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[Between Watanuki's future sight and his general awareness of a person's wish, he hasn't had a hard time figuring out just what is on Sakura's mund. And even without those gifts he probably would have gotten the hint. He's not inexperienced in any part of a relationship, and he can read a room reasonably well.

He's also been frustrated with how busy the shop is, much like Sakura has been. He knows it's impossible for everyone to have no clue what they're about to do, but he would like to at least have the illusion of privacy.

Thankfully everyone else is either out in the yard or off to another world at the moment, and a knowing smile slips onto his lips as those arms find their way around his waist. ]

Oh no, I've been captured. I guess I have no choice but to get kidnapped. Hopefully my kidnapper shows me mercy.

What sort of mercy are you hoping for?

[ She rests her head on his shoulder and her grip gets tighter, until she's pressing herself against his back

...she has something she kind of wants to do, but if Watanuki would rather not have her toss him around again, she's fine with it. She was surprised that he seemed to like it in the first place. ]

I'm thinking a nice, quiet, and private room would be nice. Somewhere far away from the distractions of all the residents and guests.

[Besides that, though, Watanuki is all ears. He does like being tossed around, so if it's something along those lines then he will likely enjoy it.

But while he waits for a response, he places a hand over the back of hers while it remains around his waist, his way of touching her while she hugs him from behind. It's then that he peeks back over his shoulder, hoping to catch her eye and see what she's up to.]

I can't tell if that's you saying we should move, or a complaint about the fact that a private room is way too hard to find, lately.

[ or both

The look on her face is of the "has an idea" variety, but honestly it's not that kinky, just something she hasn't done before. ]

Is my room alright? I can't imagine why someone would wander in there. It's not very interesting.

It could be both.

[He sees that look, and he is all too willing to go along with any of Sakura's ideas. Which is also why he wants to go to a room: he's always been private about his affections beyond hand-holding and sweet words. He is a gentleman, after all, he wouldn't do anything too obscene in public.

He still gets the feeling that everyone is going to end up knowing about it within a day, though.]

You are right, we are the only two who would find need for it. Let's go there.

[ As long as she doesn't get a sex cake, she'll live with it..........

But there's a nod, and Sakura lets go of him to tug on his sleeve. She takes a look down the hallway before she starts walking to her room because her walking somewhere with Watanuki isn't out of place or weird, but if someone walks by she is likely to clam up and start acting flustered and then it will be weird. So, better to avoid anyone altogether. ]

I guess I should look into decorating it, now. [ her room is pretty plain, because she didn't expect to be staying here long term ]

[It's alright. If they come across anyone, Watanuki is the master of smiling and acting like everything is fine. Though that might just make it even more weird, if Sakura is flustered too.

But they thankfully get there without any interruptions, and Watanuki closes the door quietly behind him. He might also be putting a small touch of magic on the door too, one that just makes people less likely to even consider knocking on the door. In lieu of locks, that's the best he can do.]

What would you decorate it with?

[ She has to think for a minute, because she never really decorated her bedroom at the Matou house either, just her bedroom on the island.

Once the door is closed, Sakura takes a seat on her bed (.........which I am assuming is a futon because shop) and motions for him to do the same. ]

Hmm. I could go to a thrift shop and see if I can find anything nice. Some picture frames, for a few photos I have. A cute lamp. A patterned blanket. Little things like that.

[ all of it pink ]

We could go on a shopping trip, if you like. It's been a while since either of us have gone out.

[He is a good choice for picking out cute pink things to decorate a room with.

That is for later, though. Maybe tomorrow. Because today Watanuki is in Sakura's room and sitting on his knees on her bed, and he definitely has less-than-pure intentions on his mind. He's close, so close that he can just reach out and bump the tips of his fingers against Sakura's hand. Hi there. ]

Aaah, that sounds nice. You know the area better, too.

[ Sakura takes his wandering hand and holds it for a minute, thinking. And then she smiles, pulling it up to her cardigan's clasp--the singular clasp holding it shut, situated in the middle of her chest. ]

More importantly, though...

[Ah.]

More importantly, we have an abundance of free, personal time right now. And I believe that people sometimes claim a space as their own in 'creative' ways?

[Look at him making a sex joke as he takes the hint and undoes the clasp on Sakura's cardigan.]

[ There's no part of her that expected him to make a crack like that. None whatsoever. This conversation suddenly feels like it took place in an entirely different lifetime. ]

I-I, um...

[ Maybe it did. It was, what, four months ago? That they were sitting in a room in a different world struggling to make eye contact because she'd taken a nice sentiment in a filthy way and here he is talking about breaking in her bedroom with sex.

For a few seconds, her brain short circuits. ]

[ There's....a lot she hasn't talked with him about, involving her history, part because she doesn't want to delve into something that hurts, part because she's a little afraid he'll judge her about it, part because she thinks he might already know, what with him summoning them all to the game for specific reasons, hers apparently being her exposure to some nasty shit.

It's that last part that has her hopeful, because if he does already know what she went through and he doesn't care, she can toss out those purity standards she still feels compelled to inflict on herself.

All of that's going through her head a mile a minute, and she doesn't have the time to think through it all before she answers him, because she's tried to think through it before, and all that happened was she got a stomachache and didn't feel like doing anything besides scrubbing the dishes afterwards.

This allllllllll stemming from the fact that she's still floored he actively wants to sleep with her.

She's.

She's still getting used to it. So he'll probably notice the awkward three-second pause she took for all of those thoughts to fly at her again. ]

Did...did you have something in mind...? Specifically...

[ Sakura doesn't look at him, but she does slip her cardigan off and start folding it up. ]

[There is indeed a lot they haven't talked about, partially because Watanuki is pretty bad at instigating talks about uncomfortable subjects. He knows enough of it to know that sex in general can be a difficult topic, even if his knowledge of her situation boils down to basically what someone could find on wikipedia.

Her hesitation gets him to pause too, because he had interpreted her moving his hand to her cardigan as permission to instigate amorous activities. Past encounters between them had been initiated similarly, with gentle touches and indirect talk about it. Had he misread that? He pulls his hand away, partially in confusion and partially out of worry.]

I...er. I thought you had something specific in mind here?

[He does actively want to sleep with her, troubling past or no. He wouldn't have continued to be with her if he didn't want to be. But now he hesitates, because he thinks Sakura might have something specific on her mind at the moment.]

But if you didn't, then we can talk instead?

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I did. Er--I do. It's just, the way you phrased it...

[ Sakura sets her cardigan off to the side and turns back to him. ]

Nevermind. I was thinking about some things, but...I dont want to think too deeply, right now. Unless...it's about you.

[ 'Don't think' has served her pretty well when it came to her various hangups. She has a feeling it will have to be talked about eventually, but not right now. Right now she's just watching his face and meeting his concerned look with a soft smile.

She crawls a bit closer, sitting up on her knees and settling her hands on his shoulders. ]

And...I don't want to talk, either.

[ If he'll let her, she'll start to push him back on the bed. ]

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[Ah.]

I think we can do that.

[Both the 'not thinking' and 'not talking', he means. He tends to mess things up when he talks too much, so not talking at all is a much better idea.

He lets himself get pushed down onto the bed, only really moving against Sakura's guiding for a moment or two to untangle his legs and keep them from ending up underneath him. Soon he's on his back, gazing up at Sakura with eyes full of affection and need.

He's tempted to pull her down to join him, but he's going to take a moment to give her a smug-yet-questioning look first. Is this what you were hoping for, Sakura? To have him all laid out for her eyes like this?]

[ She pulls back to--let her just. Take her ribbon off and retie her hair into a little ponytail. Better to get her hair out of the way for this.

But once she's done, she will turn back and lean over him, that mischievous gleam having come back into her eyes. ]

What's that look on your face for, hmmm? I like how you look underneath me.

Maybe I like looking up at you like this.

[Watanuki never tries to hide just how much of a bottom he is. Well...'bottom' in the sense that he likes having his back on the bed during sex. His knees get weak and he flops over too easily if he's up on top. At least if he's the one laying down then he can keep himself stable while in the heat of the moment.

His hand slides up to her face, cupping her cheek gently. He likes all the little touches too, ones just like this.]

Join me?

[ That works out in their favor, at least; most of the positions she likes have her on top. Getting the feeling of control and such.

Him touching her face makes her pause, because she's also still getting through the whole "you can have fun sleeping with someone and it's not all desperation and bad feelings" thing, since as much as she and Shirou loved each other, they never really slept together in happy circumstances.

She continues to be a mess, basically, albeit a mess that is slowly getting cleaned up thanks to her present living situation and a lot of kindness and patience. ]

If you keep saying things like that, I won't be able to look you in the eye, ehehe...

[ She is a blushy one.

But there's a nod, and she lowers herself down to his level, settling on her elbow. ]

[Honestly? Watanuki is glad to see Sakura growing in that direction. She may be a mess, but that doesn't bother him much. After all, he's a mess as well. Stable people don't play murder mystery games with actual murder in the name of preserving a dead person's honor, after all.

But hey, they can both help each other be less of a mess. They can grow together.]

That just makes me want to talk more, you know. Do you want the clean or dirty version of what I like about you?

[That is said with a light, teasing tone as his other arm slips up to cradle Sakura's back, pulling her into a half-hug of sorts.]

[ Ah, this is how she's going to die, isn't it? From Watanuki actually managing to be smooth. ]

Um...both?

[ She's curious, despite her impending embarrassment. ]

[Let him live, Sakura.]

I like how big your heart is, for one. Everything you do is with a sense of dedication and care. You're always taking care of little things that I wouldn't even think of at first, like remembering meals and such, and it makes my heart feel warm every time you bring me a meal or usher me off to bed after a long day. That love and care, it makes your soul as beautiful as the rest of you.

[There's the clean version, at least.]

[ I'm sorry, did he want her to cry? Because she looks like she's about to. ]

Th-that's...

[ what the hell did she do to deserve him? Huh, universe? She's having another existential moment, now.

So clearly the best course of action is for her to weakly push at him. She's trying to imitate that panicky, over-the-top anime way she gets when she's embarrassed or anxious, but she's not fooling anyone. The look on her face pretty clearly reads that she's touched and doesn't know what to say. ]

Aaaaaah, I thought you were going to say something like "you look nice when you put your hair up"!

Well, that's true too. But all of you is nice, not just your hair.

[Her act is definitely not fooling anyone, and he'll pull her into a loose hug. This is partially because he wants to hug her and support her, but it's also because he doesn't think he can dirty-talk at a normal voice and wants to try whispering it into her ear instead.]

My thoughts on your hair being tied up fall under 'dirty' anyway.

[ Sakura gives up on trying to lean on her elbow and settles on his chest instead, face steadily reddening. She can't even look at him! She just puts her cheek against him and lets her eyes flutter around while she tries to think of what to say.

Does she want to hear what the dirty section is, if he's already reduced her to this wibbly blushing mess? ]

What, um...what's that section...?

[ She's preemptively preparing to flip out some more. ]

Everyone wants noods I guess

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