Heated Confessions (Misaki/Rita)
It had been three years to the day that they had started to travel together. Rita enjoyed Misaki's company a great deal. It was fun to teach him the ways of some of the places she had been to before when they ended up there. Even more fun to learn new things right along with him in the places she hadn't been. When they stayed in hotels they always got a room with two beds... well till recently anyway. It wasn't till about two months ago that they started to share a bed. Not in the way most would think either.
They just cuddled as they drifted to sleep, and found it was cheaper this way too. They had grown so close to one another and Rita admitted to herself everyday she saw him, that she was just... head over heals for the Japanese man. She wanted to tell him, but not knowing if her feelings were returned or not was the only thing holding her back. She'd wait for him to confess first.
Right now they were in a hotel that unfortunately did not have central air. Clad in nothing but her bra and panties she flopped down on the bed, face smashed into the pillow and muttered into it, "Stupid coin... The hell did it have to land on a fucking desert for?" It wasn't really a desert, it was just a country on the equator. One that was always hot. Thankfully they had a large fan blowing over them with a large bowl of quickly melting ice in front of it. The nights were killer though. They couldn't find enough blankets to keep them warm. it was annoying. But Rita had a job there... so they couldn't leave. Mentally she cursed the rare animal that she was there to write about.
