scubatankfilledwithfarts | i really want to stay at your house

“I’m going to drown you in a river like Kangaroos do,” she proclaims, wiggling her fingers from beneath him. Sure, the back of Kaneda’s head is kind of cute, the little spot at the base of his neck where the knob of his spine begins [and the way he shivers and melts when she noses it, or runs her tongue along it], but what she wasn’t counting on when she won the coveted big spoon title was him lying on her arm to the point where it’s pins-and-needles town. At this point Maria can’t even tell if her arm’s still attached (it is)!

Kaneda’s laugh rumbles through his back and into her chest, warm and fond and just for her.

“You’re the one who was soooo smug about winning, babe. Let me let you enjoy your victory~”

Scowling, she tugs, and tugs, and with a put-upon sigh he rolls over, releasing her, though now she’s within the cage of his arms instead. Not the worst place to be. Dark eyes on hers, fingertips rubbing the ends of some of her hair between them [a greedy bird that wants to take something back to the nest, but ah, he’s gotten the entire prize hasn’t he?], mouth curled into a smirk.

Then, he flops—he isn’t exactly heavy, but his elbows and ribs are rather pointy, and with a lot of arguing and not a little grumbling, they settle again, his face squished against her chest, her hands on his butt.

Somehow she can breathe, somehow the way his toes wiggle against hers, cold by contrast, is acceptable for the moment.

Blessed peace despite her pinkening cheeks. Maria’s mind begins to drift off from the tangent that wanted to spring from her tongue, the urge to shove him to the floor. It all drifts like dust motes in the sunlight, dozy and warm.

“Hey, what were you thinking about just now? Cause your heart just sped up—you thinking bout my—"

And because she was thinking about shoes, she said—

“Shoes.”

Kaneda whines—scandalized—“MARIA! That can’t get you hot and bothered, it just can’t! You little liar—”

His fingers find her sides and before she can stop it she shrieks, knees jerking into his sides. All she can do is the last resort, one she is much too sophisticated to do—

Maria goose’s him and watches, fascinated, as Kaneda flies about 3 feet into the air.