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Who: Yuuri & Wolfram (is_the_catcher & flaming_for_yuu)
Where Their room. (Room 75, first floor.)
When: After this mini-thread. Evening.
Rating: PG-13? Edit - PG-13 for boys kissing. Sob.
Summary: After freaking out about the hopes/fears event like a jerk, Yuuri decides it's time to suck it up and talk to Wolfram after receiving advice from both Souji and Murata. (The flowers are Murata's fault)


the Story: Yuuri was not a wimp, nor was he panicking. Okita-san had spoken perfect sense, and even though he knew Murata sometimes drove him to do things just because the other boy found it fun and amusing, he wouldn't wish ill on Yuuri, whether as a friend or as the Maou. He knew that sucking it up and talking to Wolfram about that whole... children, love, kissing business was the right thing to do. The manly thing to do. The not wimpy thing to do. Therefore, he could do this.

He could also apologize for being an ass, and he wasn't sure which part - the talking or the apologizing - was going to be more embarrassing.

Yuuri finally decided to sit down the third time he almost went sprawling from tripping over the chair at the desk, on the way to adjust the daffodils he'd found in the garden clumsily in the blue glass vase that had been on a shelf. Was it too obvious? He hoped they weren't too obvious. They were the closest he could find to Beautiful Wolfram while they were there (he knew he'd find the daffodils when he went looking, at least. they were in that song, after all), but he'd roll over and die if Wolfram brought any attention to them. Maybe he'd notice and wouldn't say anything, or. Even if he did, Yuuri could blame it on the mansion and that would be that--

No, no, that would defeat the purpose entirely! The 'mansion did it' excuse would be saved for Murata and Murata alone (since God only knew Murata was perfectly aware of Cheri-sama's gardening hobbies and would get that freakish glint in his glasses the moment he noticed) but then again why would Murata even be in their room in the first place? Wolfram would probably kick him out immediately, even if he was the Great Sage, and--

Yuuri was getting off topic, not even paying attention when someone finally approached the door.

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This, as far as Wolfram was concerned, called for a cuddle. He tightened the grip of his arm around Yuuri's waist, leaning closer. His fiancé's hair was tickling his nose. It smelled vaguely herbal. Wolfram caught himself trying to lean closer and identify the scent, and carefully scooted about an inch and a half further away. There. That was the necessary Yuuri-personal-space.

...Or, at least, it was all that Yuuri really seemed to need at the moment.

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Yuuri was ashamed to note that he was mildly terrified, yes, but was wise enough not to voice it.

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Wolfram was content to allow another one of those comfortable-for-him silences to take over.

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Wolfram was a selfish bastard.

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Yuuri could use the practice.

Since he wasn't objecting, in any case, Wolfram gave up on the inch and a half and snuggled in closer. Some kind of herb scent, anyway. Not a minty one. More of a crushed-green-leaf kind of smell. It complemented the underlying scent, which appeared to be "nervous sweat."

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That was it. Yuuri could tell when he was being messed with, and he was perfectly capable of countering the gesture.

Which meant Wolfram very quickly had a facefull of matress when Yuuri pushed his head away with a hand. "Wolfram. Liberties with the touching."

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Wolfram grumbled, pulling away from Yuuri's hand. "Fine," he said with a slight glare. He had been enjoying himself.

On the other hand, giving Yuuri an aneurysm this soon would be counterproductive. And his fiancé hadn't actually pried Wolfram's arm off of his waist. Which meant that Wolfram was allowed more "liberties" than he was used to already.

Mollified by that train of thought, Wolfram returned to the inch-and-a-half-of-personal-space position, and settled comfortably in.

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Well, at least Wolfram had listened to him. But even so, Yuuri had no idea what he had just gotten himself into.