Shirts and Skins. [rp with leavemea_lone]

[webstunner]

Turns out May wasn't exaggerating when she said all her clean clothes were baggy. If "clean clothes" meant "amazingly oversized Spider-Girl shirt", that is... and not much else. So she wasn't kidding about the shirts and skins thing.

"Isamu?" She calls out, checking her PIN to make sure she has the coordinates right. ('Cause, wow, would it be

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[leavemea_lone]

'Skins' is quite possibly the most appropriate team name possible for someone with Isamu's body. Not that he was showing it off at the moment. Since he wasn't the sports type, May's reference had gone right over his head, about as far as her appearance went to his other -- yeah, let's stop there.

"Over here," he called out casually. Normally the co-ordinates he gave out were for his bedroom, since that was where he hung out all the time, but since May was sort of skittish, he'd used the lounge down the hall from where he slept.

"Huh," he remarked, giving her a slow looking-over. "I didn't think you were serious." As such, he wasn't wearing anything more interesting than skinny-emo-boy jeans and a black shirt that covered the length of his arms.

[webstunner]

"Of course I was serious," May grins. "We're going to play ball, right?"

She's started to feel a little underdressed, though! Augh. Witness her blush. "But yeah, I thought I'd take this metaphor a... little too far, maybe, now that I'm thinking about it." 'Cause she's convinced she looks like a total dork (or desperate) now, standing in Isamu's lounge wearing a giant T-Shirt (and, for the record, workout shorts).

She shrugs. "Oh well. Can't say this is the first time I've shown up somewhere underdressed."

[leavemea_lone]

"Personally," Isamu said slowly as he stands up from where he'd been texting her, "I think you're overdressed."

He crosses the floor with a serious expression, directed at that cute pink tinge on May's cheeks. As proof that she looks neither dorky or desperate, Isamu puts his arms loosely around her waist, saying nothing.

[webstunner]

"You're right." May laughs, nervously, but doesn't move Isamu's hands away. "'Cause... big bulky shirt, that covers stuff, so... totally overdressed."

Some time during the spouting of that line, her hands found themselves pressing against his lower back. "Sorry, I'm usually a lot better at the witty banter. Guess I'm getting a little distracted."

[leavemea_lone]

At last, Isamu drew back. His skin was without the usual blush of arousal, but his lips pouted a bit more. He looked at May's expression, the private face that isn't seen by all that many people. Damn, she looks good...

He pulled her body close. Speaking in a hushed voice, Isamu said, "I could do this all day...but just being near you is killing my patience. Lie down."

[webstunner]

It doesn't take May long to get the hint. "Like this?" She smiles, looking up at him from the bed. It's a little weird to do with a guy who isn't showing the usual signs - but she can live with it. Isamu's cute when he's like this. (Okay, he's just cute, but especially like this.)

"I mean, if you want to just stare, I guess you can. It's good for my ego! But kinda boring."

[leavemea_lone]

"Who said anything about staring?" Isamu knelt, and roughly pulled May towards him by grasping her thighs. Normally that wouldn't really work (emo-boy strength!) but he could, now.

With no hesitation or a 'please-can-I', Isamu leaned forward and licked her from top to bottom. More accurately, from her bottom to... Mmm May-flavoured.

[webstunner]

"!"

Okay, you can't really vocalize punctuation, but if anyone could May did it just then. (For the record, It sounds a lot like a gasp or maybe a surprised moan.) "Hey, you were- uhmm - staring... a little..."

Yeah, absolutely nothing will stop May from trying to tease Isamu even if due to a tragic failure of brain-working, she couldn't really do it right now.