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perfectmatch2025-06-23 11:37 am
marriagebroker) wrote in perfectmatch2025-06-23 11:37 amEntry tags:
week four | dates
Get dressed up, go on the town, this is your last week for romance!
marriagebroker) wrote in perfectmatch2025-06-23 11:37 am
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In truth, it's as much about making Edamura squirmy (hilarious, cute) as it is about calming his own nerves, using familiar slippery tactics to make this foreign subject a little more palatable for himself. Rom chuckles before continuing low. ]
I asked to speak with him in private concerning potential match options for next week. I thought he'd appreciation the discretion, you see. And he thought I was referring to that room. Scandalous, no?
[ He tries not to think about the feel of that hand slipping down his back, warm even through the fabric of his clothes. Maintaining composure would be far harder if he started thinking about that. ]
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I don't know if "scandalous" is the word I'd use. . .
[the first movement of Edamura's hand behind Rom's back had been a simple consequence of leaning further against him. the second movement-- the glide of fingers up his spine, then across the expanse of his shoulder blades-- is purposeful, albeit idle. pensive, even!! he stops when his hand comes to rest against Rom's opposite shoulder, arm now draped casually behind his neck]
It is the only room in the house without cameras. [he knows this only because of Wei Wuxian] So theoretically, people could just be going in there to talk.
[. . .]
But everyone else is definitely going to assume otherwise.
[. . . HE SUPPOSES THAT PART IS SCANDALOUS. . .]
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Anyway, he nods seriously. ]
Of course. The privacy would be invaluable for any sort of conversation discussing personal matters.
[ ... ]
But the name certainly conjures a certain image in the mind, doesn't it. Haha.
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It's the absolute dumbest name I've ever heard.
[he may or may not have had an argument with WWX about this on week one]
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What do you mean, Makoto-san? You aren't enticed by the offerings of the Boom Boom Room?
[ His voice does not deviate one iota from his usual cadence as he says that wretched name. ]
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[immediately rocks the ENTIRETY OF HIS BODY WEIGHT into Rom's side. with full intent to knock him over!!]
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Well, not that I disagree. I'm sure they named it that in part to get reactions like yours.
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Yeah, probably. Still stupid!
[. . .]
[a quiet grumble]
. . . but the privacy would still be nice.
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Makoto-san. [ Said low, to absolutely make sure the cameras won't catch it for now, breaths inadvertently skimming through the stray hairs at the crown of Edamura's head. ] I don't mind, if you wanted to go in there.
[ A pause before he leans forward, trying to get a glimpse of Edamura's expression before he continues. ]
-- but it's also only a week until this game ends. Privacy will be easy, then. If that's better for you.
[ No need to enter some mortifying room just for a talk. ]
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[for a moment, Edamura is. . . quiet, perfectly content to let those words hang in the air as a slight pinch knits his brows together, lips pressed into a tight, thin line. on the outside, his expression doesn't change much. but he feels the shift from within-- the way his pulse skitters, each beat reverberating through him like that goddamned hummingbird. he really owes Rom a good shaking for this later. asshole has no idea what he is capable of, does he?? or maybe he does! and that makes it worse!]
[. . . and does Edamura want to sneak away for a bit of privacy? especially since ditching the cameras is no longer an option? he's sure someone in the house will see. he is sure someone will tease!! so. . . can he wait an entire week, until they're released from production and free to do as they wish, without an audience following their every move?]
[. . .]
[. . . is he overthinking things again. . .]
[. . .]
[god. he totally is]
[the silence is finally cut by a small huff, and Edamura pushes himself upright, twisting to face Rom completely while palms find their way to warm, stubbled cheeks]
. . . c'mere, for just--
[-- just a second, he wants to say. but before he can finish, he pushes through with leftover courage from the weekend, surging forward to press his lips against Rom's in another stolen kiss. perhaps he should stop doing this without warning!!]
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-- and then his hand slips, spilling him onto his back, Edamura on top.
There's the soft click of teeth on teeth from the jolt as his back hits the blanket, probably ending the kiss in rather anticlimactic fashion.
Rom laughs as their lips part -- a real one. Hands automatically rising so he can loosely loop his arms around Edamura's back as he looks up at him. ]
Aah, okay, okay! Understood. [ He can't resist -- ] Waiting for a week it is. That's totally fine by me.
1/2
[. . . Rom's hold slips rather unexpectedly, and the solid weight keeping Edamura upright flops backwards, taking him down along with it. he lays sprawled across Rom's form, a startled noise bubbling in his throat as he jerks back from the kiss, scarlet flooding his features, one hand rising to press tightly against his face. as if that will hide his very visible embarrassment!!]
Shit--
[but. . . then arms snake around his back, a light laugh tumbling from Rom's lips-- kind and cute, not teasing or mocking-- and. . . well. part of him relaxes, melting more comfortably across his companion's chest]
. . . i-it's been a really long time, okay, s-so. . .
[HE'S NOT THE BEST AT THIS]
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[presses his forehead against Rom's shoulders and mutters, quiet but still audible]
. . . we can go tonight.
Really late.
No one'll see us.
[NO ONE WILL TEASE--]
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Before he can even overthink the action, he ends up wrapping his arms tighter around Edamura's back and squeezing him close. Not roughly, just -- keeping him close for the moment. ]
Late at night it is.
[ He indulges in that arrangement just long enough to take one deep breath, then one more, before loosening the squeeze of his arms. Raising his head to try and glimpse Edamura's expression. ]
And it'll be nice to rest here a while, first. It wouldn't do to make it all the way in there only to fall asleep from the late hour, would it.
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[. . . yeah. thoughts of their late-night excursion into the ROOM-THAT-SHALL-NOT-BE-NAMED evaporate entirely from Edamura's mind as those arms tighten around his shoulders. he doesn't even tense underneath the action, though he does find himself inhaling a sharp, surprised breath. one that he exhales slowly a few moments later, eyes slipping shut as he allows for the tighter embrace, as he presses his face a little closer to Rom's shoulder]
[and then. . . Rom's hold loosens, and Edamura pops back up again with chin propped into his palm, elbow resting across Rom's chest. GENTLY!! he is far too cozy in this position to move out of it, intimate (and mmmmildly compromising) as it may be. acutely aware of the cameras as he is, he just can't bring himself to care. for now.]
Don't rush into a nap too quickly. We haven't even used the telescope.
[it's a light tease]
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[ He's kidding, of course. No matter how tired he feels after three weeks of this game, he's not sure he could easily fall asleep like this. The circumstances just feel a little too electric for that, and even as he lets his head fall back onto the blanket with a little rustle, he's just gazing up at the stars. ]
... I suppose I was just a little nervous the other day, before the ceremony. [ As if it wasn't already obvious from what little they'd talked about before the actual ceremony. ] I'm still catching up on sleep from that.
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[. . .]
[. . . idly, he brushes a thumb across the apple of Rom's cheek, right underneath those exhausted circles]
Nervous, huh. . . [their conversation before the ceremony had been short, but it's not like Edamura had been bereft of nerves himself. still. . . he can't help but ask] . . . why?
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It felt like things were going too well, I suppose.
[ His own hand drifts up where it lays on Edamura's back, grazing higher up to rest between his shoulderblades, fingertips toying with an errant fold of fabric. ]
That the numbers worked out so neatly, and even lined up with what you were thinking. Sometimes when a job's going too smoothly, it just means you've missed something vital. -- I was thinking of backup plans of what to do if something went wrong at the last minute. Who I'd choose, what I'd say if someone else chose you first, or if the numbers were found to be wrong.
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[. . . and yet, a tiny li'l grin makes its way onto Edamura's features, exasperated yet still full of affection. of course that's where Rom's mind had gone. ever clinical, ever observant. . . ever focused on the goal ahead]
[. . .]
You wanna know why I was nervous?
[he asks, tone light as he continues to allow himself the opportunity to trace the lines of his companion's features. just idle! no real purpose, other than it feels nice to just. . . touch]
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Mm? You were nervous as well? It didn't even occur to me, what with your iron-clad composure.
[ Teasing, he's just teasing. ]
Why was it?
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I was nervous because I had just chosen to stand in front of a small crowd and tell this really sleazy salesman-- who had kind of been a pain in my neck-- that I actually really liked him.
[said simply. matter-of-fact. eyes slipping shut so he doesn't have to watch the way Rom reacts (because it might make him even more nervous), even as he lifts his hand from his companion's cheek to. . . gently flick his forehead]
. . . in so many words.
[in many words, actually, but that is neither here nor there]
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-- it's not like he's never heard that word directed at himself. 'Like.' But it's always been different -- coming from fans who've only ever seen that deliberately-constructed facade of his, an incidental 'like' bought with showmanship and flair. This, though ... it's scary just how much those simple words squeeze around his heart.
Positioned like this, Edamura might feel the way Rom's chest rises with a short, halting breath. Then abruptly, he murmurs, ]
Excuse me.
[ Just as abruptly, he sits up a little. Just enough that he can properly wrap both arms around Edamura and hug him close, close. Even then the movement is gentle, but it's insistent, as is the way he noses against the crown of Edamura's head. There's the rise and fall of his chest with another deep breath; his words come low, whispered right against the soft strands of Edamura's hair. ]
If you'll give me just a moment longer, please.
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[the movement is so sudden that Edamura has no choice but to go with it. to be propped up as arms glide around his shoulders, squeezing him impossibly close, face suddenly tucked to chest. from this proximity, he can hear the gentle thrum of Rom's heart beating against his cheek, and any surprised noise that may have threatened to spring to life immediately dies in the back of his throat. whatever he had expected from that simple, easy, completely nonchalant tidbit of honesty. . . it wasn't this]
[. . .]
[. . . though he doesn't mind this. likes it, even. it's a marvel, how impactful such a simple gesture can be. not dissimilar to the effect that gentle thumb roaming across his knuckles had been. is he truly this starved for affection? or is it just--]
[-- no. it's not that he's desperate. it's just the person he's here with]
[another small huff, but Edamura snakes his own arms around Rom's back, linking fingers together at the bottom. his hold is much looser, but no less affectionate as a tiny, breathless laugh tumbles from his lips]
Sure. . . take as many as you want.
. . . sap.
[SAYS THIS GUY!!!]
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