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I can’t seem to stop bouncing my leg. My hands fold in my lap, and I can feel myself literally twiddling my thumbs. Even for someone as normal as I am, I know I decidedly look abnormally nervous for someone sitting on the couch watching TV. You know, something people do to relax.
My only saving grace is Toriko is way too into this show about people building giant Lego creations to look over at me, for once.
Toriko…
I glance at her, biting my lip. In the dim orange light of the lamp on her side table, she looks especially beautiful, her head propped up on an elbow on the couch arm, hair falling across her shoulder…. Oh, who am I kidding? She’s always especially beautiful, damn it.
She idly licks her lips, and my eyes snap to the motion. Suddenly, the question that’s been gnawing on my mind all evening is burning, clawing at my throat like a beast at its cage bars.
Ugh. I’ve been wanting to ask, and I can’t stop thinking about it. Don’t ask me why I decided today, now, of all the most random times, is the time my brain screams to do it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just… I just really want to.
“Toriko,” I say before I can second guess myself.
“Hmmm?” Toriko turns her head, her eyes meeting mine, and… oh, I can’t look at her. My eyes swing towards the TV like a hammer.
“This is going to sound random, but I want to, um…Do you want to, uh…try kissing again? W-With me?” I somehow manage to stutter out like an idiot. Oh no, I did it. It’s out there.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Toriko suddenly sit up ram-rod straight. At this, I can’t help but look over at her.
To say she looks shocked is an understatement. Her eyes bug out, face red, and for a moment she’s just speechless. How awkward…!
She glances over at the TV, and she honestly looks like she’s starting to bluescreen. Don’t tell me you would turn down kissing me to watch Legos, Toriko! I know you! Right? She wouldn’t say no, right? I hadn’t factored in ‘no’ to this plan.
Just as I’m about to start panicking, her brain seems to reboot from whatever terminal error had just occurred, and her face breaks out into a big, bashful grin. “Oh, gosh, Sorawo… Of course! Yes! Always!”
She starts scooting towards me, and, oh, whoa, whoa. She’s moving fast! I hadn’t gotten out the second part of what I wanted to say yet.
I throw up a hand between us to stop her, palm splayed out in the universal gesture of hold it right there!
Toriko stops immediately, looks at me with abject confusion and hope, like a puppy being told ‘stay’ right in front of a treat. Be strong, me…!
“I want to try this, but…” I speak slowly — I really need Toriko to understand this — “I want it to be on my terms. My pace. You don’t set the pace; I set the pace. Okay?”
I start to tremble a little from nerves — is this too harsh? I’d never slashed a line in the sand with Toriko like this before. But, it feels important.
For her part, Toriko’s eyebrows shoot up, clearly not expecting this. She seems to recover fast, though. I anxiously watch every shift in her expression. My heart only rests when I see her smile.
It’s an awkward, shy smile, like she’s suddenly on the backfoot. “Um…! Okay! Sure, hahaha! W-Well, then have at thee!”
Oh, Toriko, why do you have to turn into such an awkward goof at the worst moments? She’s so lame, who says that?
“Well, okay… h-here I go, then.” I say, awkwardly. Super awkward. Oh, no, I’m just as lame about this. Ugh, why am I like this?
Well, lame or not, the ball’s in my court now.
Very hesitantly, creaking like a rusted automata, I shift a little closer to her, until our shoulders almost touch. Just feeling the warmth of having her near me makes my heart pound. I haven’t even touched her yet; that’s just how powerful her aura of beauty is. Excitement and fear from that power wrestle each other in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
Toriko, for her part, sits unusually still, stiff as a board, her entire face the picture of anticipation. Her breath audibly quickens. She stares at me so intensely that it’s completely unbearable. I start to lose my nerve looking into those stupidly soft, gorgeous eyes of hers.
“You’re supposed to close your eyes, you know…” I choke out, my voice barely above a murmur.
Toriko makes a strangled high-pitched sound that I can’t tell whether or not it’s a squeak or a giggle. “R-Right!” Her eyes squeeze shut obediently.
She’s so eager and so nervous that it’s both adorable and frustrating, because if she’s nervous and I’m nervous then our nervous energy is only going to compound itself until one of us explodes and dies and it’s probably going to me. Oh, gosh. I’m going to kiss Toriko. Who came up with this idea??
Ugh, I did, it’s me, I wanted to, so stop freaking out, me!
I swallow hard. I steel myself — come on. This fear, this feeling, this is why I wanted to do this — I hate that I’m like this. I hate that I want this, but I’m still so scared of it. I wanted to change that, for both myself and for Toriko. And Toriko is being so sweet right now. Patient, listening to me, she’s being such a good girl. I don’t have anything to be afraid of.
With that final push from myself, I place my hand on Toriko’s shoulder for balance. I feel her jump a little, which almost makes me jump, but I just barely suppress it. If we’re both nervous, then I just have to be brave for both of us, right?
I scoot closer to her, until our hips and shoulders touch, and she’s so warm it makes me dizzy. At this distance, I can feel her breath dance across my face, rattling slightly. My eyes drift to those plush, pink lips of hers, and my thoughts go blank.
Toriko’s throat bobbing from her swallowing hard snaps me back to attention — right, right, right. Kiss. Kissing her. I can do that. I feel like I’m about to faint.
Ugh, just kiss her!
My grip on her shoulder tightens. I slam my own eyes shut as I jerk my head forward.
Our lips mash together a little too hard. I quickly ease up, but oh, wow. It’s hard to think straight. I know I think this every time, but her lips… really are just impossibly soft. And warm. It’s like if I just fell into a squishy, fluffy cloud — a taste of heaven.
I’d never had the time to appreciate it before with Toriko’s previous clumsy, fast attempts at kissing me. But now, with Toriko being patient and finally still, I can savor it to my heart’s content. Take time to get used to it… oh who, am I kidding? I’d definitely never get used to this. Wow.
I move my lips against hers, a little awkwardly, a little unsure — I’d never really tried kissing back before. I have no clue what I’m doing, but my lips sliding against hers feels a little nice in a way that makes me all warm and fluttery, so I think I'm doing it right. Right? ….Toriko?
That’s when I notice it. I’m not kissing her back — she’s not kissing me back. My lips move against her, but hers remain limp and unresponsive. The kiss had been nice, but once I realized that, I couldn't help but feel unsatisfied. Is that wrong of me?
I move my hand from her shoulder to her jaw, hoping I can coax a response from her.
But, as soon my fingers touch the soft skin of her cheek, I instantly feel this tight cord of tension in her jaw, like she’s straining herself. What gives?
Is this how Toriko had felt kissing me all those other times? Kissing someone without them kissing back feels like I've just held up my hand for a high five and Toriko just walked past me.
At this, I finally move back, separating our lips. Toriko’s eyes open, and she looks startled by the glare on my face. Seriously…
“Why are you suddenly a bad kisser?” I huff out. I’d worked up all this nerve, and she chooses now not to kiss me back?
Toriko’s face screws up like I’d just made her swallow a lemon. “You’re so difficult…”
“What?!” Me? Difficult? Says the woman who is the biggest headache in my life?
Before I can start, though, Toriko continues, eyes averted. “You told me not to move…”
She bites her lip, and she suddenly looks terribly shy and uncertain in a way I’m not used to from Toriko. She always charges ahead with these things without thinking about it, so I’d never expected to see her giving me that face about this.
It gives me pause. Is Toriko really okay with this after all? Maybe for once, I’m the one who had charged past Toriko’s comfort zone. The thought makes me feel terrible.
“Is this still okay?” I ask, stroking my thumb across her cheek. I feel the tension in her jaw instantly unwind under the caress.
“Of course it’s okay. More than okay. Very very okay! I just, I want to be considerate of you, and, I don’t know…” Toriko meets my eyes then, and oh, no. Her eyes are just like a puppy’s. Oh no.
All at once, I can feel myself softening. I can’t be mad. “Toriko, I’m inviting you to touch me. I didn’t say don’t move. I just meant don’t do more than I do. Okay? Really, it’s okay.”
Toriko’s eyes burn into mine the moment I say inviting you. It’s then that I realize that her hesitation isn’t born from discomfort, or shyness — it’s greed. Pure, hungry greed. She wants to know just how much she can devour me before I say enough.
My cheeks burn at the realization — whoa. The thought makes my heart pound, but it feels… good. Exciting, even. I don’t feel afraid. That rapid shift from puppy to starving hound would normally frighten me, but with Toriko, sweet and restrained like this at my command, it feels okay. I feel safe.
Toriko’s hand slides across my neck to cup the back of my neck, her fingers curling into my hair as she moves closer.
“Tell me if I’m being too much,” she says, low and throaty and breathless. Her words make me shudder. I had never found her voice so… hot before. It’s so captivating I lose my train of thought.
“T-That was the plan.” My voice comes out as a croak as Toriko closes the distance between us. My mind starts to race and blank in equal measure before I snap back to myself. Wait. Wait. Wait!
I put a hand to her chest to stop her. “D-Didn’t I say I get to kiss first? Don’t do more than I do?”
Toriko stops centimeters from my face, blushing and wide-eyed, like she’d only just caught herself. “R-Right! Right. Sorry, sorry. Go on, then.” She squeezes her eyes shut, and a thin, squeaky giggle chokes out of her throat.
“Jeez…” I huff out. That only makes Toriko giggle more, sounding even more unhinged and strained. Oh, no. She’s having one of her nervous giggle fits. “Stop giggling. I can’t kiss you if you’re laughing like a hyena.”
“S-Sorry! I just, wow. Kissing! You and me! Us! Aha!” Toriko gives me this wobbly, lip biting smile like she’s two seconds from losing it. Hey, now…
“If you start freaking out, I’m going to freak out,” I complain. Seriously, Toriko, why are you such a crackhead? You want to kiss me!
“I’m not freaking out! I’m great! I just, gosh. I hope I’m not actually a bad kisser, I meanmmphh—?!”
I can’t take it, so I race forward to shut her up with a kiss before we both lose our nerve. Our noses knock together clumsily as my lips smear hard across the corner of her mouth, halfway missing their mark. Jeez, and you’re worried about being a bad kisser…
I’m so thrown off by my blunder that I freeze up. Ah, oh no, what to do.
Toriko comes to my rescue, gently tilting my head with her hand until our lips slot together. Her lips are just as soft, just as warm, just as beautiful… No, I’m never getting used to this. Our lips fit together perfectly, and I don’t know how to describe it other than it just feels right.
Hesitantly, I move my lips against hers, testing the waters. A shock runs through me when Toriko kisses me back. Holy shit.
She keeps her motions soft, careful, matching my awkward hesitated motions pace for pace as we move together. She’s doing exactly what I asked, but every brush of her lips makes me shudder and feel weak. My hand on her jaw tightens like I’m holding on for dear life as I sigh against her lips and melt. Oh my god.
I break the kiss and bury my face into Toriko’s neck like I’m on fire and her shoulder is water, wheezing for breath. “Wow. Wow. That’s, that’s wow.” I’m incoherent.
“Sorawo?” Toriko’s arms come around to hold me, but she sounds confused, and a little worried. I giggle maniacally.
“Don’t worry! I’m fine. Just! Wow! Need a moment.” Did Toriko break me? I think she broke me? Is this normal? Am I dying?
Toriko laughs. “We only kissed for thirty seconds…”
Thirty seconds?! No way! That was thirty minutes, wasn’t it? It had felt like time itself stopped. Does kissing have some kind of supernatural time warping power?
I take deep breaths to calm myself down, still shuddering a little. Part of me feels like squealing for some reason? I’ve definitely gone insane.
Toriko takes my weird little breakdown in stride, holding me close and sitting there patiently. She nuzzles her nose into my hair, and I can feel those bewitching lips now smiling dumbly against my scalp.
“I thought it was awesome, too,” she sighs happily. We’re in agreement there.
A couple minutes pass between us as I slowly relax and just sink into her side — it’s kind of nice being hugged. I don’t think I’ve ever honestly let myself think that before. Something about doing this with Toriko is lowering my inhibitions, and it would honestly be frightening if it didn’t feel so nice. Actually, no, it’s still a little frightening. Nice things can definitely still be scary.
Toriko strokes my back idly, keeping me centered. Eventually, she speaks up.. “So…. Captain, may I request an encore?” She just can’t help herself, can she? But also, really?
“Why are you suddenly calling me captain?” I complain. She’s so dorky!
“Well you did just declare yourself in charge of steering this ship, didn’t you?”
“What, so we’re pirates now?”
“Sure we arrrrrrrrrgh.” Toriko giggles.
That gets me to raise my head up to finally look at her in utter disbelief. She gives me the dumbest, stupidest, most brain-dead, absolutely goofy… charming goddamn smile in the universe. Only someone as beautiful as her could pull off saying something so utterly dumb. Only someone as beautiful as her could make me…
I grab her face and kiss her again without another word.
Toriko gasps against my lips, recoiling in surprise, but I chase her lips and hold her head in place. I’m not allowing escape. As soon as she recovers from her shock, I feel Toriko completely melt against me.
Her strong arms pull me in tighter, closer, our bodies flush, and her soft, beautiful lips kiss me back just as strongly and oh, oh, my head’s a mess and all I can feel or think about or want right now is her, her, everywhere, dominating all of my senses.
My hands fist tightly in her gorgeous hair, greedily destroying its perfection in my pursuit to devour her. Before I know it I’m kissing her so hard my whole jaw works frantically against her, and Toriko is doing the same. My heart feels like it might burst from how hard it pounds and burns and pumps fire down my veins.
Toriko nips my bottom lip, and my mouth falls open against her as I gasp in pleasure.
Oh, oh that’s good… For a moment, my thoughts just completely blank out.
Suddenly, before I’ve even recovered, something solid and wet pushes into my open mouth. A stroke of lightning lances through me. I twist my head away in shock, gasping for breath. That had been her tongue!
Toriko pants hard against the side of my face, lips against my skin, her hot breath spilling onto my cheek. “Too much?”
“No…No, I like it,” I pant out, my voice low and throaty. Toriko’s grip tightens on me as I can feel her wheeze out a strained breath, the kind of sound an animal makes that’s barely held back from going wild. It’s so deeply sexy that I don’t even have to think about it. I just grab her and kiss her again.
Toriko responds enthusiastically, and I open my mouth so she can slip her tongue in again. It slides against mine like a stroke of fire. God… A moan tumbles from my lips. I’m so enraptured I don’t even have it in me to be embarrassed.
My hands slip from her hair to fall onto her shoulders, just to hold onto something solid, nails digging into her back as we kiss passionately. Toriko doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, she just pulls me in even closer, our breasts pressing together. I feel like I’m drowning in her, but I don’t want air. I just want her.
She must be thinking the same things, because all at once, Toriko shoves into me, and I find myself tumbling backwards onto the couch. For a moment our lips separate as my head hits the throw pillow. I only have a brief moment to stare at Toriko’s strikingly beautiful face — her flushed cheeks, her half-lidded eyes, her mussed hair that falls over me like a curtain — before she descends on me like a predator.
Her lips swiftly recapture mine and she’s rough, her teeth scraping against my lips, her arms squeezing my body tight to her, her weight heavy on my chest. I start to feel dizzy. I’m so overwhelmed with the feeling of her body, her heat, her lips, her tongue, her hands against my back, her…
Before I can register what I’m doing, my hands push against her chest, shoving her back. I turn my face away, wheezing for breath.
“S-Sorawo?” Toriko leans over me on her elbows, blinking in surprise and concern.
“I…I didn’t say you could get on top of me…” I gasp out, still trying to catch my breath. I’d liked everything so far, but that… that really had been a little too much too fast for me. Toriko seems to realize this too, because she suddenly looks regretful.
“I’m sorry! Agh, I got too ahead of myself… I didn’t mean to race past you like that.” Toriko sighs. “I just wanted to be closer to you.”
Her eyes are so soft, and she looks exactly like the image of a sad puppy who’s just been reproached. I don’t have it in me to be mad. To be honest, I’ve come to expect this from Toriko. She wags her tail too hard and jumps on you in excitement even when she’s trying to be a good girl for you. That’s just how she is.
“It’s okay. You, uh, you wanted to lay down and kiss?” I ask, blushing a little at my own question.
“Yes, but if it’s too much that’s fine, I shouldn’t have assumed…” Toriko starts to push herself up off of me.
Immediately, I feel a sense of loss. I don’t want that. I don’t want Toriko to be even a little apart from me right now. It might only be inches, but it feels like miles. She can’t just make a mess of me and sit back up and away like that…!
“Wait, wait…” I grab her arm to stop her. “I… I don’t mind laying together.”
“You don’t?” Toriko tilts her head at me a little. Ugh, I’m so mad at how cute she looks right now. Who gave her the right?
“Yea, it’s fine… but, um.” I’m struck with awkwardness at having to use words for this. “It would be better for me if you… laid back.”
“Oh! Like it would feel better if we switched?” Toriko asks. She says it so easily it makes me pout.
I feel too vulnerable like this, and it’s getting a little unbearable. I sit up and grab her shoulders, pushing her back. “Yes, now stop looking at me like that.”
Toriko lets herself fall back into the cushions easily, still with that terribly cute face. “Like what?”
I climb over her and get settled, feeling more at ease already at a position with more control. “Like… Like you’ll do whatever I want.”
Toriko just smiles at me, so sweetly it makes me ache. “I would, though.” She bites her lip as she looks at me, and my eyes are immediately drawn to it. Her lips are pink and wet and shining from all our kissing, so soft and full and it occurs to me they haven’t been kissed nearly enough. Not until they’re bruised.
I descend on her without another word, my lips reclaiming hers like it’s been eons since they last parted. Toriko’s arms come around me to hold me close, but I notice she keeps her grip loose, her hands stroking my back softly.
I can’t help but melt at her consideration. She’s so sweet to me. Really, what did I ever do to deserve her?
It makes me slow down, struck with the urge to just savor her. I let our lips just brush each other softly in long drags, occasionally swiping my tongue across her lip. Toriko sighs against my lips and matches me, her transparent hand brushing through my hair.
Having Toriko underneath me like this, her hands on me, being so gentle, with her mouth so soft… I could see the appeal in why Toriko had wanted to lay with me like this. My whole body feels warm, not just from the smoldering heat of our kissing but from her body heat against me, our legs tangled together against the cushions. Her stomach and chest are soft to lay on, and her arms make me feel safe.
I never realized physical touch could feel so good. I never let myself. I never just… fell into this and trusted Toriko to hold me steady.
One of my hands comes up to stroke her jaw tenderly, my calloused thumb running across the infinite softness of her perfect cheek. It’s like touching a sculpture in a museum.
Toriko lets out a breath and I feel her eyelashes flutter against my cheek, clearly very affected. Something swoops low in my stomach, enjoying that reaction. An idle part of my brain wonders if I could get more out of her. I press my tongue against her lips, and they part with zero resistance, allowing me inside.
Toriko whimpers when I slide my tongue in her mouth, her grip slacking on me as if I’d made her go weak. I take my time with her, swirling it around her mouth in an exploratory fashion, running it across her teeth… ugh, she even had perfect teeth.
I find myself loving the warm, wet feel of her mouth. It feels cozy, like I could curl up and fall asleep inside of it. I pull back to suck on her lower lip, and Toriko shudders underneath me. Ah… I love making her do that too. Has she always been this easy? Hm.
I’m so wrapped up in kissing her that I don’t notice it at first, but at some point Toriko’s hands shift down to the hem of my shirt. It’s only when I feel those sneaky hands on my bare skin sliding up my sides that I startle, pulling back to glare at her.
Toriko’s hands still, giving me a sheepish smile, caught red-handed. “Hi.”
Does she think she can get away with this by looking so adorable?
“You’re terrible at following instructions,” I huff out, my voice dropping almost flirtily despite myself. Toriko blushes with a lip-biting smile, her eyes crinkling warmly as she looks at me with this utterly helpless little twinkle in her eye.
“I just can’t help myself,” she giggles. That’s a face with no remorse, alright.
It’s here I realize I’ve let her get away with far too much — she’s become spoiled. Clearly, I haven’t disciplined her enough.
I shift my weight up into a kneel above her. My hands grab her wrists, forcibly lifting them off of my stomach and pinning them above her head in one motion. I gather both of her wrists into one of my hands, leaving my other free to grip her hip, keeping her firmly in place.
“If you can’t help yourself, then I’ll just have to help you learn to behave,” I say, my voice lowering even further to a dark husk that I hadn’t realized I was even capable of.
Toriko’s eyes widen, staring at me completely speechless for once. At this point, she’s turned bright red, her beautiful face flushed right up to the hot red tips of her ears and down her neck. I’ve never thought this before when looking at her, but looking at her now, she looks… delicious. Like a little rabbit squirming under my claws. It’s fascinating, and I can’t look away.
The air crackles between us. Toriko swallows hard. My eyes follow the motion, the way her throat bobs thickly — even that captivates me.
A bead of sweat drips down her neck, and now I’m the one who can’t help myself.
My head dips down to lap it up with my tongue, dragging across her skin. Toriko whimpers, shudders, helpless underneath me as I savor her sweet taste. She tries to squirm, but I sink my teeth into her. Toriko throws her head back with a gasp, baring her whole neck for me to claim. I take the invitation eagerly, kissing and nipping my way up her shuddering throat. I want to find her sensitive spots…
I suck at a spot under her chin and Toriko moans. “Sorawo…”
Her voice vibrates against my lips. I can physically feel the passionate way she says my name, dripping down like lava to pool hotly in my stomach. I really want her to say it like that again. I feel possessed. It’s like a craving that swallows me up from the inside, and I’m helpless to stop it.
I drag teeth and tongue down her neck in a slow, raking motion before biting hard into her shoulder, making her buck underneath me with a loud whine. I have to tighten my grip on her to hold her in place, keep her from escaping. Can’t have that. After all, I’m really enjoying this. For all the times Toriko teased me and made me flustered, now I can put her in her place and show her how it feels. A taste of her own medicine. It’s what she deserves for being cheeky with me.
In all honesty, I probably get carried away. Every inch of her calls out to me. Her quivering, soft skin begs to be kissed and touched and tortured with my mouth.
I can’t help myself, I really just can’t. I’m a hypocrite, and I just don’t care.
I’m relentless; I’m methodical. I kiss and suck every part of her neck my lips can reach.
I leave so many marks you might think she’d been mauled. In a way, she has. I just feel addicted to her sweet noises. She’s shaking underneath me, her chest heaving in heavy breaths as I suck a deep bruise directly into her sensitive throat.
On a whim, I finally let go of her wrists, just to see what she’ll do. It’s an invitation. I’m feeling wild.
Immediately, Toriko’s hands fly down to yank me into a fierce kiss. Her grip is desperate, nails biting into my back, but strangely, I welcome the pain. In return, I tangle my hands in her hair, dragging her even closer as our tongues collide messily. It’s a sloppy, inelegant kiss, a bit of drool smearing on our chins, but it’s almost scary how much I don’t care. How much I like it, how much I just can’t get enough.
Her heart pounds against mine, our pulses racing together, and I don’t want it to stop. Right now, I think I would even welcome Toriko pulling my hair and biting me. I shudder in excitement against her at the very thought.
But Toriko, for her part, just pours everything into kissing me and holding me tight, and that’s fine too. Instead of swallowing me up, she just tangles us together and doesn’t let go.
We break apart to gasp out desperate breaths, and I only catch a glimpse of her eyes, heavy and dilated and utterly enchanting, before she’s pulling me back under to lock lips once again. She even whimpers when I nip her lip. Gosh, I love that sound…
Eventually, I break the kiss again and turn my head into her shoulder, panting hard — this time I really need to catch my breath. Toriko clumsily tries to leave a few wet kisses along my cheek and ear, still chasing that thrill, but eventually even she drops her head back into the pillow to just breathe. Whew.
I wiggle a little in her arms, shifting my head down to rest against her heaving chest. Toriko drops her chin on top of my head, and I feel my eyes flutter shut in happiness as I listen to the pounding of her heart. Possessed with a sudden urge, I reach behind me to grab one of her wrists from my back, feeling the rapid pulse in her vein there too.
Toriko knows what I’m doing, too, because she chuffs, exactly like a dog. “Sorawo…” She’s too out of breath to say much else, but I know she’s complaining. Hehe.
I smile against her chest. “Your heart’s going so fast.”
“So… is yours…” she huffs out, shaking my grip off to bring her arm around me again and squeezing me close. Well, she had me there. I just breathe out a happy sigh and wiggle my own arms under her to hold her close. Have we ever cuddled like this before? I don’t think we have. Why didn’t we? I never knew she could be so warm…
We rest like that for a while, catching our breath and letting ourselves settle down. Toriko’s thumb rubs my back soothingly, the motion idle and thoughtless. I just enjoy her warmth and let my thoughts go comfortably blank for once.
After some time, I feel Toriko’s chin shift on top of my head, her head tilting towards the TV. She takes a hand off my back to reach her arm out, fumbling for the remote on the coffee table and clumsily trying to click a few buttons.
I crack an eye open, feeling a spike of irritation. “Don’t tell me after all this, you’re just going to go back to watching Legos.” The nerve of this woman—
Toriko sputters. “No, no, no, I’m just trying to turn it off because I don’t want spoilers.”
Both my eyes open to squint blearily at the screen — it’s most of the way through the next episode, and we’d barely started the last one. But, I mean, does that really matter…? “There are spoilers in a Lego competition?”
“Yes,” Toriko says, with bewildering certainty. She has such weird hobbies, I don’t get her sometimes…
She keeps messing with the remote, clicking the wrong buttons and opening the wrong menus — she can’t see what she’s doing very well with me laying on top of her pinning her flat to the couch, but I have zero intention to move. In fact, it’s kind of annoying how much she’s bothering with this instead of paying attention to me. Really annoying.
I want to be her whole world right now. Everything else can wait.
I lift myself up and kiss her again, hard.
The remote clatters to the floor.