masanari | [Futurelandia] It's April and We're under the sheets.

[ He arched a brow at her, and ... then lets out a little brush of his scent. Standing, he walks two steps over to her, and then wraps one arm around her waist, and the other reaches out to grab hold of one of her breasts.

Well. ]

I wouldn't want to rip the dress.

[He really shouldn't, but of course he does and the incredibly tenuous grip she had on her self control snaps so immediately that it's amazing that his whole office doesn't hear it. Her scent responds to his in a record quickness, and she leans right into his touch.]

Rip the dress and the panties, I don't care.

[She kisses his jaw, lingering especially close to his lips, more teasing than seeking permission.]

But then you'll have to walk around downtown naked.

[ He can't imagine that she planned to have them fuck right here in the office. And so to that end, while he was excited too and he also didn't want to disappoint her... he also didn't want to ruin her moment. The Alpha considers all these things as he plays with her breast, molding it and seeing if he could somehow get a feel for what piercings she had in under it and the bra she no doubt had on. He considers feeling for the same on her naval or some of her dermal ones. But he thinks better of it, and slides the other hand down to reach under the dress so he might at least run the top end of her panties. ]

Isn't that one of your favorite ideas?

[The whole naked walking thing! Or maybe it's an Audrey centered kink, given that little girl even has a leash to go with her collar! With her it might just be the piercings, the two little 'M' letters in her nipples, hidden by the bra, the numerous ones between her legs, in her tongue, navel, and lower back.

Of course it doesn't really matter, because even though Masaomi is right and in hindsight Emily would regret doing it right then and there, she's not exactly clear minded enough to know that herself. The touching doesn't help with that, it only makes her groan and she nips at his ear, lets the hint of sunflowers grow into a steady wave. Considering that she's genuinely ovulating, there's a particularly obvious pulse to it that Masaomi probably recognizes given that he's knowingly sired two kids.]

[ He does recognize that hint to it, that flavor. It's... interesting, it's a feeling that he had definitely felt and savored before, something that he had embraced with his mate when they had wanted to expand the family, and something that he promised to Emily and to others in their pack as they moved into this new era. The Alpha is struck by some need to make good on that promise now, but he gained a further, surreal awareness of the surrounding, as if he were much bigger and looking down on it all.

He smirks, groping her all the more. his hand under the dress dances up her back a little before retreating for fear of ripping it. He leans into her bite, and whispers back to her, ]

I'm not sure that's the sort of story you want for it, Emily.

Mrrr.

[If Masaomi is turning down a golden, shining opportunity for public exhibitionism then there's only one of two options. Either he's not into the idea itself (and she would only believe such a thing if her life depended on it) or he's got his own reasons and it's only right to defer to his decision anyway - he's her Alpha and older than her so she regretfully gives up.

The questionable noise of mild discontent is more for her own sake, really.]

Alright, fine. But does that mean you're ready?

[So they can go somewhere else and fuck there!]

[ More like he doesn't want her to complain at him later. ... Or Nariko to complain at him for not being artful in an hour. ... Or Ada to complain at him for not being poetic in twelve hours. ... Or for Charlotte to get him a backhanded compliment about it in seventy-three hours. ... Or Octavio to try and assure him everything was okay at a bar in a hundred hours but it to just be sort of pathetic.

... But basically, the gist is that for something like this, he needs to give her at least a little romance. It must be special, and while exhibition was a thing he loved, he shouldn't indulge at her expense. Even if she wanted it at the time.

So he squeezes her breast one more time because he can't help it, and then pulls both his hands back to himself, nodding. ]

Right and ready.

[Hey now to be fair out of all of those possible options only the scenarios involving Ada and Octavio are actually plausible! But ultimately the level of romance Emily needs is incredibly inferior to say, Nariko, so this is really the only exception he needs to make! Hell, she'd be fine with making the kid in his car.

But in the moment Emily comes up with one more vague sense of resigned loyalty before heading for the door.]

Off we go, then!

[ He knows way, way better than to ever expect that Nariko wouldn't know what he was doing somehow and maybe give him a look, okay. Okay...

Okay...

That said, he grins, slipping a bag over his shoulder and smiling a bit as they get out the door. He waves off Lisa, to give her a signal to close it up for him. That said, to the car! ... It was probably his car, right? He goes ahead to get on that, even if he didn't yet know where they were going. ]

Agreed.

[But the look she would be giving in this instance would be far less of a Look-look!

But it is definitely his car and once she's moseyed right into the passenger side she doesn't hesitate to tell him where to go. ... Is it really so simple for him to leave? Well, probably, since the place belongs to him anyway but she does cast it a vague look before giving the most thorough directions possible:]

To the pier, first!

[ It's not, not in the Real World. It's something that he needed to tell Lisa ahead of time - that he was going to step out early. She was going to need to lock up, and chances are he was going to need to text Nariko or Sully or someone to get a file or two he left behind. He did take his laptop, but...

Ah well.

To the pier! ]

Let's go!

[ Vroom Vroom ]

[WELL it's worth it for a new kid, right Masaomi?? Besides, Nariko will be perfectly understanding about it anyway.

But off to the pier, when it's too early for it to be incredibly busy, when the sun is going to fall over the horizon in just a little while. It's going to be incredibly beautiful and a lot of people would agree that it would also be romantic, but.]

Yes! He's here!

[... Emily is not here for the romantic view, though it is nice.] Come on, I've been waiting months for him to come back around! You're lucky they don't throw people in jail for twitter stalking!

[As soon as they're parked in the ever familiar lot near the higher end shops Emily practically hops out the window.]

[ Well. They could throw you in jail for that depending on the situations and the prosecutor. But he's not going to mention that because he didn't even think of that and he was too busy laughing. He snorts even, hurrying up to park , and is actually slower getting out of the car than she is. Who is he...?

He's not following this at all.

But he grunts and decides to just roll with it, because it is worth it. ]

Well, small miracles, right?

[That's way too serious and this'll pretty much reveal itself anyway. Once they're both out she takes his hand, starting at a quick trot. The closer inward they go the more likely Masaomi is to smell it, too: Ramen, fresh, authentic plucked-right-out-of-Japan Ramen, at that. What she's brought him to is essentially a little pop up restaurant with one cook, and one extra attendant. Their stall looks like it's been tied down to the back of a pickup many a time.]

The line isn't even that big! [There's maybe three people ahead of them, and two are a couple, so.] He came around back in January but you weren't feeling well. I was trying to time this with when he showed up!

[You can't say she doesn't come up with creative dates. There's a lot of other stuff on the menu, anything that could be reasonably made with a mobile oven, really, but Ramen is the most easily recognizable for Emily.]

[ Holy shit that smell...

... Oh man, is this a food truck? Or no, but it's something really close to that, right?! His eyes light up the moment he smells it, and he grins, taking hold of her hand and giving it a firm squeeze as he widens his strides to get them in the line that much quicker. He didn't even know that existed. There's actually a lot of good Asian restaurants in town, but this sort of pop up set up like this is intrinsically different. But all the same- ]

Yeah, January was all over the place. [ the vacation was amazing but then...

Well a lot happened. He shrugs ]

Awesome, that's a nice find, Emily.

[Basically a food truck-shack thing! A somewhat underground one, but it was impossible to see something like this and not think of Masaomi, it's not exactly the prettiest place and she's no expert on Japanese food by far ... But anyone can tell food made with heart from a mile away. Or, rather, that's kind of a weird talent of hers.]

To say the least.

[It was an awful month and she's a lot happier to be squeezing his hand in return as they move up.]

I hoped you would like it. Besides, you're going to be a pretty big part of this too so it made sense to do something special.

[She pauses for a second, debating the question she wants to ask:] Is it different when you're planning it?

[It's no secret that Yamato was a surprise, Junko was probably more of an inevitability, and Koji might have been a little more of a shock considering the small gap between he and his sister. But now there's a concerted effort to go all out with this baby thing, and a vague sensation in the back of her head that it feels different as a result.]

Pretty big, huh? So what are we talking, in terms of percentages? Thirty? Something like that?

[ It could be fifty-fifty purely biologically, but that might not be the way to look at all of this emotionally. This was her baby and her moment, and to some extent he was just making it happen. But that same baby was entering into his pack and it was in a very real way his. His and hers, theirs. It's something nostalgic and pleasant, despite the situation - something he can't help but think people operated like in antiquity.

He laughs all the same, shifting his hand to wrap his loosely around her waist. ]

... It's pretty different though, yeah.

At least forty-five, right? I mean, you planned on being on top at some point, I'm sure.

[As opposed to lying back and just letting her do all the work. It probably is more her moment, but ultimately she's still not entirely ready to be a full on mom. Masaomi's likely to end up guiding this eventual kid just as much as anyone else in the house. It's just the lead up that makes her so nervous and maybe a tad unsure, like following through on something huge.

But that's also why Masaomi was the best choice: Rather than give into that fear she just leans into him.]

Hm. Is it more fun?

Oh, most definitely. Unless you read some guru guide which says I'm not supposed to. I can't be too certain on your important day.

[ But he laughs. He's joking at this point, trying to raise her spirits further in a way which isn't overly sexual. He knows that they will be doing sex later of course, but he wants to... well, he wants to make things feel natural. Like a date or something. A date just for her. He squeezes her and nuzzles against her head a little bit.

More fun...

It's different. It's really different. But he can't help but realize that though she doesn't intend it, she is asking him to compare this to sex with Nariko. That's a whole other thing entirely. But all the same, after mulling it over a moment, ]

It's a lot more exciting for what it is. I'm thinking about the outcome more, and it's really the sort of thing to make someone eager.

If I read anything that says that it's been conveniently blocked from my memory.

[No one can say he isn't good at it. Nariko takes precedence for him beyond everyone else, maybe his own children, but there's something to be said for gaining the attention of her Alpha, of Masaomi himself as a man. It's easy to feel at ease with him and it's always been one of his finer points.]

That's how it's supposed to be for you though, right?

[Honestly, it's a fascinating topic to her.] It's really only natural to want to propagate, that's a drive that Alphas have and others are meant to follow. [And while Emily definitely isn't purposefully asking to compare anything it is interesting to her that one of the somewhat few female alphas in the world has as strong a desire to be surrounded with children as Masaomi now has to create them. It's a grand thing that feels comforting to be a part of, a callback to instincts older than time. He's always seemed to understand that kind of thing, which makes her feel a little less crazy.]

[ The drive Alphas are meant to have... He grins a little in spite of himself as she says that, and while something he does pride himself on is a certain ability to control himself and his scent, he does let a strong note of out into the air, as if he was primordially both laying a claim to her and issuing a challenge to any other woman in the line to come have his children too.

Indeed.

He does decide to answer her seriously though. If anyone - well, Emily might be the one who could best understand or at least accept his reasoning here. ]

It's a stage, I think. When this all began, I was being scrappy and just wanted to make a home for us all. But coming to this choice and reaching this point feels like an awakening, and it's exciting to be here. It's only that we are in a more rational period which sees me not restricting all children in the pack to being mine.

[She probably would have had an intelligent response to what he said if he'd kept a lid on that. Emily can't help the full body shiver or the sudden drop in her own control, her own scent practically dizzies her because it's concentrated sunflower and desperate in a way that she very rarely feels. Such is the power of an alpha, though.]

I suppose you could liken it to being a new book in your life. [Not even a chapter, because he's so different from the man that happened to take her and Ada in like stray puppies.]

... Is it rude if I eat fast?

[There's some quip to be made here, surely, about the fact that she isn't one to lose control so violently for anyone else, but she's too busy trying to breathe normally to formulate and subsequently vocalize that thought.]

A whole new book? That's a pretty bold statement... but! I'll allow it, even if I know I'm going to be savoring it until it's time to slurp up more.

[ That all came out a little bit disjointed on his end too. Really, it's because while he did lid his scent the moment after it burst (and turned heads oops) he now is sort of pondering the philosophical meaning of what she just had him consider. Because there are things to examine there.

Is he different? ]

Well, they're called books because their ends are meant to come naturally, there's always more until there isn't, right?

[Even she can't imagine him being omnipotent to time - there'll be a day where he can't reasonably continue on with this endless impregnation, but when that time comes it won't be because of a lack of will, but because the world always turns, if nothing else.

They move up in the line and she inches a little closer, trying and failing to squash the part of her that demands contact even though he's taken away something that made her feel whole.]

[ Masaomi is, as always, not really oblivious to his effect on her or a handful of people around thm, but he is trying to hold some degree of norms... for some reason. Maybe just to get as far as the ramen. Still, as they get further in line and he continues the conversation, he does wrap his arm around her side, pulling her in close to lan on him if she so wishes, and snaking a hand up go tease one of her tits through the dress.

It's not much, but he figured she would appreciate it ]

Virtual mortality is a hard concept right after you get over an existential thing. Well, as much as I can, anyway. [ He hums. ] You know, in that sense, maybe that's a bit part of why the note does ring so strong, to make little spin off books.

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