Alphabet Meme - Y - Ouran - Renge x Kyouya
Title: Yacht
Rating: G
Warnings: I have never written Renge before oh god
Words: 487
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairings/Characters: Renge x Kyouya
"Renge, would you please get off that chair."
From head-to-toe in a sparkling symphony of pinks and yellows, Renge held her stance on top of a wooden chair, fists on her hips. She puffed out her cheeks as she stared down her date, a light flush breaking through her 24-hour foundation. Even with the occasional rocking of the yacht they were on she didn't falter, having had plenty of practice balancing on moving surfaces during school.
She pointed a finger dramatically in Kyouya's direction, eyebrows furrowed together. "No one's around to see! So do it!"
Kyouya sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Everything before this had gone unexpectedly smooth, but he had to accept that not everything could remain like that for too long. "Anyone could be watching. This dinner party is important to our separate companies, you realize."
"But it's boring keeping it all that way! All those people are in the lower decks, we're the only ones up here!"
"Renge. I'm--"
"Let's start again!" Renge interrupted desperately, turning her pointing into an empty hand looking for a partner, "I'm Juliet on my balcony, so kiss me, Romeo!"
Kyouya's fist clenched at his side in irritation. "No. It's unprofessional, and you should know that that situation doesn't fit us in the least. Come down from there before you fall."
Face fallen, Renge dropped her arm atop the princess poof of her dress and slouched her shoulders forward. "But..."
"I'll help you down, then we'll go down below with the rest of the party," Kyouya offered, stepping closer, hand held out for Renge to take. Renge stared at it, her lower lip jutted out in a pout. She had hoped getting her Demon King to act more like a prince would have been easier, but he had yet again thwarted her plans by simply being himself.
"Alright..." she murmured, waiting for him to get just a step closer. When he was in range, Renge cupped his cheeks with her hands, tilted his head up and placed a small kiss on his lips. It was odd being the taller one, but the control felt just about right to her. A few pecks into the kiss and Kyouya's hand came up between them, ending their session immediately.
The smoldering glare in Kyouya's eyes did nothing to dampen the smile on Renge's face. "What was that?"
"Role reversal has been getting pretty popular lately, and I can pretend for a while," she giggled, resting her forehead against his. Kyouya sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose, a task proving somewhat difficult with another head so close. "And it was a kiss, my dearest Juliet."
Kyouya's lips tugged upward into a brief smile before he grasped her waist. "Call me that again and I'll never escort you to another party."
"Oh, fine. I'll wait until next club meeting for that. Can we not go down for a few more minutes...?"
"...Five minutes wouldn't hurt."
"Good! You can be the boy again!"
Rating: G
Warnings: I have never written Renge before oh god
Words: 487
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairings/Characters: Renge x Kyouya
"Renge, would you please get off that chair."
From head-to-toe in a sparkling symphony of pinks and yellows, Renge held her stance on top of a wooden chair, fists on her hips. She puffed out her cheeks as she stared down her date, a light flush breaking through her 24-hour foundation. Even with the occasional rocking of the yacht they were on she didn't falter, having had plenty of practice balancing on moving surfaces during school.
She pointed a finger dramatically in Kyouya's direction, eyebrows furrowed together. "No one's around to see! So do it!"
Kyouya sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Everything before this had gone unexpectedly smooth, but he had to accept that not everything could remain like that for too long. "Anyone could be watching. This dinner party is important to our separate companies, you realize."
"But it's boring keeping it all that way! All those people are in the lower decks, we're the only ones up here!"
"Renge. I'm--"
"Let's start again!" Renge interrupted desperately, turning her pointing into an empty hand looking for a partner, "I'm Juliet on my balcony, so kiss me, Romeo!"
Kyouya's fist clenched at his side in irritation. "No. It's unprofessional, and you should know that that situation doesn't fit us in the least. Come down from there before you fall."
Face fallen, Renge dropped her arm atop the princess poof of her dress and slouched her shoulders forward. "But..."
"I'll help you down, then we'll go down below with the rest of the party," Kyouya offered, stepping closer, hand held out for Renge to take. Renge stared at it, her lower lip jutted out in a pout. She had hoped getting her Demon King to act more like a prince would have been easier, but he had yet again thwarted her plans by simply being himself.
"Alright..." she murmured, waiting for him to get just a step closer. When he was in range, Renge cupped his cheeks with her hands, tilted his head up and placed a small kiss on his lips. It was odd being the taller one, but the control felt just about right to her. A few pecks into the kiss and Kyouya's hand came up between them, ending their session immediately.
The smoldering glare in Kyouya's eyes did nothing to dampen the smile on Renge's face. "What was that?"
"Role reversal has been getting pretty popular lately, and I can pretend for a while," she giggled, resting her forehead against his. Kyouya sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose, a task proving somewhat difficult with another head so close. "And it was a kiss, my dearest Juliet."
Kyouya's lips tugged upward into a brief smile before he grasped her waist. "Call me that again and I'll never escort you to another party."
"Oh, fine. I'll wait until next club meeting for that. Can we not go down for a few more minutes...?"
"...Five minutes wouldn't hurt."
"Good! You can be the boy again!"