![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nyanderenekoWord Count: 1,398
Summary: Nova doesn’t plan on leaving the annual holiday celebration without exchanging this particularly festive traditional with the one she loves.
Author’s Note: Such an original title, I know, orz but I was too lazy to think of anything more creative. This is just a short holiday piece I wrote for myself because I really wanted to write some selfship stuff and I figured this was as good an opportunity as any. Just short and sappy because that’s my self insert MO. I also realize there seems to be some implied funny business at the end but that wasn’t my intention, I swear!! Take it as you will I suppose lol, and Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays again to everyone and their wonderful F/Os! Also the suit from this official art is what I imagined him wearing because I love it lol, I know I already featured it in another piece but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I just love it that much!
This year’s holiday festivities had gone off without a hitch, which was a noteworthy accomplishment in and of itself. Considering the track record of strange occurrences that tended to pop up at this time of year, or really any time for that matter, the peaceful uneventfulness of it all was a welcome relief, a pleasant surprise. Tackling supernatural mishaps day in and day out wore on the operatives more than they realized, more than they were accustomed to noticing in the first place. That was the nature of their profession, and none of them wanted to take this temporary reprieve from said chaos for granted.
A modest gathering had been held for the organization’s personnel from every division, both supernatural and mundane. Well, modest was a relative term when it came to the organization’s head, a man who could easily be characterised by his flamboyant tendencies alone. He never wasted an opportunity to put his unique set of decorative talents on display for anyone and everyone who might stumble upon them. The extravagant decor he unveiled in such instances lead some of the officers to speculate as to where he got the funds for such an eclectic array of items, but those types of questions were better left unsaid if you knew what was good for you.
It seemed that most if not all of the attendees had enjoyed their evening to the fullest, including the specific set of Clansmen that’d been roped into putting it all together at the Captain’s behest. That phase of the celebration had been quite an incident in and of itself. Yet another holiday memory they were forced to file away in the depths of their subconscious, only to be inevitably reminded of the debacle when this time of year rolled around once again.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Nova called out to one of the few lingering guests, an individual who had been unceremoniously swept into the flow of things for the past few hours despite his earnest protests. She approached him with a smile, one that she wasn’t even really aware she was wearing, an innate reaction to being near him or getting to glimpse his stunning face. He’d grown to be a much better sport over the years, adapting to his coworkers’ irritating whims with greater tact than blowing up like a perpetually lit short fuse. They still deserved to incur some measure of chastisement every now and again for their nonsense, especially when they got out of hand. As the party had begun to wind down so too did their spirited antics as they slowly trickled out of the grand hall.
“To get out of this thing,” the man she’d flagged down explained curtly, tugging at his uncharastically tight collar.
“Ah, of course,” she observed in amusement. “Can’t handle being buttoned up like that for too long, can you?”
His sharp blue eyes met her dark teasing ones with irritation, and she simply laughed into her hand before winding her arms around one of his. “Sorry, I know you’ve had more than enough of tonight. But before you go, do you think you could do me a favor?”
“And what would that be?” His words and gaze softened in her embrace, unable to resist the mollifying effect her mere presence seemed to have on him.
“Look up and see for yourself.”
Following her vague instructions, a sudden wave of heat swelled in Saruhiko’s face. Nova had taken the opportunity to pass out a handful of mistletoe kisses throughout the duration of the party, granting each individual that happened to cross paths with her beneath the innocuous looking plant a chaste peck on the cheek. It was a mischievous plan she’d come up with during the party preparations, and it’d honestly brought her quite a bit of joy to carry out. Her own resolve was tested when she’d made the mistake of encountering people such as the Captain and the Lieutenant, although both were kind and accommodating enough to diffuse any tension the predicament may have stirred up. After spending so many of her kind hearted kisses on others, she was determined to not let this man leave before she could deliver one to him as well.
Sure, it would have been just as simple to follow him anywhere else and execute her plan, but there was something about the ritual of the mistletoe that motivated her to make her play here and now. Maybe she’d had just a tad too much to drink, or her own selfishness was encouraging her to make a scene despite the few uninterested stragglers that remained to observe them. Either way, she had him right where she wanted him, and she certainly wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
“Look, I think you’re being a little--”
Pushy? Immature? Clingy? All those adjectives would have been applicable, but she didn’t give him a chance to reveal which one he was aiming for. Grasping him by the soft bow that hung conspicuously from his collar, she coaxed him just close enough for her lips to meet his own. As uncomfortable as he initially found this setting, he wasn’t at all displeased with her gesture, putting aside his own bashfulness as he leaned into the kiss of his own volition. Arms winding firmly around her waist, reminding himself not to scoop her up out of reflex--this wasn’t exactly the right time or place--they held each other for what seemed like minutes, hours, though it surely couldn’t have been more than a few fleeting, intimate seconds.
They could feel their matching Auras flickering deep within them, reacting to the incorporeally profound connection they shared through their unexplainable abilities. But their bond wasn’t something that could be measured or observed by any known means in the universe. Of course, their interactions and the way they regarded one another could reflect their thoughts and feelings to a certain extent, but nothing would ever be able to truly express the depth of emotion they held for one another.
Nova could feel Saruhiko’s fingers tighten on her lower back, the heat of his additional Aura soaking through the soft fabric of her dress and melting into her skin, inducing a shiver. Her ears perked up as he smiled against her lips, yet another place where heat seemed to be radiating from him and pooling into her. She wound her tail around one of his arms, stretching up on her toes to get that much closer, pressing herself against him. As inappropriate as it may have been, the young woman relished the fact that she could kindle such a unique reaction in him. It made her heart flutter to know, with some semblance of proof, that she could make him feel as elated as he made her.
“Is this the only favor you needed from me?” he murmured, his words drifting across her skin. “Because I really would like to get out of this thing.”
“Alright, I guess you’re free to go,” she conceded, rolling back on her feet. “Thank you for humoring me.”
“You’re not sticking around, are you?” he asked, sounding almost exasperated.
“Hm, I guess I don’t have anything left to do,” she shrugged, squeezing his hands and smiling at him playfully. “I’ll slip into something more comfortable, too, and come meet you.”
“Just don’t get sidetracked,” he advised, glancing around the room. Neither of them wanted to get pulled into any more sudden suggestions or obligations that may have been lying in wait to sabotage what little remained of their evening.
“I’ll be fine,” she reassured, giving him a parting kiss on the cheek. “Oh, and I should thank you. For making this Christmas and every other holiday memorable for me. For just letting me be with you. It’s the highlight of every occasion for me.”
“Well, you know I feel the same,” he sheepishly confessed, ruffling her hair. “Now quit stalling. The more time we waste the more susceptible we are to ambush.”
Nova chuckled at his persistent paranoia and followed him into the hall, preparing to split up--but they wouldn’t be apart for long. “If you say so.” Even as their paths diverged, the young woman could feel that the heat he’d imbued her with still lingered on her skin. Little did she know that that same heat was also still simmering beneath his own.
Summary: Nova doesn’t plan on leaving the annual holiday celebration without exchanging this particularly festive traditional with the one she loves.
Author’s Note: Such an original title, I know, orz but I was too lazy to think of anything more creative. This is just a short holiday piece I wrote for myself because I really wanted to write some selfship stuff and I figured this was as good an opportunity as any. Just short and sappy because that’s my self insert MO. I also realize there seems to be some implied funny business at the end but that wasn’t my intention, I swear!! Take it as you will I suppose lol, and Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays again to everyone and their wonderful F/Os! Also the suit from this official art is what I imagined him wearing because I love it lol, I know I already featured it in another piece but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I just love it that much!
__________
This year’s holiday festivities had gone off without a hitch, which was a noteworthy accomplishment in and of itself. Considering the track record of strange occurrences that tended to pop up at this time of year, or really any time for that matter, the peaceful uneventfulness of it all was a welcome relief, a pleasant surprise. Tackling supernatural mishaps day in and day out wore on the operatives more than they realized, more than they were accustomed to noticing in the first place. That was the nature of their profession, and none of them wanted to take this temporary reprieve from said chaos for granted.
A modest gathering had been held for the organization’s personnel from every division, both supernatural and mundane. Well, modest was a relative term when it came to the organization’s head, a man who could easily be characterised by his flamboyant tendencies alone. He never wasted an opportunity to put his unique set of decorative talents on display for anyone and everyone who might stumble upon them. The extravagant decor he unveiled in such instances lead some of the officers to speculate as to where he got the funds for such an eclectic array of items, but those types of questions were better left unsaid if you knew what was good for you.
It seemed that most if not all of the attendees had enjoyed their evening to the fullest, including the specific set of Clansmen that’d been roped into putting it all together at the Captain’s behest. That phase of the celebration had been quite an incident in and of itself. Yet another holiday memory they were forced to file away in the depths of their subconscious, only to be inevitably reminded of the debacle when this time of year rolled around once again.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Nova called out to one of the few lingering guests, an individual who had been unceremoniously swept into the flow of things for the past few hours despite his earnest protests. She approached him with a smile, one that she wasn’t even really aware she was wearing, an innate reaction to being near him or getting to glimpse his stunning face. He’d grown to be a much better sport over the years, adapting to his coworkers’ irritating whims with greater tact than blowing up like a perpetually lit short fuse. They still deserved to incur some measure of chastisement every now and again for their nonsense, especially when they got out of hand. As the party had begun to wind down so too did their spirited antics as they slowly trickled out of the grand hall.
“To get out of this thing,” the man she’d flagged down explained curtly, tugging at his uncharastically tight collar.
“Ah, of course,” she observed in amusement. “Can’t handle being buttoned up like that for too long, can you?”
His sharp blue eyes met her dark teasing ones with irritation, and she simply laughed into her hand before winding her arms around one of his. “Sorry, I know you’ve had more than enough of tonight. But before you go, do you think you could do me a favor?”
“And what would that be?” His words and gaze softened in her embrace, unable to resist the mollifying effect her mere presence seemed to have on him.
“Look up and see for yourself.”
Following her vague instructions, a sudden wave of heat swelled in Saruhiko’s face. Nova had taken the opportunity to pass out a handful of mistletoe kisses throughout the duration of the party, granting each individual that happened to cross paths with her beneath the innocuous looking plant a chaste peck on the cheek. It was a mischievous plan she’d come up with during the party preparations, and it’d honestly brought her quite a bit of joy to carry out. Her own resolve was tested when she’d made the mistake of encountering people such as the Captain and the Lieutenant, although both were kind and accommodating enough to diffuse any tension the predicament may have stirred up. After spending so many of her kind hearted kisses on others, she was determined to not let this man leave before she could deliver one to him as well.
Sure, it would have been just as simple to follow him anywhere else and execute her plan, but there was something about the ritual of the mistletoe that motivated her to make her play here and now. Maybe she’d had just a tad too much to drink, or her own selfishness was encouraging her to make a scene despite the few uninterested stragglers that remained to observe them. Either way, she had him right where she wanted him, and she certainly wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
“Look, I think you’re being a little--”
Pushy? Immature? Clingy? All those adjectives would have been applicable, but she didn’t give him a chance to reveal which one he was aiming for. Grasping him by the soft bow that hung conspicuously from his collar, she coaxed him just close enough for her lips to meet his own. As uncomfortable as he initially found this setting, he wasn’t at all displeased with her gesture, putting aside his own bashfulness as he leaned into the kiss of his own volition. Arms winding firmly around her waist, reminding himself not to scoop her up out of reflex--this wasn’t exactly the right time or place--they held each other for what seemed like minutes, hours, though it surely couldn’t have been more than a few fleeting, intimate seconds.
They could feel their matching Auras flickering deep within them, reacting to the incorporeally profound connection they shared through their unexplainable abilities. But their bond wasn’t something that could be measured or observed by any known means in the universe. Of course, their interactions and the way they regarded one another could reflect their thoughts and feelings to a certain extent, but nothing would ever be able to truly express the depth of emotion they held for one another.
Nova could feel Saruhiko’s fingers tighten on her lower back, the heat of his additional Aura soaking through the soft fabric of her dress and melting into her skin, inducing a shiver. Her ears perked up as he smiled against her lips, yet another place where heat seemed to be radiating from him and pooling into her. She wound her tail around one of his arms, stretching up on her toes to get that much closer, pressing herself against him. As inappropriate as it may have been, the young woman relished the fact that she could kindle such a unique reaction in him. It made her heart flutter to know, with some semblance of proof, that she could make him feel as elated as he made her.
“Is this the only favor you needed from me?” he murmured, his words drifting across her skin. “Because I really would like to get out of this thing.”
“Alright, I guess you’re free to go,” she conceded, rolling back on her feet. “Thank you for humoring me.”
“You’re not sticking around, are you?” he asked, sounding almost exasperated.
“Hm, I guess I don’t have anything left to do,” she shrugged, squeezing his hands and smiling at him playfully. “I’ll slip into something more comfortable, too, and come meet you.”
“Just don’t get sidetracked,” he advised, glancing around the room. Neither of them wanted to get pulled into any more sudden suggestions or obligations that may have been lying in wait to sabotage what little remained of their evening.
“I’ll be fine,” she reassured, giving him a parting kiss on the cheek. “Oh, and I should thank you. For making this Christmas and every other holiday memorable for me. For just letting me be with you. It’s the highlight of every occasion for me.”
“Well, you know I feel the same,” he sheepishly confessed, ruffling her hair. “Now quit stalling. The more time we waste the more susceptible we are to ambush.”
Nova chuckled at his persistent paranoia and followed him into the hall, preparing to split up--but they wouldn’t be apart for long. “If you say so.” Even as their paths diverged, the young woman could feel that the heat he’d imbued her with still lingered on her skin. Little did she know that that same heat was also still simmering beneath his own.
(no subject)
Date: 2019-12-25 03:29 pm (UTC)