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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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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. ]

[He lets out a quiet sound when she touches his bare back, breathy and wanting, and slides his hand over Xion's shoulder and down to her side. Luke's becoming more aware of the heat between them, the feeling of her against him, the sensation of her fingers against him, of the cloth still on their bodies. He didn't spend much time finding clothes to replace the New Feather pants - just a simple sleeveless shirt, loose pants and underwear, just something to get back home and find something better. And with her hands against him, he's finding that even those are a little too much.

When the kiss breaks, it takes him a moment to break himself out of the emotional high. He keeps his eyes shut for that moment, only to open them when he realizes that she isn't continuing. The look on her face makes a curious one of his own appear; the blush doesn't worry him so much, as this always makes them flustered. But she looks a little unsure, a little like she has something to say.]

Xion...?

I...

[ Wow. This is way more embarrassing than she thought it'd be, somehow. ]

I wanted to... could we... [ A beat. ] I thought... maybe--

[ Come ON, Xion. She pushes herself up on an arm, still biting her lip, looking into his face and his eyes and thinking, I want this. But saying it is weirdly mortifying, even though it has no reason to be!

Aaaaugh why is this so haaaaard

She leans up, her mouth hovering near his ear, and she tries again. A few attempts and no sound comes out, and she actually groans in frustration before she finally manages the words, low, in a murmur: ]

I wanted to... could we... go further? Like... all the way?

[ She stays close, if only so she can press the side of her face to his and hide her hideous, flaming blush. ]

[He lifts himself up a little on is hands and knees, just to give her room and to listen. Want to... what? Luke touches her cheek with his own as she gets near his ear, and he shuts his eyes as she mutters to him.

Further? All the way?]

[...]

[... wait]

[WAIT WAIT WAIT]

[FURTHER? ALL THE WAY?

...

ALL THE WAY?]

[IS THIS A THING HE REALLY HEARD HE'S SURE HE HEARD IT RIGHT BUT

BUT]

[Okay

Okay okay okay it

it's

it's not like he doesn't want to - GOOD GOD it's not like he doesn't want to, how many times has he been jerked awake at night thanks to STUPID SEXY dreams?

But... well... this is...

So after his COMPLETELY INTERNAL flail, he swallows to himself, then nudges her cheek again as he speaks.]

A - [And his voice cracked. Good job.] Are you... sure? I mean... [This is a big step. Very big. And - he really really REALLY wants to, but if she isn't quite ready, or unsure...]

[ what you mean he wasn't actually freaking the fuck out and possibly elbowing her in the face

ANYWAY she takes a deep breath and lowers herself back down enough so she can look at him clearly. Her blush is receding, if only because, as embarrassing as this is, it's also kind of a serious topic. They've been skirting around this for a long time, doing everything just short of this, and it's more than just a physical thing. There's a lot of heart in this. A whole lot of emotion. Very confused emotions, torn and warm and wanting and uncertain and ... ready.

Finally, after a beat of silence, she nods. ]

Yeah. I know it... always takes me a while, but... [ She finally smiles a little, sheepish. ] I want this, Luke. I'm ready. If ... if you are.

Oh.

[So... she really is ready. They really are about to do this. Well... in a few minutes, anyway. But they're still about to do this thing.

He'd been waiting for a while now; despite him not being known for his patience, he'd still given the reigns to her, letting her decide where to go with it. Of course, there were a few times where he had to reel in that small bit of disappointment, but overall it was pretty good. He didn't mind waiting, especially with something like this.

And now... here they are.

He's still staring down at her, a blush on his own face and eyes wide in disbelief. But after a moment, his expression softens, and he lowers himself gently on top of her once more.]

Yeah... Yeah. I am. I mean... I want this too, Xion.

[His smile turns a little sheepish. And, even though they've had intimate moments like this plenty of times, he finds himself a little unsure of what to do.

Might as well start by kissing her, right?]

[ She breathes out slow and a little shaky when he lowers himself onto her again, feeling the beginnings of heat low in her belly. That now-familiar warmth, though it's really been months since the last time they did anything like this.

She's still a little uncertain, but she's smiling before he kisses her. Of course she has a little trepidation about actually having sex, but she means what she says. She wants to do this with him. Now that he's finally back, finally healthy, now that the shadow is gone from their lives... she wants to be with him. More now than ever before.

So she returns his kiss, though it is less passionate for now and more tender and loving and gentle. Still, both her hands return to lifting up his shirt. She really just sort of wants it gone. ]

[Just the thought of doing this with her, being with her like this, and so aware of being against her right now... well, it's making heat pool beneath Luke's abdomen, making him a little stiff as a result. Welp. She's sure to feel that pretty soon, even with his baggy pants.

Still, he's just as tender with his kisses and his touches, one hand moving down to stroke up and down her waist with his fingertips. He stops once he notices what she's doing to his shirt, opening his eyes halfway before breaking the kiss and letting out a quiet, helpless and timid chuckle. Xion isn't the only one who's a little nervous about actually having sex, even though he wants this just as much.

She can't get that shirt off without some help, though. Luke sits up enough to lift his arms and let her just slide that shirt off of him. There are scars, so many compared to when he first arrived here. But with her... it's like they're not even there at all. There's no hesitation or feelings of inadequacy now that it's off, and instead, he leans back down again, forehead against forehead, and lets out a slow breath as he slides one hand under her night shirt, fingers caressing along her ribcage. Honestly, now that they're this far, he kind of just wants that shirt off too.]

[ She does feel it, especially after he leans back down and presses against her in a slightly different way. That, plus the way he reaches up under her own shirt, makes her start to laugh. It's quiet and very gentle and fond but she's not really sure why she's doing it. Maybe it's nervousness, maybe there's something a little funny about this, maybe she's just happy. She's not sure.

But she does remember that this particular pajama top is button up. So she slips her hands between their torsos and just undoes the buttons, one at a time. She can't very well take it off when he's on top of her, after all. But she can do the next best thing: pull it off her skin to pool at her sides once all the buttons are undone, leaving her chest exposed to him. Doing so naturally makes her blush, and she shifts her legs a little, laughing again, almost giddy. She sort of can't believe they're doing this. ]

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