burns like a fire, electricity

[bunnyhopped]

who: hana song & gladio amicitia
what: roommates go out for halloween
when: oct 31
where: out on the town
warnings: none for the moment; will update as necessary!

[ Hana's had a rough couple of weeks.

Between all the ghosts roaming around, the stress of all the memory sharing happening, Hana refusing to sleep for the latter half of those two weeks, and her pushing and throwing herself into her work with the Perimeter Guard during and since then... Emotions have been running high. She has been going out pretty regularly during the real Halloween festivities and this evening, on the 31st, Hana's dragged Gladio along with the intention of hitting a few bars before ending up at Otabek's Halloween bash at the club. She's gone through a few easy costumes the past couple of night, not really going with anything that goes with the spooky theme of the holiday, but for the night itself she opts for a classic witch getup with a black outfit and a witch hat. Her makeup is darker than the usual pinks and rosy tones she uses, too, although her purple eyeshadow does have a bit of gold glitter in it.

The first couple of bars, Hana hits the bar hard. She goes for whatever the deal for the hour is, although that does net her some substantially watered-down drinks that taste like 90 percent chaser, 5 percent water, and 5 percent actual liquor. That doesn't mean, though, that by the time they make it to the main event of the night she's not at least a little bit warm and buzzed. Which is why she goes straight to the dance floor when they get there, pulling Gladio along with her and dancing close to him as she lets the music take over her movements. ]

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[leatherdaddy]

[ It certainly complicates matters. And as much fun as he has under their roof, being a part of their daily lives, being able to share with them a form of intimacy that only living under the same roof can give... he wouldn't trade that experience for the world, to be honest, but eventually he knows he'll have to leave one day. Find his own place. Sometimes he thinks he's long overstayed his welcome, but then there is always some excuse, some set back, and no one is in much of a hurry.

If he hurts her or hurts him, Gladio wouldn't be able to forgive himself. They're both of them precious to him in different and distinct ways. He harbors feelings of a romantic sort, each a different wavelength. Genji's is all smooth and steady curves, rounded hills and slow and sloping drops that keep him grounded. Hana's a sharper roller-coaster thrill he can't get enough of, anticipation grips him nearly every time he sees her and with both of them he's wise enough to keep things simple. Friendly.

And then there's moments like these, where they're swept into the pulse and undulation of the crowd, lost in it, part of it. There's a strange sort of privacy here, and Gladio allows himself to feel that electricity between them flicker to life again. It comes when the music bottoms out and leaves them to fill in the vast, empty space between it.

Not with words, apparently, not when she's stopping them up with her plush lips on his, but she can't be left with all the blame, not when he's already been sinking down to meet her mouth with his halfway through, thinking yes this is exactly what he's wanted for longer than he's willing to admit. It's been a while, it feels, since he allowed himself to indulge in the moment, when chemistry and mood and settings all align themselves for something so magical as this.

The first press of lips would have been chaste except he soon bites into the next one, surging against her mouth hungrily as the music picks up again, eager to taste his way into her. ]

[bunnyhopped]

[ In a way—

She's glad, sometimes, for how this place has granted her more privacy by taking her status at home away. Here, she's not a celebrity. People aren't watching her every move and waiting for a chance to strike her down. She never would have gotten away with this at home - in the first place, she wouldn't have had time to go out and enjoy herself like most other people her age do - but there's the fact that at home she has to be this symbol that gives people hope and that people look up to, and where does losing inhibition and making out with a friend at the club fit into that? Nowhere.

She's especially glad for it too because there's nothing chaste or innocent about how she responds, an approving hum from her that passes between them, is muffled by their lips pressed together. At least, until she feels his teeth graze against her and then the bite of them, which earns a gasp. If it's been a while for Gladio, it's been even longer for Hana, who hasn't allowed any of her flirtation to go anywhere beyond teasing, playful words until this moment. Her lips part readily at his bidding and her fingers find their way to the back of his head, into his hair. ]

[leatherdaddy]

[ Likewise, he's glad. Glad he has the luxury of being basically on permanent leave. That he has the opportunity to put his mission on hold, even though it unsettles him how easily he put it off... even though he really doesn't know how to define himself without Noct around to safeguard. What makes it easier is being around people who accept him even when he's tight-lipped about his past.

Also contributing to his growing list of reasons to stay in this quarantine is Hana Song and the surprising twist this night took. Since he first met the woman, he felt an instant attraction - few, he imagined, wouldn't given her charm. But she was also strong and fierce in personality, a sassy friend whose company he craved. A spitfire of course, but she's a live wire in his arms now with a kiss so hot he thinks he might blister.

An amused sound bubbles up from his chest as he laughs into another kiss when her fingers rake into his hair, and he returns the favor by holding her against his body in an embrace - a brief press, it could have been a hug except for the way he kisses her and feels along the path of bare skin between her top and her skirt. His tongue glides over hers and he hums in response, tasting the drink she had earlier and her and thinking that he could just get drunk off that alone. Cupping her face with one hand, he swirls his tongue over hers before he pulls back from the wet kiss to steal a breath. ]

[bunnyhopped]

[ Truth to tell, in spite of appearances and the air of confidence that Hana consistently exudes (with the exclusion of the past few weeks) - Hana has had very limited experience in this arena. Sure, she's flirted, dated, been around a tiny bit. But she's also never really experienced genuine connections with anyone that she'd come to be involved with in any romantic capacity. She's used to superficiality - people wanting to get with her because she's D.Va and they want all the publicity and status that dating her comes with - not Hana Song. But she's also used to keeping people at an arm's length romantically because, in a way, she doesn't want them to learn about Hana Song. They're around for D.Va and don't need the nineteen-year-old Hana Song who's still figuring herself out and who sometimes has terrible mood swings or nightmares, who's prone to making mistakes just like any other young adult would.

Yet, somehow, she doesn't feel that trepidation with Gladio. Since she'd met him they'd gotten along quite well, which of course made their living arrangements easier. Of course she's attracted to him - she would argue that anyone with eyes would be. But even more than that she has really enjoyed his company, commentary when watching tv shows and conversations had over dinners and breakfasts and runs taken together. And even when they flirted, Hana never felt that strange pressure or obligation that she's used to feeling with other people when they're interested in her. He's always felt genuine. Maybe because - Gladio doesn't really know D.va. He's always known Hana Song. And whether she realizes that or not - she still appreciates him, feels safe around him, even at this moment when they're doing something quite dangerous.

Because his touch on her skin, just along that gap leaves heat in its wake and she tries her best to answer him soundly in their kiss, tongue to tongue and lips to lips. The arch of her back as his fingers glide along smooth skin there is nothing but a natural reaction to him, and while she almost feels like she's drowning in this - in them - she doesn't feel worried or scared.

They really shouldn't be doing this. Roommates or not, above all that is their mutual friendship and admiration for Genji but—

When he pulls back to breathe, she gasps as though she really had been drowning, her own breath hot against his skin and their faces are still so close to each other. Her fingers loosen in his hair and trail down to the back of his neck and her eyes go half-lidded as she looks down at the lips she'd just been kissing.

They really shouldn't be doing this. But Hana doesn't feel sorry at all and she's coming to realize that she doesn't care - at least not at this moment.

So the moment that passes between them is silent only briefly before she mutters his name in a hushed tone that's both a plea and a demand and adds, as the music swells and ebbs around them, ]

Don't stop.