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... Yeah, probably.

[ His tone is light, teasing - he has a few days worth of messing with her to make up for. Years, from her perspective! Really, it would be awful of him not to keep being kind of a dick.

He settles into place behind her, straddling the seat as wraps his arms around her waist. ]

Are you a reckless driver? Should I get a helmet?

[She smiles at the feel of his arms around her. Honestly? Maybe she should look into getting him a helmet, because she could absolutely get used to this.]

Maybe I'll give you one for a birthday present.

[She slips her sunglasses out of her jacket pocket and slides them on.]

But as long as you're holding on tight?

[She smiles back at him, then jams her heel down onto the starter, revving up the engine.]

You'll be safe with me.

[Yang kicks back the stand and pushes off, the motor taking over as she peels out over packed dirt and pinecones, scaring off the woodland creatures that were starting to gather in hopes of hearing Weiss sing to them. Goldilocks sucks.]

[Also, eat hair.]

Joke's on you! I don't have a birthda--

[ The roar of the engine cuts him off, and he instinctively tightens his grip to make sure he doesn't get whipped off on the first turn. It takes him no time at all to realize the problem with this seat, his face completely obscured by the wave of gold that flaps into it mercilessly. He tries to turn his head this way and that to avoid it, but it's just. Not possible.

This is something to consider for the future.

He can't exactly talk much between the sound of the motorcycle and the risk of hair in his mouth, so she has the rare experience of Mercury shutting the hell up until they arrive at their destination. ]

[It doesn't take too long. Yang wouldn't consider herself a reckless driver so much as a fun driver, but she's not taking any stupid chances, especially when she's got a passenger with her. It gives her time to think about his birthday situation, since she thought he'd at least know the day he was born. What did he put on his transcripts? How does he know how old he is?]

[And all the while her hair billows carelessly into his face.]

[At long last they pull up to The Regency where Yang wheels her bike into the garage and parks it in the corner. She waits for Mercury to dismount before she follows suit, stretching out her arms behind her. It feels so good to be riding again, there were zero vehicles in Dream Jail. With her glasses back in her pocket and the garage secured, she'll walk him to the elevator...hand in hand if he's not averse to it.]

Guess you'll have to pick your birthday, then. Choose your favorite month, a day that's convenient, and bam! Instant birthday.

[She winks, pressing '4'. Up they go! A short while later there's a ding and the doors slide open so they can step into the hall.]

I'll even be extra nice, and--

[Yang stops short. There seems to be a lack of door to her apartment. She stares at it. And slowly points a metal finger.]

...Did you do that.

[It was either Mercury or her dad. And given their previous track record? She knows who her money is on.]

Eh. I never needed a birthday before, don't really care about it now.

[ When every day was a struggle to survive, you stop caring about counting years. He might be out of that lifestyle now, but it just feels so pointless to celebrate. Not really his thing.

Not that he can really get into discussing it, with the sight of the ruined door now blatantly in front of them, and he plays it off with a shrug and a roll of his eyes. ]

Door for a door?

[It'll probably come back up again in the future, once she's got a better reason to push for it. For now, she's gaping at the door. Kind of like how the door is gaping in the wall! That thing is toast!]

[Yang wordlessly turns her head to look at his face. He must have been really worried about her if he did that. And it's kind of sweet.]

[She sighs too with a little smile.]

That's fair. I'm sure one of them called maintenance.

[But she holds his hand a little tighter, brushing her thumb over his knuckles before resuming her walk down the hallway.]

[If there are roommates there, Mercury will have to be patient while Yang hugs the crap out of them and gets a little misty-eyed when she gets hugged back. And if they're not, she just looks around for a bit before writing a quick note and pinning it on the fridge. 'Home. With Mercury. Missed you guys! ♥ Yang]

Well, make yourself comfortable! I'll go grab a quick shower, then I can drive you back to your place.

Edited (Used 'home' too much.) 2017-11-13 01:35 (UTC)

If they didn't, just do what I did and move to an entirely different place! You've been here what, a week? It must be getting old already, time for a change of scenery.

[ His tone is snarky, but energetic - in spite of a relative lack of sleep over the past couple days, actually finding her and finding that she's okay has given him a second wind for the time being. As for how long that'll last, well.

Time will tell!

Once she's done getting things squared away and mentions the shower he hums thoughtfully, tapping his chin. ]

Maybe I should come with you. Last time I let you out of my sight you went MIA for three days - or a year, depending on perspective. Really, it's for your safety.

Ha! I could move across the hall from you. Then we can punch each other's doors down whenever we want.

[And in they go.]

[She's halfway to her bedroom to pick out some clothes to change into when he suggests going with her.]

Ech...

[Yang shakes her head with a smile. ...And pauses. She looks over her shoulder to study him thoughtfully. One finger comes up -- hold that thought -- and she backpedals to check out the bathroom. It's been a while, so she can't remember and wants to make sure...yup, the panel is frosted. At best all he'll see is a vaguely Yang-shaped blur of blonde and peach.]

...Why not. If it's for my own safety. Let me get some clothes first.

[She jerks her head toward the bathroom and heads into her room, picking out a pair of loose cargo pants, black sports bra, and a white boatneck shirt with long sleeves. It's cozy, and she's all about comfort right now.]

I'm pretty sure those doors will be way more expensive to replace, but hey, my wallet can take the hit.

[ HE'S RIIIIIIIIICH okay not exactly but he makes good wages aight

He laughs a bit at her initial reaction, letting his eyes wander around the apartment for a few seconds even as she makes her way to the bathroom. Just kind of taking the place in, getting a feel for the layout now that he's not in Where-The-Hell-Is-Yang mode, looking at--

what did she say ]

You're not screwing with me, are you? [ ... ] You are, aren't you.

[Yang doesn't say a word. But she does smile, lowering her lashes fractionally as she takes her bundle of clothes under one arm, and a towel from the linen closet.]

[This. This is what happens if he keeps playing 'take-your-clothes-off chicken' with her. And the look on his face is satisfying enough that she can start to see the appeal of him teasing her so often.]

[But she's got her own reasons too. For one, leaving him out there to the mercy of her roommates if they're there/when they come back would be pretty awkward for him. Especially since Yang's version of a 'quick' shower is about twenty minutes.]

[And also she likes hearing the sound of his voice, especially when he's laughing...even if it's at Yang's expense.]

You're not going to see much.

[Just so she doesn't get his hopes up too high, but also to assure him that the invitation was genuine. Either way, she's heading into the bathroom now, unzipping her jacket, chucking her boots out into the hallway. Door's starting to close...]

[ Is this happening? It's not like he's against the idea, not by a long shot, and if it's been a year since she saw him it makes sense that she'd be ready to take this kind of step. Well, shit, who is he to say no now?

Like a bolt of lightning he's through the door before it closes, his hand at... the zipper... of his jacket... starting to work on pulling it down... ]

We'll see about that.

[ he thinks she's inviting him to join her ]

[She's got Ember Celica on the counter, the outer skirts and bandannas on the floor, and is just peeling off her last sock when he enters.]

[And starts unzipping his jacket.]

[Yang stops right there, her eyes wide and staring. Slowly she straightens with a wry smile, dropping that sock into the pile of shed clothes and putting a hand on her hip.]

I thought you just wanted to keep an eye on me~

[Her brows rise questioningly. The toilet seat lid is down, the changes of clean clothes on the back. He's really going to follow her into the shower?]

[ ... Oh.

Maybe he got the wrong signal.

...

Well.

Fuck it. ]

A close eye is better than a distant one, isn't it?

Can't argue that!

[But now she does have a decision to make, since she's pretty sure he isn't just teasing her to get her to blush. She shifts her weight to the other foot, taking the scarf from her neck and looking down at it as she winds it up slowly.]

You...really ready for something like that? I'm kind of grimy.

[And though Yang wouldn't say that she's shy, it's just surprising enough that it caught her off guard. But man...if he washed her hair, that would be heaven, and she can't say she isn't tempted at the thought of being that close to him.]

[ His mouth starts to open to answer her. Of course he's ready for something like that, why wouldn't he be? It's sex. It's just--

it's not just anything anymore, is it.

He hesitates.

Getting physical ASAP had always been the way to go before, because that's all he cared about - feeling good for a night and then not having to deal with any of the lingering consequences later. A good romp and then never speak to them again. That's not what this was, though, and it leads him to realize that while he knows well enough how to operate in bed he's not sure how sex works in the context of a relationship. ]

Is it too soon? I can wait.

[ What's weirdest of all is to hear himself say it. ]

[Her expression warms at his response. Just knowing that he's willing to go at her pace is comforting. She appreciates it.]

Heh...maybe? Maybe not. I'm not really sure.

[Now it's her turn to look away with a sheepish smile. She hadn't really planned on doing anything special for their first time, and just figured when it happened, it would be natural, they'd just know and go for it without any preamble.]

What if...

[Yang takes a step toward him, tossing the scarf away and laying a finger on his zipper where it rests halfway down his chest.]

...we leave our underthings on...just for now. Get clean. Then we can go out, watch that movie I owe you...and see how we want to spend the rest of our night after that?

... How are you going to shower with your underwear on, exactly?

[ THIS IS AN IMPORTANT QUESTION ]

...Kick you out for the last two minutes, I guess?

[She doesn't really know. She was fine taking baths in the river with her clothes on because she was paranoid that the enchanter was secretly a pervert and trying to watch them all disrobe.]

I think being kicked out after getting that view would be a fate worse than death.

[ The fact that he's internally uncertain and she's trying to keep her decency mostly intact tells him all he needs to know right then - it ain't the time and place. It's a weird, weird thought for him to have, but it also feels like kind of a relief to come to that conclusion now rather than later when it might be too late. ]

Let's take a raincheck. When we walk into a shower together, I don't want to feel like I have to check where my hands are going.

[ As if he'd be able to stop himself. ]

[...Huh! He's a rare one. She can't think of many like him who would be patient enough to ask for a raincheck. Definitely wasn't the case during her experimental years! A slow grin brightens her face. She wouldn't have minded at all if things got steamy in every sense of the word, but the respect he's showing probably does a lot more to make her heart skip a beat.]

Sounds good.

[Yang kisses his cheek, lingering for just a few seconds before she retreats.]

...But if you still want to take your shirt off and hang out, you know I'm not going to object.

[She grins, flashing her teeth, before she turns to step into the shower and slide the panel mostly shut behind her. Faucet comes on. Shirt is pushed out of the small gap between wall and panel. Then her shorts. Bra. Underwear. Panel closes, and the showerhead comes on.]

[Almost immediately after, there's a long, happy sigh of relief from someone who hasn't had a hot shower in over a year.]

...I will never take indoor plumbing for granted again. This feels amazing.

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