Log: Kidoumaru & Kurenai
Type (Private)
Who: Kurenai & Kidoumaru
Where: Kurenai's Apartment
When: September 8th
Warnings: Whipped cream.
It had been a long day. Between running around the city doing errands, a few early morning classes, and a long shift of work that had been full of annoying drunken men, Kurenai was exhausted. Her stomach rumbled as she finally stepped into her apartment and shut the door, but she ignored it. She didn't have any food in her fridge, and she was sure as hell not going to run back out and buy some. Her hungry stomach could wait until breakfast, she reasoned. Sighing and running a hand through her hair tiredly, she entered the bedroom, stripping down to her bra and panties and collapsing onto the bed. Yawning, she closed her eyes and quickly fell into a light sleep.
Kidou arrived at Kurenai's house; he stepped out of the cab with two bags and walked toward her door. He knew she would be home, having asked a few of her classmates and work mates for her schedule. None of them thought it weird and gave it happily, people can be very trusting. He hopped up to the doorway and knocked lightly, after not receiving an answer he assumed she was either asleep or in the shower. Both were perfect for him; though one was better then the other of course.
He placed the bags down gently and took out his wallet; inside it was a set of tools not normally found in wallets. Metal tools of varied shapes and sizes, he pulled out too and knelt by the doors lock. After a few seconds the door opened smoothly and without a sound, as if unlocked the whole time. Kidou quietly stepped in with his bags and set them down in the kitchen, after a quick scan of the house he laid eyes upon the sleeping Kurenai. "An angel even if half naked in bed." He kisses her gently on the forehead and gets to work on his devious plan, of making her dinner.
Kurenai, always the light sleeper, soon found her eyes fluttering open. Inhaling deeply, she realized there was the smell of cooking coming from the kitchen. Her mind groggily registered the fact that she hadn't left anything on the stove, and as far as her knowledge was, she hadn't ordered cooking services or anything, so...that meant that someone had to be in her house. She shot up in bed, eyes growing wide. Well, if it was a murderer, she reasoned, they wouldn't exactly spend the time cooking dinner first...right? Quietly standing up, she threw on a black silk bathrobe over her shoulders, tying it in the middle, and grabbed a textbook from her bedside table. Unfortunately, she didn't own a gun or anything of the sort, but she figured that hitting someone over the head hard enough with the complete works and analization of William Shakespeare would stun them enough to grant her a few moments of time to get away. Creeping out of the door, she made her way slowly to the kitchen and spotted Kido. Sighing loudly in relief, she set down the textbook on the counter for a moment before the expression of relief was replaced with one of anger. “.... What are you doing in my house...?!"
Kidou was busy tasting his creation when the sound of an obviously frustrated and angry Kurenai grabbed his attention. He looked over to her, dressed in a mere bathrobe. It proved she bothered to get dressed stead of attacking him straight on. At least she was a clearheaded thinker. Grabbing a paper towel to clean his hands and mouth, he removed his apron and placed it on the table. "Well I assumed by the empty fridge and your oh so busy schedule that you hadn't had dinner. So I thought to myself, why drag her out again when I can just make her something to eat." He shrugged and smiled, like if it was an everyday thing to do. "I was thinking of making you breakfast but I wasn't in the mood for eggs or waffles or anything so I'm making dinner instead." He walked toward the grocery bags full of food and pulled out a bottle of wine, "This is for later of course." Setting it down on the table. "I knocked but you didn't answer, and the door was open so I let myself in. You must be very trusting to not lock your door."
"...The door was...open...?" she asked, looking off to the side and trying to remember if she had locked it or not. Usually she was very careful about that, but thinking back, she could barely remember anything before falling asleep. It was altogether possible that she'd simply forgotten to lock it. "I'm not trusting." she said, glaring and leaning on the counter. "I simply must have forgotten." She inhaled deeply again, noting that whatever he was cooking actually did smell really good, surprisingly. Why was he doing this? People didn't really do nice things for her most of the time; he probably had an ulterior motive. They always did. She'd just have to find it out, and enjoy the food in the meantime. "Thanks, though." she said softly, and with a bit of difficulty. "That's...nice."
Kidou gave her a slightly disapproving smirk. He went back to cooking and stirring. "Be careful you don't forget again though, you never know what strange or crazy people lurk out there. Your lucky I came by I guess." He finished a bit more of his preparations and turned to face Kurenai, looking her right in her sleepy eyes. Even frazzled and just woken up she was still lovely, so it was still a nice site. He poked her gently on the nose, "Doing this is more then nice. I bet you can't name one other guy who has done this for you. You'll really thank me after you try my food." He chuckled slightly, "Now then, where do you keep your plates?"
She waved his hand away with an annoyed look on her face. This guy was all about invading personal space, wasn't he? Still, the food did smell really nice, so she couldn't be too upset. Her stomach growled loudly and she looked embarrassed. "They're in there." she said, pointing to the cabinet where she kept most of her dishes. He was right, though, no one had ever cooked for her before, not even her mother. Growing up, her parents had both been obsessed with work, so she had had to make herself dinner most nights. She looked back over to the food. It was probably poisoned, or drugged. She wondered what her obituary would read as. It would probably be boring, she thought with a sigh.
Kidou sniffed the air, satisfied with what he created. He pulled out a single strand of the spaghetti he was making and tasted it, "Yep, perfect. Much like you." He smiled at Kurenai as he pulled the pot off the stove and emptied out the boiling water into the strainer he brought with him. It was better to bring your own then chance the other person having one. While he let it sit a bit after sifting the water out, he tasted his sauce. It was a recipe he looked up online a while ago, it always tasted good so he made it his own. "I'm certain you will love it, it isn't professional quality but beggars can't be choosers right?" He served her a plate as well as himself one. It wasn't the neatest of meals but a tasty one nevertheless. "Bon appetite mistress." He smiled at her as he took the first bite himself. He figured she would be suspicious of him drugging her with who knows what date-rape drug. "Wow, this taste better then the last time I made it. I guess the company you keep can make any meal better." He poured them each a cup of wine.
She sat down at the table, neatly placing a napkin on her lap (though it was still only her bathrobe that would get dirty regardless) and picking up her fork. She slowly spun the spaghetti around the fork, creating a neat little bundle and wrapping her lips around it. She chewed slowly for a moment, a look of contemplation on her face before she swallowed and spoke. "Not bad." she acknowledged, taking a small sip of her wine and working on spinning another spaghetti bundle.
Kidou raised an eyebrow at her, "Not bad? Well I'll accept that, it's better then throwing it out after all." He reached for the grocery bag and pulled a second bottle of wine, "This is for you keep, incase you went through the ones you stole already." He took another bite of his dish and smiled. "So, how was class and work today sweetie?" Trying to look coy and innocent, it wasn't like they were a couple but that wouldn't stop Kidou from acting like they were.
"Stole?!" she glared at him, setting down her fork. "You know I got those bottles fair and square. You lost, you even admitted it." She picked up her fork and ate another bite of her food, chewing slowly again before answering his second question. "And they were just fine. And don't call me sweetie." She took a long sip of the wine, glad that her stomach was quieting down now that there was something actually in it.
"You are right, you did win round one. Tonight it's my chance to win round two though." He finished his cup and his food, faster then he thought but hey he was hungry too. "So tell me, why don't you have a nice young man, like me, to go home to anyway?" He smiled widely, "Especially with amazing guys like me around. I mean, I know you probably beat them off with a stick, but you have to let one get through eventually. A nice one, who is confident and can cook." He winked at her.
She was quiet for a moment, seeming almost to ignore him as she quietly finished her plate, wiping her mouth delicately on her napkin and setting it down beside her empty plate. She considered his question. Truth be told, she'd had a few boyfriends in her past, but nothing that had ever lasted very long. She was never quite sure how to express her emotions, and came across as cold and distant, and this frustrated most of them who attempted to get close to her. The rest were usually only after one thing, and obviously didn't mind how cold and distant she was as long as they got theirs. There had never seemed to be a balance. Shrugging, she sipped at her wine. "I don't know. I don't really have any interest in things like that." she responded, a half-truth. It was true that she wasn't exactly beating down men's doors in an attempt at some kind of relationship, but she wasn't wholly uninterested, either.
Kidou understood where she came from, just from those few words but thought it funny to tease her anyway. "Not interested in those things? Oh my mistake, I didn't realize you batted for the other team." He held back from laughing as best he could. Honestly, relationships have never been kidou's field of expertise; he was more of a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy. He had way more one-night stands then he did actual relationships. He usually lost interest in a girl after getting his way; the feeling that the next girl would be different was what always drove him to keep trying. "If that is your preference, I think I know some nice girls too."
She rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant, but you men are all the same. Simply because a women isn't falling all over herself attempting to get into bed with you, she's automatically a lesbian." Not that Kurenai was the straightest arrow in the bunch, but that was beside the point. She took another sip of her wine and finished off the glass, standing up and beginning to clear the plates. "Now. I thank you for being so nice as to do this for me, but you should really be going now, don't you think?" she asked in a bit of an annoyed voice as she started rinsing off the plates. Somehow he'd hit a nerve.
Kidou walked up behind Kurenai, invading her personal space like usual. "I know that isn't what you meant, I just like to tease." He wrapped his arms around her, like husband would his wife as she cleaned the plates. "Though, as long as the thought is out there. Maybe you should prove you like men to me, there is one very easy way to do that you know." The last words whispered into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her tighter. "I don't see why I should leave now though, the night is still young. Plus, there is also dessert!"
This guy really had no problem invading personal space, did he? Kurenai knew exactly what he meant, but she tried to pretend like she didn't. She wasn't going to play into his game. "I don't have to prove anything to you." she said as she finished cleaning the plates and set them on the counter to dry. "And, obviously, you've seen my fridge, unless you bought something, there isn't anything for dessert."
Kidou decided to bug her further and follow her, staying right behind her like they were attached at the hip. "You sure about that? You could prove plenty." He kissed her neck and moved away before she could do anything, then heading into his grocery bags and pulling out a can of whipped cream. "See? Dessert. We just need something, or someone to put it on." He chuckled slightly; he loved to push buttons just to see how people reacted.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and grabbed the can of whipped cream from him, shaking it up in one hand as she stood with her other hand on her hip. "Ah, yes, we just need someone to put it on." she repeated his words, moving the neckline of her bathrobe down slightly and acting as if she was about to spray some out on her chest before she suddenly stuck the can in his face, spraying it all over and glaring.
Kidou stared at Kurenai, hoping she would give in tonight and go along with things. Disappointment and a small bout of laughter set in as his face turned white with whipped cream. He smiled, face barely visible behind a foamy wall of white. He licked his lips, "It's good, and you should try some." He rushed toward her to hug her and kiss her, hoping to smush his white face into hers as payback. One hand trying to grab the can back too.
Kurenai made a sound of protest, but it was lodged deep in her throat as Kidou kissed her. As she felt his hand attempt to grab the can back, she threw it to the ground, placing both hands on his chest and pushing away, breaking the kiss, but realizing that some of the whipped cream had transferred onto her face and hair. Great. That plan had backfired. "Ugh, great..." she muttered, wiping at her lips with the back of her hand.
Kidou laughed, his hands on his hips as he posed. "Victory for me, not just because of the whipped cream, but also because I managed to get a kiss too." He swiped his finger on his face and tasted the cream off of it. "Might I add, you have very nice lips mistress." He smirked as he walked toward the can and picked it up.
He began shaking the can, "You know, white is a very good color on you. Maybe we should see how more white looks on you." He began walking towards her; all of his intent was to spray the whipped cream on her body under the robe.
Kurenai began backing up; fully aware she was now on the defensive. Damnit. She glared at him as she realized she had been backed into a wall. "Stop. You wouldn't dare." she said, though she was quite certain that he would, in fact, dare.
Kidou smiled evilly, shaking the can in his hand. "Oh, don't worry. It won't hurt." He pounced toward her and made sure she was stuck in her corner. He pulled slightly on her bathrobe, enough to expose her bra and bare skin. He then placed the can close to her body and sprayed it all over her chest, stomach and bra. Her white skin was coated with a layer of foam. Kidou began laughing and backing away, trying to get a full view of the chaos he caused. He made a V shape with his hand, "Guess I win this round, huh?"
"Not quite." she said coldly, still glaring. Annoyed at getting wrapped up in this immature whipped cream battle, she still wasn't going to let him think he 'won' so easily, so she decided to use the same tactic he did, and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his midsection and pressing her chest to him, wiping off most of the whipped cream onto him. Letting go, she stepped back and smirked, imitating his V sign. "Guess it's a draw now, huh?"
Kidou looked down at the mess on his clothes, then up at a semi-naked Kurenai covered in whipped cream. A tie? Hardly, but he'll let it slide. "Yeah, it seems so. All I got was a night out with you and to see you covered in whipped cream. I guess getting me covered evens that out." He smiled wide and bowed. "Round three will be all me though." He looked her up and down, "I guess we both need to clean up now, would you prefer to shower together or lick each other clean?"
She glared, balling her hands into fists at her side. "I will be showering, but it will be with you out of my apartment and far away." she said evenly, running a hand through her hair that was now coated in whipped cream. That would take awhile to get out. Talk about leave-in conditioner.
Kidou faked a sad expression on his face, trying to pull off puppy dog eyes. "So mean, where is the love?" He went for another hug, knowing full well she wouldn't let him. "At least give me a good bye hug and kiss."
"Oh, okay, sweetie!" she said in a fakely cute voice, acting like she was going in for the hug, but instead punched him hard in the stomach when she got close enough. "Get. Out."
Kidou smiled, as she seemed to accept only to be met with a punch to the tummy. It wasn't extremely painful or anything, but he liked hamming it up anyway. "Ow, the pain." She swung hard for a girl though, and catching him off guard only made it worse for him. "Fine, no loving... for tonight." Kidou hopped up, acting like the blow did nothing to him. "I'll escort myself out then." He marched toward the door, turning back as he put his hand on the knob. "Oh, the grocery bags still have some stuff in them, so you can have breakfast and all. Can't let my mistress go hungry now can I?" He opened the door and proceeded to leave.
Who: Kurenai & Kidoumaru
Where: Kurenai's Apartment
When: September 8th
Warnings: Whipped cream.
It had been a long day. Between running around the city doing errands, a few early morning classes, and a long shift of work that had been full of annoying drunken men, Kurenai was exhausted. Her stomach rumbled as she finally stepped into her apartment and shut the door, but she ignored it. She didn't have any food in her fridge, and she was sure as hell not going to run back out and buy some. Her hungry stomach could wait until breakfast, she reasoned. Sighing and running a hand through her hair tiredly, she entered the bedroom, stripping down to her bra and panties and collapsing onto the bed. Yawning, she closed her eyes and quickly fell into a light sleep.
Kidou arrived at Kurenai's house; he stepped out of the cab with two bags and walked toward her door. He knew she would be home, having asked a few of her classmates and work mates for her schedule. None of them thought it weird and gave it happily, people can be very trusting. He hopped up to the doorway and knocked lightly, after not receiving an answer he assumed she was either asleep or in the shower. Both were perfect for him; though one was better then the other of course.
He placed the bags down gently and took out his wallet; inside it was a set of tools not normally found in wallets. Metal tools of varied shapes and sizes, he pulled out too and knelt by the doors lock. After a few seconds the door opened smoothly and without a sound, as if unlocked the whole time. Kidou quietly stepped in with his bags and set them down in the kitchen, after a quick scan of the house he laid eyes upon the sleeping Kurenai. "An angel even if half naked in bed." He kisses her gently on the forehead and gets to work on his devious plan, of making her dinner.
Kurenai, always the light sleeper, soon found her eyes fluttering open. Inhaling deeply, she realized there was the smell of cooking coming from the kitchen. Her mind groggily registered the fact that she hadn't left anything on the stove, and as far as her knowledge was, she hadn't ordered cooking services or anything, so...that meant that someone had to be in her house. She shot up in bed, eyes growing wide. Well, if it was a murderer, she reasoned, they wouldn't exactly spend the time cooking dinner first...right? Quietly standing up, she threw on a black silk bathrobe over her shoulders, tying it in the middle, and grabbed a textbook from her bedside table. Unfortunately, she didn't own a gun or anything of the sort, but she figured that hitting someone over the head hard enough with the complete works and analization of William Shakespeare would stun them enough to grant her a few moments of time to get away. Creeping out of the door, she made her way slowly to the kitchen and spotted Kido. Sighing loudly in relief, she set down the textbook on the counter for a moment before the expression of relief was replaced with one of anger. “.... What are you doing in my house...?!"
Kidou was busy tasting his creation when the sound of an obviously frustrated and angry Kurenai grabbed his attention. He looked over to her, dressed in a mere bathrobe. It proved she bothered to get dressed stead of attacking him straight on. At least she was a clearheaded thinker. Grabbing a paper towel to clean his hands and mouth, he removed his apron and placed it on the table. "Well I assumed by the empty fridge and your oh so busy schedule that you hadn't had dinner. So I thought to myself, why drag her out again when I can just make her something to eat." He shrugged and smiled, like if it was an everyday thing to do. "I was thinking of making you breakfast but I wasn't in the mood for eggs or waffles or anything so I'm making dinner instead." He walked toward the grocery bags full of food and pulled out a bottle of wine, "This is for later of course." Setting it down on the table. "I knocked but you didn't answer, and the door was open so I let myself in. You must be very trusting to not lock your door."
"...The door was...open...?" she asked, looking off to the side and trying to remember if she had locked it or not. Usually she was very careful about that, but thinking back, she could barely remember anything before falling asleep. It was altogether possible that she'd simply forgotten to lock it. "I'm not trusting." she said, glaring and leaning on the counter. "I simply must have forgotten." She inhaled deeply again, noting that whatever he was cooking actually did smell really good, surprisingly. Why was he doing this? People didn't really do nice things for her most of the time; he probably had an ulterior motive. They always did. She'd just have to find it out, and enjoy the food in the meantime. "Thanks, though." she said softly, and with a bit of difficulty. "That's...nice."
Kidou gave her a slightly disapproving smirk. He went back to cooking and stirring. "Be careful you don't forget again though, you never know what strange or crazy people lurk out there. Your lucky I came by I guess." He finished a bit more of his preparations and turned to face Kurenai, looking her right in her sleepy eyes. Even frazzled and just woken up she was still lovely, so it was still a nice site. He poked her gently on the nose, "Doing this is more then nice. I bet you can't name one other guy who has done this for you. You'll really thank me after you try my food." He chuckled slightly, "Now then, where do you keep your plates?"
She waved his hand away with an annoyed look on her face. This guy was all about invading personal space, wasn't he? Still, the food did smell really nice, so she couldn't be too upset. Her stomach growled loudly and she looked embarrassed. "They're in there." she said, pointing to the cabinet where she kept most of her dishes. He was right, though, no one had ever cooked for her before, not even her mother. Growing up, her parents had both been obsessed with work, so she had had to make herself dinner most nights. She looked back over to the food. It was probably poisoned, or drugged. She wondered what her obituary would read as. It would probably be boring, she thought with a sigh.
Kidou sniffed the air, satisfied with what he created. He pulled out a single strand of the spaghetti he was making and tasted it, "Yep, perfect. Much like you." He smiled at Kurenai as he pulled the pot off the stove and emptied out the boiling water into the strainer he brought with him. It was better to bring your own then chance the other person having one. While he let it sit a bit after sifting the water out, he tasted his sauce. It was a recipe he looked up online a while ago, it always tasted good so he made it his own. "I'm certain you will love it, it isn't professional quality but beggars can't be choosers right?" He served her a plate as well as himself one. It wasn't the neatest of meals but a tasty one nevertheless. "Bon appetite mistress." He smiled at her as he took the first bite himself. He figured she would be suspicious of him drugging her with who knows what date-rape drug. "Wow, this taste better then the last time I made it. I guess the company you keep can make any meal better." He poured them each a cup of wine.
She sat down at the table, neatly placing a napkin on her lap (though it was still only her bathrobe that would get dirty regardless) and picking up her fork. She slowly spun the spaghetti around the fork, creating a neat little bundle and wrapping her lips around it. She chewed slowly for a moment, a look of contemplation on her face before she swallowed and spoke. "Not bad." she acknowledged, taking a small sip of her wine and working on spinning another spaghetti bundle.
Kidou raised an eyebrow at her, "Not bad? Well I'll accept that, it's better then throwing it out after all." He reached for the grocery bag and pulled a second bottle of wine, "This is for you keep, incase you went through the ones you stole already." He took another bite of his dish and smiled. "So, how was class and work today sweetie?" Trying to look coy and innocent, it wasn't like they were a couple but that wouldn't stop Kidou from acting like they were.
"Stole?!" she glared at him, setting down her fork. "You know I got those bottles fair and square. You lost, you even admitted it." She picked up her fork and ate another bite of her food, chewing slowly again before answering his second question. "And they were just fine. And don't call me sweetie." She took a long sip of the wine, glad that her stomach was quieting down now that there was something actually in it.
"You are right, you did win round one. Tonight it's my chance to win round two though." He finished his cup and his food, faster then he thought but hey he was hungry too. "So tell me, why don't you have a nice young man, like me, to go home to anyway?" He smiled widely, "Especially with amazing guys like me around. I mean, I know you probably beat them off with a stick, but you have to let one get through eventually. A nice one, who is confident and can cook." He winked at her.
She was quiet for a moment, seeming almost to ignore him as she quietly finished her plate, wiping her mouth delicately on her napkin and setting it down beside her empty plate. She considered his question. Truth be told, she'd had a few boyfriends in her past, but nothing that had ever lasted very long. She was never quite sure how to express her emotions, and came across as cold and distant, and this frustrated most of them who attempted to get close to her. The rest were usually only after one thing, and obviously didn't mind how cold and distant she was as long as they got theirs. There had never seemed to be a balance. Shrugging, she sipped at her wine. "I don't know. I don't really have any interest in things like that." she responded, a half-truth. It was true that she wasn't exactly beating down men's doors in an attempt at some kind of relationship, but she wasn't wholly uninterested, either.
Kidou understood where she came from, just from those few words but thought it funny to tease her anyway. "Not interested in those things? Oh my mistake, I didn't realize you batted for the other team." He held back from laughing as best he could. Honestly, relationships have never been kidou's field of expertise; he was more of a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy. He had way more one-night stands then he did actual relationships. He usually lost interest in a girl after getting his way; the feeling that the next girl would be different was what always drove him to keep trying. "If that is your preference, I think I know some nice girls too."
She rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant, but you men are all the same. Simply because a women isn't falling all over herself attempting to get into bed with you, she's automatically a lesbian." Not that Kurenai was the straightest arrow in the bunch, but that was beside the point. She took another sip of her wine and finished off the glass, standing up and beginning to clear the plates. "Now. I thank you for being so nice as to do this for me, but you should really be going now, don't you think?" she asked in a bit of an annoyed voice as she started rinsing off the plates. Somehow he'd hit a nerve.
Kidou walked up behind Kurenai, invading her personal space like usual. "I know that isn't what you meant, I just like to tease." He wrapped his arms around her, like husband would his wife as she cleaned the plates. "Though, as long as the thought is out there. Maybe you should prove you like men to me, there is one very easy way to do that you know." The last words whispered into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her tighter. "I don't see why I should leave now though, the night is still young. Plus, there is also dessert!"
This guy really had no problem invading personal space, did he? Kurenai knew exactly what he meant, but she tried to pretend like she didn't. She wasn't going to play into his game. "I don't have to prove anything to you." she said as she finished cleaning the plates and set them on the counter to dry. "And, obviously, you've seen my fridge, unless you bought something, there isn't anything for dessert."
Kidou decided to bug her further and follow her, staying right behind her like they were attached at the hip. "You sure about that? You could prove plenty." He kissed her neck and moved away before she could do anything, then heading into his grocery bags and pulling out a can of whipped cream. "See? Dessert. We just need something, or someone to put it on." He chuckled slightly; he loved to push buttons just to see how people reacted.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and grabbed the can of whipped cream from him, shaking it up in one hand as she stood with her other hand on her hip. "Ah, yes, we just need someone to put it on." she repeated his words, moving the neckline of her bathrobe down slightly and acting as if she was about to spray some out on her chest before she suddenly stuck the can in his face, spraying it all over and glaring.
Kidou stared at Kurenai, hoping she would give in tonight and go along with things. Disappointment and a small bout of laughter set in as his face turned white with whipped cream. He smiled, face barely visible behind a foamy wall of white. He licked his lips, "It's good, and you should try some." He rushed toward her to hug her and kiss her, hoping to smush his white face into hers as payback. One hand trying to grab the can back too.
Kurenai made a sound of protest, but it was lodged deep in her throat as Kidou kissed her. As she felt his hand attempt to grab the can back, she threw it to the ground, placing both hands on his chest and pushing away, breaking the kiss, but realizing that some of the whipped cream had transferred onto her face and hair. Great. That plan had backfired. "Ugh, great..." she muttered, wiping at her lips with the back of her hand.
Kidou laughed, his hands on his hips as he posed. "Victory for me, not just because of the whipped cream, but also because I managed to get a kiss too." He swiped his finger on his face and tasted the cream off of it. "Might I add, you have very nice lips mistress." He smirked as he walked toward the can and picked it up.
He began shaking the can, "You know, white is a very good color on you. Maybe we should see how more white looks on you." He began walking towards her; all of his intent was to spray the whipped cream on her body under the robe.
Kurenai began backing up; fully aware she was now on the defensive. Damnit. She glared at him as she realized she had been backed into a wall. "Stop. You wouldn't dare." she said, though she was quite certain that he would, in fact, dare.
Kidou smiled evilly, shaking the can in his hand. "Oh, don't worry. It won't hurt." He pounced toward her and made sure she was stuck in her corner. He pulled slightly on her bathrobe, enough to expose her bra and bare skin. He then placed the can close to her body and sprayed it all over her chest, stomach and bra. Her white skin was coated with a layer of foam. Kidou began laughing and backing away, trying to get a full view of the chaos he caused. He made a V shape with his hand, "Guess I win this round, huh?"
"Not quite." she said coldly, still glaring. Annoyed at getting wrapped up in this immature whipped cream battle, she still wasn't going to let him think he 'won' so easily, so she decided to use the same tactic he did, and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his midsection and pressing her chest to him, wiping off most of the whipped cream onto him. Letting go, she stepped back and smirked, imitating his V sign. "Guess it's a draw now, huh?"
Kidou looked down at the mess on his clothes, then up at a semi-naked Kurenai covered in whipped cream. A tie? Hardly, but he'll let it slide. "Yeah, it seems so. All I got was a night out with you and to see you covered in whipped cream. I guess getting me covered evens that out." He smiled wide and bowed. "Round three will be all me though." He looked her up and down, "I guess we both need to clean up now, would you prefer to shower together or lick each other clean?"
She glared, balling her hands into fists at her side. "I will be showering, but it will be with you out of my apartment and far away." she said evenly, running a hand through her hair that was now coated in whipped cream. That would take awhile to get out. Talk about leave-in conditioner.
Kidou faked a sad expression on his face, trying to pull off puppy dog eyes. "So mean, where is the love?" He went for another hug, knowing full well she wouldn't let him. "At least give me a good bye hug and kiss."
"Oh, okay, sweetie!" she said in a fakely cute voice, acting like she was going in for the hug, but instead punched him hard in the stomach when she got close enough. "Get. Out."
Kidou smiled, as she seemed to accept only to be met with a punch to the tummy. It wasn't extremely painful or anything, but he liked hamming it up anyway. "Ow, the pain." She swung hard for a girl though, and catching him off guard only made it worse for him. "Fine, no loving... for tonight." Kidou hopped up, acting like the blow did nothing to him. "I'll escort myself out then." He marched toward the door, turning back as he put his hand on the knob. "Oh, the grocery bags still have some stuff in them, so you can have breakfast and all. Can't let my mistress go hungry now can I?" He opened the door and proceeded to leave.