𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲,

'Magic Hour' Jacket Behind

Resilient as Takashi was he was no immortal, the scars scattered along his body told as much. Yet he was still alive and as such he saw no reason in unnecessarily worrying Cherry, much less in a playful mood like this. Could he as a man deny himself being complemented like this, knowing they were a perfect match in that regard? "Perfect for me." He agreed for once without hesitation, head confidently nodding along with it. Maybe that was part of the reason she came over to him without needing to be told, although that was simply expected. Commanding a room was easy for him, this was no exception even if it was a private little dinner. As if it was their own home his muscular figure welcomed her on his side of the table, hands finding their usual place on her ass once stroked up her thigh and the other in her neck to pull her down once the kiss was broken into one more stormy, deeper and to him, more satisfactory. Tongue swiped over her lower lip, taking some of the cherry red with it that now also adorned the peak of his cheek. Those curves were challenged upon him pulling her body flush against him, Takashi's head rested back to look up to her. "You wear underwear? Must be a real special night." The movements of her hips were nothing out of the ordinary yet noted anyway while his gaze fell from her beautiful face, down to the cleavage they had just previously talked about so jokingly, where his head didn't need to strain too face anymore to press his lips to the mound of one of her breasts. Takashi was not one to dress up in full suit most of the time, it felt restrictive to his former fighter nature. Thus he would always settle for dress pants along with an expensive button up of which more buttons were opened than closed to make for a plummeting neckline. If Cherry wanted to she could reach inside to feel strong pecs, the heat radiating off of him at all times already an invitation to keep her close. "Special since this business lady's been so busy." It was playfully accusatory seeing how she was never more busy than him. Fingers tightened their hold on her behind then while the other slid away from her hair to reach for his pocket, a little box soon presented to her. Within moments it was flipped open to present her with a red ruby ring, encased in pure gold vines adorned by several little diamonds. "Happy anniversary, Cher."

ㅤㅤshe was stunned into silence for a few moments at first, her eyes welling up so much that the beauty of the ruby red ring surrounded by brilliant diamonds was growing blurred. " oh, kashi... " her voice was soft and trembly when she finally reached out to take the ring out from the box to slide onto an index finger. " happy anniversary, my love. " the ruby twinkled as she cupped at his cheeks to give him a sweet yet passionate kiss, almost turning her body into his so much that she nearly straddled him before pulling away, but only for air. " you showed me up, though. i hid your gift at your place to give to you when we go back afterwards... but, in my defence, i couldn't exactly hide it in my nonexistent pocket. " glistening eyes alternate between her handsome boyfriend and his beautiful gift, slumping a little further into his chest and making herself at home in his arms. " 사랑해요. " she started, brushing her thumb along the defined apple of his cheek whilst continuing, " i love you, takashi. let's grow old together, my forever love. "

One little body really could make so much noise and not even the pleasant kind. Easily a large hand grasped for her jaw, fingers pressed to her cheeks to stop those lips from moving - finally a moment of quiet to cut into the waterfall of complaints. To think his graceful princess had been reborn into this, fate really loved messing with the deity. Not that she was any less attractive than she had been a hundred years ago yet modern times came with modern personalities. "Who's your daddy, hm?" A joke in the midst of her serious rant, very much because he very well knew who her father was. Her whole family even, after all he had been around this city long enough to know many families stories. Not to forget the CEO was someone people simply knew, along with that gorgeous daughter of his and her renowned talents. "Nothing about you is subtle enough not to be noticed. Yakuza eat women like you for lunch, cut you up and sell you to the highest bidder." Although a high profile woman like her going missing would be a risk not many were willing to take. Unless they were Fujitaka's brother of course. At last her cheeks and thus mouth was released, although his hand remained close, pushed underneath her jaw to look her over. "I don't need civilian help." Not like he had ever cared who he needed to use for his goals. But Kittiya was different - for obvious reasons. "Are you not satisfied with what you do for me already, my flower?"

ㅤㅤ" and if yakuza eat women like me for lunch, then why haven't they just gobbled me up yet? they come to my shows a lot. more than you do. " she didn't know whether she was telling him in an attempt to stir jealousy, or just because. " i'm not just a civilian. i'm pretty, and i'm famous. i could date one and be your informant. like an undercover agent. i've got arms and combat training. " her father had always wanted a son, but with her mother's passing without granting him his wish, he'd had no choice but to pass on his hobbies to her. small hands rest palm down against his torso before running up and along his shoulders, almost massaging them, before both met at the nape of his neck. " you know i'm always satisfied with what we do for each other, my worrier, but i want to be able to help you in more ways than one. "

"it'll only cause a scene if you make it a scene. i'm pretty fuckin' discreet." showing up that bar was not, but it was close enough to his place to make it seem like maybe he was looking for his parents. or something. "wanna suck my dick in the bathroom?" he offered, smug grin across his lips. he wasn't serious... well, not fully, just wanted to see how far he could push her. all he thought about was the woman, day and night, rutting into his girlfriend with his eyes closed as he imagined her, her smell, the way she felt around him.

ㅤㅤ" pretty fucking discreet, coming from the guy who was talking about his young, thick cock all loud and shit not even a minute ago... " her hushed voice was still laced with enough venom to bite, but the growing smile on her lips was threatening to give away her smugness at his advances. it irritated her how tempting his offer was. she felt like it was something she could've gotten away with if in her twenties, but she was only a few years off sixty. but, still, she mulled it over... penelope leaned closer, cupping a hand by his ear to whisper, " only if you eat my pussy first. "

"lingerie always kind of feels male gaze-y, and any artwork i like isn't... like that. not because i'm, like, a fuckin'... i 'unno. but i never really liked things catered towards what a man is supposed to like." he didn't know why he was talking to her about art of all people... seemed like he was trying to talk to david fincher about directing movies. still, he didn't want her to think he was making it up. archie wasn't really good at presenting himself the way he wanted. struggled with that all of his life. "right." nodding, his expression didn't shift, he just let the skateboard drop to the ground and began to skate towards the lot overrun with skaters. with his jacket falling off of one of his shoulders, he made sure to glide along the sidewalk slow enough for the woman to walk along and show him which one was her car.

ㅤㅤhe talked of his dislike of appealing to the male gaze, and, for a moment, minseo went from attracted to extremely attracted to archie. and then he skated along by her side towards her car, and she got a strange sense of deja vu because her eldest often met her after work and walked, or rather skated, this exact route with her. luckily it was dark and she was lingering a few steps behind him, so archie couldn't see her visibly cringe at the inner monologue. she cleared her throat and unlocked her car when he reached it ahead of her, making the headlights flash whilst the wing mirrors whirred open. " you can put your board in the trunk — there's a blanket down there already for dirty shoes and stuff. " she actively avoided mentioning her sons own skateboard, instead opting to quietly place her own bag on the backseat on the drivers side before slipping into her seat. " what materials do you prefer to use? and what size canvas? "

Maura Isles in 1x02 Boston Strangler Redux