hh_mirror | When closets rebell ((Open RP, Great Hall))

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When closets rebell ((Open RP, Great Hall))

((OOC: Channel should know I read what's said when I'm asleep.))

There were things about this school that were beyond Kusuriyuri's dreams. That he'd find ones so precious to him as Kurama and his students was still surprising to him, still enough to bring a secret smile to his lips.

There were things about this school that were beyond baffling. The tendency for friends, enemies, and otherwise to show up and vanish with little notice, for one.

The fact that his closet refused to give him anything but a short black dress this morning was another. No matter where he looked in their apartment, he could not find his kimono or even any of Kurama's clothes to charm to fit him. It was the only clothing, aside from a black headscarf, he could find.

Believing his closet to be as perverse as the rest of this school, he also figured he wouldn't find his normal clothing until he'd been properly humiliated by wearing what his closet offered.

Boukensha looked at him in askance, but insisted on riding on his shoulder as he went to the Great Hall on his way to his office to study. He hoped that there would be few about as he left, but was sure that there was some perversion in the school that would cause his hope to be rendered into naught.

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Kusuriyuri looked at Kurama a long moment before looking at the dress. His mouth twitched slightly before he schooled his face again. "Perhaps it should be kept. This one could wear it if there is nothing to be done."

Kurama folded the dress carefully with a solemn nod. "I will take good care of it, then." Picking up the kimono Kusuriyuri had chosen, he unfolded it and made sure it was the right size, and then began to help Kusuriyuri to redress. "Perhaps, after we are well attired, I will make us some tea? There is a blend from the experiment greenhouse that you may enjoy."

So, this was to be a game, Kusuriyuri thought with some amusement. "That would be most pleasing," he murmured, holding his arms out as Kurama worked. "It has been a while since we have had a proper tea."

Kurama's smile was rather neutral, but his eyes were practically on fire with mischief. Still he worked just as Kusuriyuri had, going about it with a professional air, even managing the obi without a pause.

He stepped back to take a look at the finished view. "You look quite dashing," he smiled.

"Itoshii is kind to say so," Kusuriyuri murmured, bowing slightly. He stepped closer to Kurama, almost close enough for their breathing to cause their bodies to touch. "My love is pleasing to the eye as well."

Kurama bent as if to press a kiss to Kusuriyuri's cheek, and stopped just a breath away. He smiled. "Will you join me for a drink? The moon will be out soon, and I would enjoy such beautiful company."

Kusuriyuri turned so that his mouth was under where Kurama's lips still were. "That would be most enjoyable," he said.

"Let us go then," he smiled, coming quite close to actually kissing, but not close enough. He stood up straight and nodded to the door, offering his arm.

Kusuriyuri could taste the want on Kurama and it was amusing and arousing. He rested his hand on Kurama's wrist, the tips of his fingers just touching Kurama's skin. "Will we drink in the tea house or in greenhouse seven?" he asked as he fell into step with Kurama.

"As you prefer. Greenhouse seven offers a nicer view of the sky, the tea house is nicely traditional, though I have yet to grow the final touches in there." He made his place slow, leisurely. He was so very tempted to hoist Kusuriyuri over his shoulder and turn right back to their room, but he had let Kusuriyuri win these little holding out games enough times that it would be a fun torture to see if he might have a chance of winning this time.

"There is not much of a view of the sky from the tea house," Kusuriyuri murmured. "If Itoshii wishes to see the moon, greenhouse seven would be better." He looked up at Kurama and smiled. "There will be a storm soon," he said. "Within the week."

"Ho? Is that so?" he managed to keep his one one of polite interest He didn't, however, manage to suppress the shiver of anticipation that ran down his spine. "Perhaps greenhouse seven, then, to greet the moon before the storm takes her?"

"Does the storm steal or does the moon give himself to it?" Kusuriyuri asked, his fingers tracing light patterns on the skin of Kurama's wrist.

"Such secrets I have not yet learned the answer to." Hm, was Kusuriyuri playing hardball? It certainly looked that way. Interesting. "Perhaps, tonight, we could attempt to learn."

"It would be most interesting, to see if we could know the truth of it," he said as his hand slid fully onto the sleeve of the kimono so he was no longer touching Kurama's skin.

Kurama's smile was still polite, though inside he was very fiercely fighting temptation. He was sure he would calm down once he got some tea in him - wait, no. Not with the 'special' blend he had mentioned. That was something he'd cooked up specifically for very amorous nights with Kusuriyuri. Now it would be even more of a challenge.

He couldn't wait.

He opened the door to greenhouse seven with a bow. "If you will make yourself comfortable, I will prepare the tea and bring it," he smiled. Even better that this game would have them out of each other's sight for a moment. Time for each of them to plan and imagine.

Kusuriyuri slipped his fingers along Kurama's hand as he entered the greenhouse. "I shall wait, then, my love," he murmured, turning to face Kurama just inside the doorway.

"Please bear it a little while," he said, and then bowed out to retreat to the tea house. He paused just inside the door to make himself cool down a bit before preparing the tea. He was pretty sure he'd already lost this game (not that he minded at all) and that Kusuriyuri would continue to be just as subtle and patient as ever. Really, he didn't have a chance.

He prepared the tea quickly and set everything on a tray, carrying it with him back to seven, bidding the vines to open the door for him.

Kusuriyuri enjoyed these little games. It warmed him to feel just how much Kurama desired him and amused him to what lengths the kitsune would go to secure his claim. He sat in the hammock, letting it support his body rather than kneeling as he waited, curious to see just how Kurama would react.

Kurama kept his face schooled to calm, useless as it was. Kusuriyuri could surely feel the excited energy radiating off of him in waves. It was an image thing, though, and Kurama was stubborn. He bowed politely, growing a table on which to set the tray and sitting next to Kusuriyuri on the hammock, close enough so they just barely touched, and poured their tea.

"I hope you enjoy it," he smiled, offering Kusuriyuri a cup.

Kusuriyuri could smell the aphrodisiacs in the tea when he took the cup. "Itadakimasu," he murmured. He sipped. Kurama had done his research regarding what would be most effective and Kusuriyuri could feel warmth spreading through his body. "It is quite pleasing," he said softly, his expression calm, controlled.

"Itadakimasu." Kurama joined in the drinking with a smile. He already knew he'd lost, and the tea wasn't going to help at all. "I had hoped it would be."

"It is different than other teas Itoshii has made," Kusuriyuri observed, looking up at Kurama. "Is there a reason?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, deliberately in invitation.

"I had thought to make something just for us," he said, leaning close. "Just for fun."

"For fun?" Kusuriyuri asked. "Though, when my love decides to, he is quite creative." He reached across and touched Kurama's hand lightly.

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