[ mei was more than fine with melting into his side when he pulled her close like that, and only part of it was an act--she has to pull herself away so quickly for her own sanity. mei's nothing if not self-serving, and as bad as she wants to give into this thing she shouldn't be giving into, she's doing her best to resist it.
but it's hard--much harder than she would have imagined. seven is goofy and charming in spades, and mei's finding herself not only attracted to that, but the occasional sharp look he gets on his face when he thinks she's not looking. he's a mystery, something to unpack and unwrap: way more than some nerd in a basement like she expected.
(also there is not a single nerd in the world that owns a car as hot as his lamborghini, probably.)
mei's smile curls up a little as he follows her, playing the part of the coy but excited tourist instead of the temptress she really is, and when she turns to walk away from him, she does it with a swish of her hips and her heels clicking against the hotel's floors, entirely on purpose as she pauses to look around in her purse for the room key, purposefully leaning forward a little bit to present a, in her very humble opinion, very nice view. ♥ ] Just a second, I know I put the key in here somewhere.
[ after a moment, she retrieves it and pushes back up to a full standing position, giving a huff of a sigh. ] I guess this is goodbye.
[ No, he tells himself. No, he shouldn't follow her the way he does. Seven knows it's foolish, and yet here he is. She's clever and fun to talk to, the easy banter that they have between one another almost rapidfire and natural in its ease. He wants to bask in it, every time they talk. But she's far sharper and smarter than whatever airheaded, blonde tourist shtick she'd have other people believe.
She's probably trained to kill men like him with her thighs. Speaking of...
Usually, Seven could easily say that he's very respectful of women. He is, after all, 707, Defender of Justice. Women deserve respect, both as people and when it comes to their boundaries and how they should be treated. So he doesn't... oggle them, not really. But Mei bends just so, when she absolutely doesn't have to, and he can't help but angle his head a little as his eyes trail down from the bit of neck he can see framed by her hair, down the length of her spine, to the curve of her ass.
Yeah, it's a very nice view.
His eyes lift back up as she turns back to him, blinking as if he was simply waiting patiently for her to find her key. (He was, technically.) ] Now that her highness has been delivered safely, I fear so! [ But he reaches out, curling his fingers around hers, taking in the slide of their callouses as he lifts her hand up to kiss her knuckles. ]
[ there's not a thing disrespectful about it--in fact, seven's really shown himself to be nothing but a perfect gentleman--but mei's all about using her, ahem, assets to her advantage. she loves seeing other people get weak for her, and even just the innocent blink he gives her makes a thrill run down her spine. she knows she has him in her trap (as kazuya would, sarcastically, tell her) but she doesn't...
she's having trouble finishing the job.
either way, it's the last thing on her mind as she tosses her hair back over her shoulder, and it flat out disappears when he takes their hands and kisses her knuckles like a damn prince charming. it puts a pink blush on the apples of her cheeks, and mei lets her gaze flick down, batting her lashes down at the floor and glancing up at him. ] Do you have to?
[ it's coquettish and just a little pouty, and mei squeezes his hand to add on to it, her thumb tracing absently over his knuckle. ] It's lonely, staying in there by myself all the time.
[ Where Mei gets a thrill from his innocent little blink, Seven gets one from watching the blush color her cheeks. It's just enough to know it's real, even if the rest could easily be an act. His mind goes through the possibilities, but the brush of her thumb over his knuckle derails everything. "She could kill you, now."
He ignores it, stepping in closer to her. It traps her between him and the door, but the only intent there is the exact one that she wants: something a little more intimate than murder, though only a little. ]
I can't say no to a lady, especially one as beautiful as Mei. [ Seven sounds a little forlorn saying it, but means it regardless, whether he despairs at the idea of her being lonely or at the fact he could find himself with a knife in his back.
(It's more the former than the latter, which he's already forgotten in the face of their proximity.) ]
[ there's a rush of warmth when seven compliments her, one that shouldn't really happen--normally, when boys compliment her, she just tosses her hair and thanks them, moves on, but seven's different. it feels so genuine it's almost hard to believe.
getting trapped is perfect, though. she can't think of a better place to be, as her mouth curls into a happy little smile, like she's trying to keep it from getting any wider (and really, she is.) ] Sweet talker.
[ though her tone is chiding, mei lifts her free hand to rest her arm on his shoulder, then the other. she rises up on her tiptoes just a little to give him a kiss--and it's not assuming, or particularly sexual, or anything.
it's just sweet. the want to kiss seven seized her, so she took it, and she leans up into it for a little while to just enjoy kissing the boy she (probably) (maybe) (definitely) really likes. ]
[ Getting girls to smile is - great, it really is. Seven always flatters them, because he likes to make their day if he can. Jaehee gets a different kind, to avoid making her cranky, but Mei gets them laid on thick. And it's what she deserves, especially when he gets the little curl of her pretty lips.
But he lets go of her hand when she goes to her tiptoes, his other hand moving to cup her cheek gently in time with the movement of her arm. ]
Truth speaker. [ His now freed hand settles into the small of her back, petting almost before it stills and holds her. He hasn't liked anyone as much as he likes Mei, not really, not since he backed off to let Jumin have his happiness. (And boy does that man need some measure of happiness and normalcy.) But this...
Despite the risks, the kiss makes him feel warm and happy, too. So he kisses her back, small and sweet and gentle, just enough push in the way he kisses back for her to know he's just as on board with it as she is. It doesn't need to be more, either, for him to enjoy every second of his time with Mei, so long as he doesn't think about much else. ]
[ to anyone else, this just looks like a sweet pair of lovebirds meeting at their hotel room. there are a thousand layers to it, though: the spy with a target and the little girl who has always wanted someone to treat her like a princess are at war.
seven is charming, kind, and funny. they can fire back banter left and right, and mei's only ever really had that with kazuya, someone she was in love with for a long period of her life. it's familiar and new all at once, and she can't stop eating it up, even though she was supposed to be done with this mission weeks ago.
the kiss just adds onto that. the warmth and heat in her chest and stomach comes from butterflies, not anything else, and though mei is inviting him inside, she's not really planning anything. not murder, not sex: she just wants to spend time with him. the desire to make him stay is just the desire to spend time with him.
she stands on her tiptoes to enjoy the soft, sweet kiss for a moment, leaning into the warmth of his body, and mei pulls away slowly, savoring. her eyes flutter open and she looks back at him, smiling a little as her hand finds the doorknob and opens it. ] I was thinking about taking a bath.
[ There's something soft and sweet about this, despite the fact he knows that Mei could probably kill him in a few seconds flat if he didn't fight back. But Seven doesn't care, if the way his thumb sweeps across her cheek gently is anything to go by. If he can treat her like a princess, like a queen, then he's going to.
It's an unfortunate side effect of who he is. The moment he goes in, he goes all out, no matter what it is. Just because it's with an assassin and fellow spy doesn't mean that he's going to not do that anymore.
And it's just - they're easy. The banter is second nature, and so is the flirting. All of it is natural, despite the nature of their jobs and the truth about their relationship. So he doesn't hesitate to take a step forward, gold eyes bright and close to look at her, a faint flush of color in his cheeks that's pleased rather than flustered. ]
I could wash your hair for you. [ And anything else she'd like him to do, but there's no implications of more. No offer to do more than that. Just him wanting to touch her and be near her, simple as that, and even that's intimate enough for him right now. It's an interesting juxtaposition against their first encounter, where she'd teased him and they'd made out and she was just in her panties and his hoodie by the end of it before he left.
[ that actually sounds...really, really nice. mei can't really remember the last time she did something so sweet and unassuming with someone else (maybe with kazuya, but that was different--that was usually him picking her up out of her own doldrums and forcing her to take care of herself). it keeps the warm flicker of affection in her chest like a candle, and she pulls back just a little, meeting his pretty golden eyed gaze with a soft one of her own. ]
I think I'd like that. [ she knows she would, really, but it's kind of scary to think about how much.
so, she pushes the door open, then picks up a hand to bop him gently on the nose with her fingertip. ] If you mess it up, I'll never forgive you. ♥
[ teasing mask snapped firmly back into place, mei steps back into the room and stretches her arm up over her head, then reaches to pull her shirt off, dropping it absently on the floor as she makes her way over to the bathroom, fully expecting seven to follow her. ]
[ Have there ever been eyes so blue before? Seven doesn't think so, as he looks back at Mei, until she boops his nose. He goes cross-eyed with the gesture, blinking through his glasses, before he snorts abruptly at the playful little threat that she gives him. There's something fierce and warm in his chest, a dangerous force that he disregards all warning signs for. A storm's coming, and he's doomed to be swept up in it, left in the wreckage it leaves in its wake, all because of one girl and a pair of baby blues. ]
I promise, I'll do my very best. You can count on me! [ He needs to get out. He needs to go. It wouldn't be that hard to disappear off the radar, he and Saeran don't need to really spend much time out in the world. Mei doesn't know where he lives - he thinks, anyways - and not many others do, either. He can get their friends to back off for a while, maybe relocate.
He needs to break things off with Mei, before she swallows his heart whole. It's more dangerous than the risk of her killing him.
But that thought disappears as he sees pale skin when her shirt is discarded, and without stopping to think another thought, Seven sways in after her, shuts and locks the door. His glasses get put down where he won't lose them, and his vision blurs at the edges enough that he needs to be aware of his surroundings as he shrugs out of his jacket and goes to pull his own shirt off. ]
[ the cross-eyes were cute--mei likes how seven plays along with her, how he compliments her, boosts her ego. she's never let him see a side of her beyond who she pretends to be, though even that veneer is starting to crack a little as her feelings become more and more honest.
mei has always kept a careful guard on her heart. though she flirts like it's going out of style, she can easily say she's only been in love with one person her entire life, and that's never amounted to anything. and that's fine. she figured one day, when they needed the tax benefits, her and kazuya would get married. it's not the dashing grand romance she quietly dreamed of when she was a little girl, but it was something.
and now this, now this knight in dumb striped glasses appeared in her life. now she's supposed to kill him, weighted with the idea of doing it, of extinguishing the light of his pretty golden eyes, never seeing him smile again. all mei wants to do is spend time with him, crawl inside that big hoodie of his and never leave, and it's making her job harder and harder to do every day.
like now, she looks at him with fondness as he takes off his glasses. having started the water when she walked in, mei makes her way over to him and bats his hand out of the way so she can get his pants undone for him. ] Can you even see me?
[ It was hard for him to get close to the people in the RFA, especially their surprise new arrival. But Seven did it, after a lot of attempts to push them away, and he... doesn't regret it, necessarily. But it's scary, even if it's nice to have their friendship and support, for both him and Saeran. This is an entirely different matter, dangerous and lethal.
The romantic in him is exhilarated at their flirting and banter, because it's practically a matchmade in heaven. But the cynic, the man prepared for having everything good ripped out of his hands, the one that was made into a spy... it says this can't last forever. That one of them will have to kill the other.
He knows he'd let Mei kill him, before he ever tried to kill her. And that scares him.
Getting called out on his glasses is kind of funny, but in a dark way. Seven is putting a lot of trust into her like this, because she seriously, absolutely could pull out any kind of weapon on him, and he probably wouldn't even be able to tell what it was. But she's right there, touching him again, and his heart flutters strangely.
Once she's in his space fully, he slides his hands up her arms, her shoulders, to let her get at his pants, thumbs hooking in her bra straps as he leans down into her space so that his nose almost touches hers. It makes him nearly go cross-eyed again, but he blinks at her, gold eyes gone wide. ] Now I can.
[ mei's not even thinking about what she could do with him blinded like that--for the first time, it doesn't even really cross her mind. her training has her find the exit routes (out the window, knock him out and escape from the door) but she's not even remotely thinking about hurting him.
rather, the whole interaction is colored with warmth and fondness, mei helping him get his belt off and his pants undone to tug them down his hips. his touch feels good, callouses familiar (and those certainly don't come from typing on a laptop), but it's still just quiet affection instead of anything remotely sensual or sexual. and it's really, really nice.
his eyes give her heart a little flutter when she looks up at him, so big and wide and trusting. a part of her aches at it, knowing exactly what she has to do, what she's slowly realizing--that she can't. mei's already started making contingency plans, ways to get out of it, to wheedle masa-san to her side, to make sure seven gets to live long enough to flash that bright grin at her over and over and over.
she won't run away from this, not this time. even if feelings are big and terrifying, it's what she's starting to want. it's going to be perfect, because narumiya mei always gets what she wants, no matter what she has to do to get it.
she huffs, an affectionate little noise, and gives him a small, close-lipped smile. ] I do like it when you don't take your eyes off me.
[ mei keeps him there for a moment as she pushes the fly of his pants down, patting his hips. she then reaches back to unhook her bra, letting him pull it off if he so wants to. ]
[ What would he do, if not let her kill him? He can't leave Saeran behind, no matter what, but so much puts him at risk. Certainly one or both of them could defect from their agency, but they would be on the run. If he left his agency, to join hers - there's no way they'd just accept her into his - then he'd have to smuggle himself out of South Korea, find a way to smuggle Saeran out, too. Could he do it? Could he evade them? Could he save his brother and Mei both?
Because there's no way that he'll fight back. Saeyoung simply can't. ]
I can't take my eyes off you, anyways. [ The honesty hurts, in the pit of his chest, but the words come out confident and easy, as he eases her bra off and gives her a chaste peck on the lips.
There are outs. He knows the exits, too. But there's no way he could leave her when she looks like this, all soft skin and clever eyes gone gentle, too. That's how he knows they're deep in this, together, and that they're both a little screwed. She's a good actress, but this is something else entirely. If it's part of the rouse, then she's got him hook, line, sinker, and God help him either way.
It's easy to step out of his pants, pushing them aside with a foot as he slides his hands down her sides again, rubbing his thumbs a little ticklishly into her ribs as he goes. Nothing sexual on his end, either, and his eyes go from wide to crinkling as he smiles at her, too. ]
I know. [ mei replies, all too happy about that particular bit of information (but how could she not be). it's not just her ego talking, either: she knows seven likes her, is attracted to her. mei's games have always been easy because she is attractive, because she's charming and cute and can be anything she wants to be if she closes her eyes and thinks about it for a moment.
so, in theory, she should be able to do it. it should get easier and easier with every day.
but seven'll make a joke. he'll take her to a strange place to get lunch. he'll pick her up in his beautiful car and drive her down the water side. every day, he does something that makes mei fall for him just a tiny bit more, so much so that their banter feels like coming back home. this should be work (usually, she leaves her target after a day or two exhausted, calls kazuya and retreats to the sanctity of her room to be left alone until the next day) but it's not. she's finding herself craving spending time with him more than anything else.
masa-san's going to kill her when she brings him back, that much is for sure. she's at least lived a good life.
mei giggles when he tickles at her ribs, smacking his hands away and taking that moment to dance out of his grip. all she has to do is pull her panties down, and completely confident and sure of herself, she pads over to the tub and steps in, bending down to test the water. (and maybe that was on purpose.)
it's a little smaller than the one in her apartment at home, but it doesn't really matter. she's looking forward to getting up close and personal with him anyway. ] Coming?
[ That little giggle is - a lot. Seven watches her stupidly, missing her skin under his hands the second that she's out of reach. But it's worth hearing that laugh, seeing her smile, the way her eyes twinkle when she's happy, or particularly devious. She really is perfect, and beautiful.
And all he can do is follow after her, like she's pulling a string that's directly tied around his sternum.
Whatever they do, he's so gone on her that he doesn't know what to do with himself. What to do with Saeran, with the promise he made to his brother to help him, and keep him safe. Get him through all of the horrible things that Rika did to him. If he lets Mei kill him, then what'll happen to his brother? If he goes with her, he can't leave him behind. But when he's with her, it gets pretty hard to think about those things, when her hair moves in the breeze as they drive down the waterfront, when she touches him, kisses him, laughs at his stupid jokes even though she tells him they're awful.
Unlike out in the hallway, Seven angles his head a little like an owl when she bends over this time. Maybe he can't see everything perfectly, but he sure can see enough. The innocent, sweet bath is going to go south real fast if she's going to keep doing things like that, because he feels heat sink down into his stomach and further down, thinking about how he'd be happy for her to just sit on his face. His dick definitely gives an interested twitch, before his eyes drag up her body and to her cute face when she asks him that. ]
Just had to admire the view first! [ He ambles along to join her, fingers skirting up the length of her spine. But he moves to step in with her, figuring with its size it's probably ideal for him to sit first. And, anyways, he holds his hands up to offer her some help down, like a gentleman. ]
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[ his 'admire the view' comment just makes her smile, humming softly in agreement. mei definitely knows she's attractive (unfortunately, as her best friend has told her many a time), and definitely knows how to put it to her advantage. and for a moment, this was one of those times, putting the so-called goods on display when she bent over, but she's already forgotten about it for now.
that's always how these things go. mei starts the day with every intention of seducing seven and killing him, and then she spends time with him. they take long drives down the coast, they dance together in seedy little karaoke bars downtown, they sing and laugh, and mei falls a little further in love with him with every day that pasts, until she hits the point of no return.
leaning comfortably into his hands, like a cat receiving a scratch, mei waits and takes his hand when it's offered to her, daintily stepping into the tub.
as she does, she settles down against him, leaning backwards and making herself comfortable against his chest. the water's warm and comfortable, and seven even more so as she tilts her head to rest close to his shoulder, closing her eyes. ] I was right...this was a good idea.
[ Really, he could keep going on and on about how he admires the view. Seven is infinitely attracted to Mei, despite the risks that poses, the ones that he knows all about. Kill or be killed, and all that, but...
He's happy, when they're together. And he's definitely in love with her, which is dangerous in every way imaginable. It's more than when he was in love with Misun, until he'd backed off to let Jumin be happy, feeling like the guy deserved something real, unlike what he'd dealt with in the past. Mei is danger but something soft, too, stupid dates where he tells bad jokes and geeks out about space, and she tells him they're awful before explaining baseball stats.
It's this, him encircling her in his arms when she settles against his chest. He kisses her shoulder, closing his own eyes and humming idly. ] Okay, but you're always right.
[ mei can't help but preen at that comment, because of course she is. she's narumiya mei, she's always right.
she's maybe not right about this situation. she was definitely not right in thinking that this mission would be a cakewalk, that she'd be in and out of seoul and back to her pretty tokyo flat with kazuya in a couple of days. it's been almost a month, now, and though she's a little bit homesick, having seven around soothes that. it's easy to forget about the whole mission here, floating in the water, surrounded by bubbles and the safe, warm circle of seven's arms.
she can feel his heartbeat from behind her, steady and strong. her own aches at the thought of having to make it stop.
still, she sighs, luxuriant and relaxed, stretching out a bit and reaching behind her to move her hair to one side, a long curtain of pretty blonde curls just soaked at the end from their height difference. ] Hmm...~ True.
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but it's hard--much harder than she would have imagined. seven is goofy and charming in spades, and mei's finding herself not only attracted to that, but the occasional sharp look he gets on his face when he thinks she's not looking. he's a mystery, something to unpack and unwrap: way more than some nerd in a basement like she expected.
(also there is not a single nerd in the world that owns a car as hot as his lamborghini, probably.)
mei's smile curls up a little as he follows her, playing the part of the coy but excited tourist instead of the temptress she really is, and when she turns to walk away from him, she does it with a swish of her hips and her heels clicking against the hotel's floors, entirely on purpose as she pauses to look around in her purse for the room key, purposefully leaning forward a little bit to present a, in her very humble opinion, very nice view. ♥ ] Just a second, I know I put the key in here somewhere.
[ after a moment, she retrieves it and pushes back up to a full standing position, giving a huff of a sigh. ] I guess this is goodbye.
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She's probably trained to kill men like him with her thighs. Speaking of...
Usually, Seven could easily say that he's very respectful of women. He is, after all, 707, Defender of Justice. Women deserve respect, both as people and when it comes to their boundaries and how they should be treated. So he doesn't... oggle them, not really. But Mei bends just so, when she absolutely doesn't have to, and he can't help but angle his head a little as his eyes trail down from the bit of neck he can see framed by her hair, down the length of her spine, to the curve of her ass.
Yeah, it's a very nice view.
His eyes lift back up as she turns back to him, blinking as if he was simply waiting patiently for her to find her key. (He was, technically.) ] Now that her highness has been delivered safely, I fear so! [ But he reaches out, curling his fingers around hers, taking in the slide of their callouses as he lifts her hand up to kiss her knuckles. ]
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she's having trouble finishing the job.
either way, it's the last thing on her mind as she tosses her hair back over her shoulder, and it flat out disappears when he takes their hands and kisses her knuckles like a damn prince charming. it puts a pink blush on the apples of her cheeks, and mei lets her gaze flick down, batting her lashes down at the floor and glancing up at him. ] Do you have to?
[ it's coquettish and just a little pouty, and mei squeezes his hand to add on to it, her thumb tracing absently over his knuckle. ] It's lonely, staying in there by myself all the time.
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He ignores it, stepping in closer to her. It traps her between him and the door, but the only intent there is the exact one that she wants: something a little more intimate than murder, though only a little. ]
I can't say no to a lady, especially one as beautiful as Mei. [ Seven sounds a little forlorn saying it, but means it regardless, whether he despairs at the idea of her being lonely or at the fact he could find himself with a knife in his back.
(It's more the former than the latter, which he's already forgotten in the face of their proximity.) ]
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getting trapped is perfect, though. she can't think of a better place to be, as her mouth curls into a happy little smile, like she's trying to keep it from getting any wider (and really, she is.) ] Sweet talker.
[ though her tone is chiding, mei lifts her free hand to rest her arm on his shoulder, then the other. she rises up on her tiptoes just a little to give him a kiss--and it's not assuming, or particularly sexual, or anything.
it's just sweet. the want to kiss seven seized her, so she took it, and she leans up into it for a little while to just enjoy kissing the boy she (probably) (maybe) (definitely) really likes. ]
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But he lets go of her hand when she goes to her tiptoes, his other hand moving to cup her cheek gently in time with the movement of her arm. ]
Truth speaker. [ His now freed hand settles into the small of her back, petting almost before it stills and holds her. He hasn't liked anyone as much as he likes Mei, not really, not since he backed off to let Jumin have his happiness. (And boy does that man need some measure of happiness and normalcy.) But this...
Despite the risks, the kiss makes him feel warm and happy, too. So he kisses her back, small and sweet and gentle, just enough push in the way he kisses back for her to know he's just as on board with it as she is. It doesn't need to be more, either, for him to enjoy every second of his time with Mei, so long as he doesn't think about much else. ]
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seven is charming, kind, and funny. they can fire back banter left and right, and mei's only ever really had that with kazuya, someone she was in love with for a long period of her life. it's familiar and new all at once, and she can't stop eating it up, even though she was supposed to be done with this mission weeks ago.
the kiss just adds onto that. the warmth and heat in her chest and stomach comes from butterflies, not anything else, and though mei is inviting him inside, she's not really planning anything. not murder, not sex: she just wants to spend time with him. the desire to make him stay is just the desire to spend time with him.
she stands on her tiptoes to enjoy the soft, sweet kiss for a moment, leaning into the warmth of his body, and mei pulls away slowly, savoring. her eyes flutter open and she looks back at him, smiling a little as her hand finds the doorknob and opens it. ] I was thinking about taking a bath.
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It's an unfortunate side effect of who he is. The moment he goes in, he goes all out, no matter what it is. Just because it's with an assassin and fellow spy doesn't mean that he's going to not do that anymore.
And it's just - they're easy. The banter is second nature, and so is the flirting. All of it is natural, despite the nature of their jobs and the truth about their relationship. So he doesn't hesitate to take a step forward, gold eyes bright and close to look at her, a faint flush of color in his cheeks that's pleased rather than flustered. ]
I could wash your hair for you. [ And anything else she'd like him to do, but there's no implications of more. No offer to do more than that. Just him wanting to touch her and be near her, simple as that, and even that's intimate enough for him right now. It's an interesting juxtaposition against their first encounter, where she'd teased him and they'd made out and she was just in her panties and his hoodie by the end of it before he left.
And he loves it. ]
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I think I'd like that. [ she knows she would, really, but it's kind of scary to think about how much.
so, she pushes the door open, then picks up a hand to bop him gently on the nose with her fingertip. ] If you mess it up, I'll never forgive you. ♥
[ teasing mask snapped firmly back into place, mei steps back into the room and stretches her arm up over her head, then reaches to pull her shirt off, dropping it absently on the floor as she makes her way over to the bathroom, fully expecting seven to follow her. ]
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I promise, I'll do my very best. You can count on me! [ He needs to get out. He needs to go. It wouldn't be that hard to disappear off the radar, he and Saeran don't need to really spend much time out in the world. Mei doesn't know where he lives - he thinks, anyways - and not many others do, either. He can get their friends to back off for a while, maybe relocate.
He needs to break things off with Mei, before she swallows his heart whole. It's more dangerous than the risk of her killing him.
But that thought disappears as he sees pale skin when her shirt is discarded, and without stopping to think another thought, Seven sways in after her, shuts and locks the door. His glasses get put down where he won't lose them, and his vision blurs at the edges enough that he needs to be aware of his surroundings as he shrugs out of his jacket and goes to pull his own shirt off. ]
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mei has always kept a careful guard on her heart. though she flirts like it's going out of style, she can easily say she's only been in love with one person her entire life, and that's never amounted to anything. and that's fine. she figured one day, when they needed the tax benefits, her and kazuya would get married. it's not the dashing grand romance she quietly dreamed of when she was a little girl, but it was something.
and now this, now this knight in dumb striped glasses appeared in her life. now she's supposed to kill him, weighted with the idea of doing it, of extinguishing the light of his pretty golden eyes, never seeing him smile again. all mei wants to do is spend time with him, crawl inside that big hoodie of his and never leave, and it's making her job harder and harder to do every day.
like now, she looks at him with fondness as he takes off his glasses. having started the water when she walked in, mei makes her way over to him and bats his hand out of the way so she can get his pants undone for him. ] Can you even see me?
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The romantic in him is exhilarated at their flirting and banter, because it's practically a matchmade in heaven. But the cynic, the man prepared for having everything good ripped out of his hands, the one that was made into a spy... it says this can't last forever. That one of them will have to kill the other.
He knows he'd let Mei kill him, before he ever tried to kill her. And that scares him.
Getting called out on his glasses is kind of funny, but in a dark way. Seven is putting a lot of trust into her like this, because she seriously, absolutely could pull out any kind of weapon on him, and he probably wouldn't even be able to tell what it was. But she's right there, touching him again, and his heart flutters strangely.
Once she's in his space fully, he slides his hands up her arms, her shoulders, to let her get at his pants, thumbs hooking in her bra straps as he leans down into her space so that his nose almost touches hers. It makes him nearly go cross-eyed again, but he blinks at her, gold eyes gone wide. ] Now I can.
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rather, the whole interaction is colored with warmth and fondness, mei helping him get his belt off and his pants undone to tug them down his hips. his touch feels good, callouses familiar (and those certainly don't come from typing on a laptop), but it's still just quiet affection instead of anything remotely sensual or sexual. and it's really, really nice.
his eyes give her heart a little flutter when she looks up at him, so big and wide and trusting. a part of her aches at it, knowing exactly what she has to do, what she's slowly realizing--that she can't. mei's already started making contingency plans, ways to get out of it, to wheedle masa-san to her side, to make sure seven gets to live long enough to flash that bright grin at her over and over and over.
she won't run away from this, not this time. even if feelings are big and terrifying, it's what she's starting to want. it's going to be perfect, because narumiya mei always gets what she wants, no matter what she has to do to get it.
she huffs, an affectionate little noise, and gives him a small, close-lipped smile. ] I do like it when you don't take your eyes off me.
[ mei keeps him there for a moment as she pushes the fly of his pants down, patting his hips. she then reaches back to unhook her bra, letting him pull it off if he so wants to. ]
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Because there's no way that he'll fight back. Saeyoung simply can't. ]
I can't take my eyes off you, anyways. [ The honesty hurts, in the pit of his chest, but the words come out confident and easy, as he eases her bra off and gives her a chaste peck on the lips.
There are outs. He knows the exits, too. But there's no way he could leave her when she looks like this, all soft skin and clever eyes gone gentle, too. That's how he knows they're deep in this, together, and that they're both a little screwed. She's a good actress, but this is something else entirely. If it's part of the rouse, then she's got him hook, line, sinker, and God help him either way.
It's easy to step out of his pants, pushing them aside with a foot as he slides his hands down her sides again, rubbing his thumbs a little ticklishly into her ribs as he goes. Nothing sexual on his end, either, and his eyes go from wide to crinkling as he smiles at her, too. ]
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so, in theory, she should be able to do it. it should get easier and easier with every day.
but seven'll make a joke. he'll take her to a strange place to get lunch. he'll pick her up in his beautiful car and drive her down the water side. every day, he does something that makes mei fall for him just a tiny bit more, so much so that their banter feels like coming back home. this should be work (usually, she leaves her target after a day or two exhausted, calls kazuya and retreats to the sanctity of her room to be left alone until the next day) but it's not. she's finding herself craving spending time with him more than anything else.
masa-san's going to kill her when she brings him back, that much is for sure. she's at least lived a good life.
mei giggles when he tickles at her ribs, smacking his hands away and taking that moment to dance out of his grip. all she has to do is pull her panties down, and completely confident and sure of herself, she pads over to the tub and steps in, bending down to test the water. (and maybe that was on purpose.)
it's a little smaller than the one in her apartment at home, but it doesn't really matter. she's looking forward to getting up close and personal with him anyway. ] Coming?
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And all he can do is follow after her, like she's pulling a string that's directly tied around his sternum.
Whatever they do, he's so gone on her that he doesn't know what to do with himself. What to do with Saeran, with the promise he made to his brother to help him, and keep him safe. Get him through all of the horrible things that Rika did to him. If he lets Mei kill him, then what'll happen to his brother? If he goes with her, he can't leave him behind. But when he's with her, it gets pretty hard to think about those things, when her hair moves in the breeze as they drive down the waterfront, when she touches him, kisses him, laughs at his stupid jokes even though she tells him they're awful.
Unlike out in the hallway, Seven angles his head a little like an owl when she bends over this time. Maybe he can't see everything perfectly, but he sure can see enough. The innocent, sweet bath is going to go south real fast if she's going to keep doing things like that, because he feels heat sink down into his stomach and further down, thinking about how he'd be happy for her to just sit on his face. His dick definitely gives an interested twitch, before his eyes drag up her body and to her cute face when she asks him that. ]
Just had to admire the view first! [ He ambles along to join her, fingers skirting up the length of her spine. But he moves to step in with her, figuring with its size it's probably ideal for him to sit first. And, anyways, he holds his hands up to offer her some help down, like a gentleman. ]
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that's always how these things go. mei starts the day with every intention of seducing seven and killing him, and then she spends time with him. they take long drives down the coast, they dance together in seedy little karaoke bars downtown, they sing and laugh, and mei falls a little further in love with him with every day that pasts, until she hits the point of no return.
leaning comfortably into his hands, like a cat receiving a scratch, mei waits and takes his hand when it's offered to her, daintily stepping into the tub.
as she does, she settles down against him, leaning backwards and making herself comfortable against his chest. the water's warm and comfortable, and seven even more so as she tilts her head to rest close to his shoulder, closing her eyes. ] I was right...this was a good idea.
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He's happy, when they're together. And he's definitely in love with her, which is dangerous in every way imaginable. It's more than when he was in love with Misun, until he'd backed off to let Jumin be happy, feeling like the guy deserved something real, unlike what he'd dealt with in the past. Mei is danger but something soft, too, stupid dates where he tells bad jokes and geeks out about space, and she tells him they're awful before explaining baseball stats.
It's this, him encircling her in his arms when she settles against his chest. He kisses her shoulder, closing his own eyes and humming idly. ] Okay, but you're always right.
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she's maybe not right about this situation. she was definitely not right in thinking that this mission would be a cakewalk, that she'd be in and out of seoul and back to her pretty tokyo flat with kazuya in a couple of days. it's been almost a month, now, and though she's a little bit homesick, having seven around soothes that. it's easy to forget about the whole mission here, floating in the water, surrounded by bubbles and the safe, warm circle of seven's arms.
she can feel his heartbeat from behind her, steady and strong. her own aches at the thought of having to make it stop.
still, she sighs, luxuriant and relaxed, stretching out a bit and reaching behind her to move her hair to one side, a long curtain of pretty blonde curls just soaked at the end from their height difference. ] Hmm...~ True.