Heirot

The rogue fell still in her arms, feeling calmer than he thought was possible in such a vulnerable position. After a moment he closed his eyes, not sleeping, but just pondering the foreign concept of resting in safety while so close to someone else.

Mizuki hugged him longer. Half thinking it was some kind of dream, and the other half knowing it was all real but being unable to believe it. She moved her face gently to look at him and saw his eyes closed. Thinking he had fallen asleep, she kissed his cheeks, then nose, then his mouth lightly.

Soran felt Mizuki's soft kisses over his face, keeping his eyes closed. When she kissed his mouth, he kissed her back calmly, half-opening his eyes.

Mizuki giggled. She was full of them now. She lingered at Soran's lips a little longer, then pulled back and rufulled his hair gently. "Have you taken notice yet that we're on the floor?" she asked him, smiling. She hadn't exactly noticed the wood floor under them until now.

"Something wrong with the floor?" he returned smugly.

Mizuki giggled. "You would say that." she smirked. "I'm beining to think that you find a floor more comfortable than a bed." She poked him playfully. "I'm surprised your joints aren't stiff!"

"I'm not a princess that needs a fluffy bed," Soran smirked.

Mizuki blinked for a moment. "Hey wait..." she glared for a moment then tackled him, kind of. She actually just rolled over him, pinning him down playfully. "I can take hard floors!"

"Can you? Looks like you're using me as a surrogate mattress," the rogue taunted.

Mizuki glared again, then leaned down close to his face. She grin evilily, her eyes glinting what she was about to do, then tickled him mericilessly. She poked his side's as she sat on top of him, laughing in her small revenge.

"Mwuahaha!!!" she laughed, mocking an evil laugh.

Soran had a bad feeling at the look in her eyes, which was promptly confirmed when she started tickling him mercilessly. He struggled to push her arms away, but they kept coming back, and he couldn't get away with her sitting on top of him. "Stop, stop!" he laughed/panicked, finally toppling her sideways and crawling away.

Mizuki toppled over. Her arms caught her before she fell completely. She was still smiling but she didn't come after him. Instead she scooped the sleeping Blade up and set him on the bed. Once he was there, she looked at Soran again, grinned again, and tackled him again. She felt like she was a kid again rough housing with the boys in her village.

"Soran! I thought you were a brave fighter!" she taunted.

Soran prepared himself as Mizuki came at him, then quickly and efficiently twisted her arm behind her back, tapped a pressure point in her upper back, and in moment had the half elf pinned neatly in a submission hold face-down on the floor, one knee lightly but firmly across her lower back and her arm still pinned behind her. "What was that? he commented idly, smiling.

"Eep!" Mizuki squealed as her arm was pinned behind her and Soran tapped her upper back. She blinked at the floor for a moment, trying to contemplate how she had gotten there and how she'd get out. "Ook!Ook!" she pleaded, half giggling and half begging.

Soran quickly released her and removed his weight from her back, sitting back and watching her. He hadn't enjoyed himself this much in a long time.