still putting his all into this war. And he feels such happiness bubble into his chest, not just because this is fun, but from how much she is as well.

He can't imagine what his dying did to her. Yet here they are, laughing and playing and just enjoying each other without a care for the world.

After a moment of their battle, Luke judges where her next swing will be, and he moves his free hand to grab it and keep it still.]

Ha! Got you now!

[Time to toss his pillow aside to switch tactics: TICKLE ATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK]

[ SHRIEEEEK SHRIEK SHRIEK SHRIEK ]

Noooo no no no! Luke!! [ LAUGHING SO MUCH LAUGHING

She tries to wriggle away from him. The best she can do is curl her legs up and plant her feet askance on his belly and hips and try to keep him away from her. ]

Give up!

[The move works, somewhat, except he's totally setting the last pillow aside to move her leg instead, at least letting him reach enough to just barely tickle at her sides. He'll let go after a moment, though; He remembers what happened when he tickled her at the beach. Luke would rather not be kicked in the face thanks to Kyoshi-instincts.]

Never! [ wiggle wiggle foot shove.

But then he lets go, somewhat to her surprise, and that gets her to lower her legs and curl them up between their bodies. She's left just lying there on the bed beneath him, and her smile turns quite gentle. ]

Welcome back, Luke.

[He's still chuckling to himself, silently amazed by the fact that he isn't tired. Just a month ago and he would've stopped early, just to lay there and breathe hard. Now? He's barely even breathing a little faster.

That doesn't stop his heart from doing so as he sees her like that, smiling in the way that always makes him melt a little. His own smile turns softer, and he leans forward while resting a hand on her knee.]

Thanks.

[Then he moves forward more, his other hand supporting his weight beside her shoulder, and he leans down to kiss her. It's warm and gentle, chaste yet deeply intimate. It's just the two of them right now... and nothing else matters in this moment.]

[ Oh, but does her heart skip a beat. It's been too long since they've been able to do this. Towards the end ... well, they spent time together, but touching was ... well. Neither of them was ever quite sure when a separation episode hit, and not only was it slightly dangerous, but a little horrifying, too. They hadn't touched nearly so much.

So to finally be able to return to normal like this... normal in a way things haven't been since February...

Xion lifts her hands, carding her fingers into his hair as she kisses him back. Gently, at first, but more insistent as she decides she wants more, wants to be closer to him. Eventually, her hands drift down to his shoulders, to tug. Come here. ]

[Luke had almost forgotten just how wonderful this felt. To be this close, to touch this way, to be with the young woman he loves more than anything else, especially after so long... It makes everything else that might be on his mind vanish completely, and for him to press closer, wanting more, so much more of this, of her.

He doesn't need to be told twice to come closer. He shifts more, aching to get closer -

But her bents legs are. Sort of still in the way.

So he breaks the kiss slowly, eyes heavy with all kind of emotions as he pushes gently to the side at her knee.]

Uh... [Words, Luke. Words. Words that he can't quite get a hold of right now.]

[ They have all the time in the world, here. Together. Alone. Healthy, alive, and most definitely willing.

Of course, then he stops, and she blinks, slowly returning to reality from the heady high of that kiss. ]

... oh! Sorry...

[ Somewhat sheepishly, she stretches her legs out, then spreads them a little, so he can crawl between if he wants. She does so only a little shyly. It's not like this isn't anything they haven't done before... so far, at least. ]

No, it's okay...

[Luke takes that invitation gladly, his hand leaving her knee as he shifts forward on his knees to get between her legs, and he only a little shyly lowers himself on top of her, still supporting most of his weight on his arm. It's not like they haven't been like this before... touching like this, at least.

Once he's settled, Luke kisses her again, slow and deep and sensual and passionate, and lets his fingers trail gently along the back of her neck, brushing aside a few strands of hair. They're so close, alone and together and alive and healthy, and Luke's finding himself getting lost in the sensations that are starting to show themselves.]

[ She makes a noise, soft and high and wanting, when he lowers himself down onto her. He's always so gentle, so careful, and he never feels too heavy on top of her. He's just -- everywhere, covering her, kissing her, every bit of him fills up her heart and her mind--

It's perfect. It's so, so perfect.

Without even thinking she slips her hands down to the hem of his shirt, teasing their way under and brushing back up over the bare skin of his back. She kind of just wants to take it off him completely. And it occurs -- it does -- that as he caught her in pajamas, she isn't wearing anything beneath her top.

Xion decided some months ago to come prepared. There are certain items hidden in the drawer next to the bed, items of a particular usefulness in particular situations. And she thinks of them now, and thinks of him--

And breaks off the kiss, briefly, wanting to ask but not even sure how to begin. There mere thought makes her blush up to her hairline, and she bites her lip. ]

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