Statellites [cw]

After that little event with the Serpents, Mena had found her way to Tamotsu’s place. Not that she had been invited, but she had been curious where he and Hatsu had been while everything had gone down with the rivalling gang. Mainly because both brothers seemed to know just how to deescalate the situation when Helio and Elijah became too much, too angry or just too plain stubborn. Not that she would ever go against them, but she had never understood why they hadn’t just moved away and found something better and bigger to make their own.
But as she had been there for over an hour, having been able to pick the door, she started walking around his home; in her hand, she had a party horn, something she had found in her bag that she now used to play around with in her hands. But as she heard the door open, a sneaky grin formed on her lips, and she sprinted to the closet and hid between his clothes. Closing her eyes, she took in his scent, and for a moment, she forgot why she was even here in the first place.
For her little mischief, she had remembered to bring him a small offering, being one of the best cognac money could buy. She had of course stolen it, but it was the same thing, right?

Outfit Beaudox suit.

To Tamotsu, it was easy to find him. One just had to look for the best bars nearby. At least he had been sitting there for the night, sipping on a very boring wine. Even though he had sought the bars thin, he had yet been disappointed, but on the other hand, he would never let any liquor be wasted. So, he had been sipping on a whole bottle for himself, and first, when it had been emptied, he had turned back home. He of course hadn’t shared it with anyone, they could buy their own shitty wine.

When he got to the door, he found his keys, dropped them once before he got inside, and threw the keys on the counter beside him. He then walked over to his shoe shelf and got rid of his shoes, putting them beside some feminine sandals. He walked towards the fridge to find himself something to eat, but he didn’t even get to open the fridge before something hit him. He looked around the room, almost as if he was searching for something. His hand found the place where his tie was and slowly started to untie it. There was something that wasn’t right. With lazy steps he explored his home and ended up walking into his closet, having already unbuttoned his shirt completely and pulled it out of the pants. He placed the jacket on a hanger and moved closer to the clothing that had been hung up. Even though he knew something was up, he hadn’t even paid attention the smell of the siren, nor had he noticed that her shoes were downstairs. He pushed the clothing to side, only to stumble backward in surprise, “Mena!” he called for her.

She waited. Patiently. Which wasn’t one of her strong suits, but she could sit still for the perfect surprise and prank for hours without end. Especially if she just had her sketchbook to draw in. Her hands found her naked knees after pushing her dress a little up. She heard how he came upstairs, the clothing that was untucked and as soon as he pushed some of the clothing aside, she blew and the horn tooted and she got exactly the reaction that she had wished for. A joyous laugh left as she dropped the party horn and jumped out of clothes and with a bright smile she looked at him. “I perdido* you, ant for all the bars dere are in dis town, I got borret after I triet two of dem, so I just dought it woult be better to wait jhere” she hummed in her Spanish accent before taking his hand and pulled him along to the kitchen again; letting go of his hand she jumped on the counter top and grabbed the cognac she had brought for him. “dought you might like dis,” she said with a cheeky grin, only to pull it out of his reach if he went for it. “I woult like a payment”, she teased, letting her index finger tap her cheek.

*missed

She had always liked his calmness, even if some would blame it on the alcohol. But she had met many angry and violently people when they got a little too much; Tamotsu wasn’t one of them, at least not when she was around, even if he had the power and strength to end her life if he should wish for it. Almost as if a hare befriended a fox.
A slight pout was made as he asked if it wasn’t enough that she had to pay him back for spooking him. “But it was a bery expensibe ant. It was only a small prank”, she hummed almost as if he had hurt her feelings; now, she would lie if it didn’t awaken something when she felt how his hand slid further up her leg as he once again tried to get the flask. She twisted her body away. “not so fast,” she said, but as she got what she wanted, she cherished every moment of it, only leaning her head slightly toward him so his lips would end up dangerously close to her lips. “Better”, she poured as she rolled the r. With the use of the sound leaving her lips, she turned it toward the flasks lit and pulled it off. She took a sip of it, feeling how it burned with such a beautiful aroma on her tongue before she kissed him, still with the liquid inside her mouth. A girl had to use all the tricks in the book to get the man she wanted, now didn’t she?

She leaned into the kiss on her cheek, which was something he didn’t really mind; she got what she wanted and praised him for it, not that he needed the praise. He heard how the lid was removed and he moved away to take the flask, but his hand was left empty as the flask passed him, still in her hand and she out her own lips against the bottle to take a sip. He opened his mouth to sigh displeased, but she instead leaned in and kissed him. The hand that had been next to her thigh, found her jaw, gliding along with it until his fingers got underneath and intertwined with her hair. Greedily, his fingers closed around the roots of her hair and pulled her head a little back so she would open her mouth for him so he could get a taste of the cognac – not that his tongue didn’t invite for more than a taste, though his tongue removed itself from hers whenever he swallowed some of the liquor. The hand on her knee crossed between them and tried to reach for the flask.

She willingly opened her mouth and signed in the process, even if she knew it was pathetic, bribing a man to kiss her, knowing it wasn’t her kiss he hungered after but the taste of alcohol that was in her mouth. Even though she could feel the playfulness in his tongue that danced with hers, greedily she took all she could get; with the hand in her head, one would think she wouldn't notice how his hand left her leg and moved to get the bottle that was in her hand. But she heard everything, which was why she also knew what he was after. With a sigh, she pulled away and rolled her eyes. “Greedy man”, she hummed, a little displeased, and placed the bottle in his hand, so he could get what he was really after. With a wink, she untangled from his grip and got down from the counter. “Jhelio triet to get de new leaders of de serpents to gibe jhim jhis olt bar back didn’t go well”, she informed him as she grabbed her bag and placed it over her shoulders. “Dought you might wantet to know”, she added before turning to him before she would walk and get her sandals. “Do you know jhere JHatsu are?” she wondered; if Tamotsu weren’t going to be any fun, maybe his brother would give her more attention.

She pulled away which left him licking his lips. Cognac had spilled between their mouths and left some of it to run down his chin. “Sas you,” he mumbled and finally got the bottle. He made space for her so she could jump down from the counter, and he put the flask against his lips taking a sip of it, leaning his back against the counter. As the flask left his lips he sighed, pleased. “Damn zat’s good', Mena,” he mumbled a little out of breath from the greedy mouthful.
His brows furrowed as she spoke about how Helio had tried to get his old bar back. Idiot. He groaned underneath his breath and took a small sip this time. Cheers to the idiot. “Zank',” he almost whispered, “Now I know what' to deal with next' time I see him,” he mumbled and let his eyes find her. Was she leaving already? He put the flaks down, and turned towards her as she spoke about his brother. “He pobably doesn’t you to bothe him,” he replied and moved closer to her. Tamotsu took his time for everything, even if people believed that he was just being lazy, he was just doing things in a pace where he would be certain that he wasn’t screwing up. He let a hand slowly move some of her hair behind her ear while taking in her looks. “Dewn’t you zink' it’s be'te you stay here zan bothe him?” he wondered speaking ever so slowly.

He put his flask down. For a moment, she just stood there and blinked, almost not hearing how he thought about the matter of his brother not wanting her to bother him. It was first when he was so close that he could push some of her hair behind her ear that she ‘woke up’ and looked back up. Her eyes widened a little “are you sick?” she answered, placing her hand against his forehead, and as if his head had been burning hot (even though it hadn’t been), she pulled her hand away and shook it while she made a small tsh sound with her teeth. “Fine”, she hummed, and then moved from him “, but den I want some of dis” she joyfully laughed, grabbing the bottle and threw her handbag on the counter and started running around, taking small sips of the flask while she made small giggles and squeals as she jumped to get out of his reach.

She placed her hand on his forehead, almost as if she was taking his temperature. A small, humorous smile spread on his lips by the way she acted. Well, it was fair to think he must be sick since he put the flask down willingly and didn’t just hold it in his free hand when he moved around.
She moved away, and he slowly turned to look toward her. She wanted the cognac, “No,” he replied and started to follow her. Now even though he held his liquor very dear, he was more of a couch potato and rarely ran unless it was life or death. She started laughing, jumping around as if it was some kind of fun park. “Me-” he sighed as she jumped so easily away from him, “Mena,” he mumbled already tired of her game. He stretched himself a little further as he tried to get a hold of the flask. A short low laugh left him. “Stand still… Mena!” he continued to try to get the flask, almost growling her nickname. This time, he did more than one would think he would do, almost as if he turned it into a competition he wished to win. He actually made an effort out of it and grabbed her wrist pulling her toward him. As soon as they stood glued to each other, his arm wrapped around her, to make sure she wouldn’t slip out of his grip. He grabbed the arm that held onto the cognac, and let his hand run down her arm until he could reach the flask and take it from her. “Zat' was a dangerous game,” he mumbled to her with his eyes resting on hers. Those beautiful hazel eyes. He proceeded to take a sip of the cognac, but when the flask left his mouth, he leaned down to place a kiss between her cheekbone and the outer corner of her eye. “I believe I’ve paid too much fo zis if I’m going to share it with you too,” he mumbled. Between the lines, he might be asking for some kind of returned payment.

It wasn’t that she didn’t know that she could be too much, a little wild, and some would even use the word crazy. But she had learned that one should never try to shape yourself around how the majority thought one should behave and act, so she had instead found people that enjoyed her company, even if she could be tiring.
Slightly out of breath and laughing, she turned as his arms found her waist, her eyes found his dark brown, and her smile fell in strength; not that she seemed like she found this any less funny, but she could already feel the effects of the very potent alcohol in the flask she was holding. She didn’t try to keep it away from him again, closing her eyes as he placed a kiss by the corner of her eye, which only increased her heart rate at this point. Foolish that such a small gesture could get her heart to act like a teenage girl’s. “Oh? So, what do you want more? I’m sure I can get some goot tequila as well,” she hummed, keeping her eyes closed, waiting for his verdict of what he wanted her to pay him with.

He hummed thoughtfully as she spoke about tequila. Almost like a low growl. “Finding’ some in my cabinet’ does not’ count’,” he told her, not stepping away from how close he was to her. “And you are supposed to stay here, correct?” he said keeping his eyes on her. Maybe he was just putting the rules down for her, so she could play along however she wanted. “Zo huw are you going to do zat?” he spoke with a low and husky voice, having slouched down so he was more on eye level with her. “You got' two lifelines,” he continued, maybe getting a little to carried away in the game. “Call a fiend', ask ze audience,” he pointed at himself as being the audience. “Dew you want' to use a lifeline?” he spoke softly.

The siren made a pout when he told her that it didn’t count if she found the liquor in his cabinet when that was one idea come and gone. A smile, however found its way to her lips as he told her that she was supposed to stay here; she liked the sound of that, staying here.
A slight hum left her when he asked how she would do it. Then, her index finger tapped against her bottom lip while her eyes wandered toward the window; no, she didn’t really have any good ideas; none of her abilities could help her in this predicament that she found herself in.
“Only two?” she hummed, then let her hand fall as she looked at him for a moment. “Si, please tell me what you want,” she asked him, “or woult de audience, please tell me what I can do to pay you back”, she corrected herself with a slight smile forming over her plump lips.

He hummed back as she wanted confirmation about how she only had two lifelines. A laugh from the back of his throat formed as she asked what he wanted. He shook his head a little before she corrected it to him being the audience. What would the audience tell her to do? “Stay the night? Keep me company?” he softly let his index finger catch her chin. He took a greater breath in before he stepped away, slowly letting go of her chin. The flask found his mouth again for a big sip. “Dance?” he wondered, putting his arms out to the side. His free hand found a controller and a click later music started playing. “Sleep with-” he stopped himself for half a second, “Next to me?” he offered, giving her plenty of ways to even out the payment, even though he knew that some of it might be ‘paying’ for more than just sharing the bottle, so maybe he would open another bottle for them later – who knew?

An almost purring sound left her as he asked her to stay the night, keeping him company. She could do that; she would love to do that. She almost looked lost for a second as he stepped out of her personal space; it was almost like a coldness formed around her. Then her eyes widened as he told her to dance, the music started playing, and a sly smile formed on her lips. Even more so when he almost asked her to sleep with him. Even if he managed to correct himself and added the part about her sleeping next to him.  
“Fine”, she hummed, “I accept dese terms”, she added before her hands found her hips, and she slowly started to sway them to the music, dancing gracefully toward him, before she playfully guided him to sit down on the couch so she could dance for him.

He pulled on a short smile as she agreed to the terms. He took another sip of the flask and as he lowered it she was on her way toward him. Like any other siren, she danced so gracefully toward him. Now, it would be a lie if he did find her and her moves charming. He followed her as she walked around and pulled him to the living room. A little heavy on his backside he dumped into the couch, almost spilling some of the precious liquor. “Darn, Men-a,” he said shortly out of breath, clearing his throat a little. He shortly put the flask down to get another grip on it and handed it up towards her, “Don’t forget your share,” he mused, keeping his eyes on her and not the flask.

She couldn’t help but laugh when he clearly wasn’t happy about almost spilling some of the lovely drops of cognac. When he lifted it toward her, she took the flask and twirled around while taking a large sip of it, knowing there would be no way that she would ever be able to keep up with him; at least he then wouldn’t have to share that much.
When she was satisfied, she gently moved her dress up so she could sit across his lap, giving him back the bottle. Her hands found the braid that was holding back his hair, letting it fall down, where she then proceeded to let her fingers untangle any knots in it slowly. “I always lobet your jhair”, she whispered as she kept on playing with it, ever so gently.  

He watched how she swirled around; a soft pull made the corner of his mouth turn a little up. She lifted her dress up, and almost as if it came naturally, his gaze looked down at her dress, watching how she did so and placed a hand by her hip. He took the bottle as it was handed to him. It took his focus away from her. He was about to let the flask find his lips when she took his hair out of the band. He knew already that she was going to be pulling it out. And right he was, a second later his black-brown hair fell down his face, framing it. He lowered the flask and looked more directly at her. “I think I need a straw if I’m not going to drink you under the table,” he told her, raising his brows a little, even though, with the regeneration he had simply made it difficult for him to ever get ‘drunk enough’. He licked his teeth thoughtfully, “Do you love my hair more than your own?” he wondered, not really thinking about how he casually caressed her hip.

“I’m working on it; what is you say, cool your jets?” she purred as her fingers made sure to keep his hair away from his face and mouth, letting her fingers massage over his scalp as he asked if she liked his hair more than her own. “I can play with my own jhair ebery day; it isn’t de same”, she explained as she leaned a little away from his face so her eyes could follow the long strands of dark black hair that fell down as she let go. Still, with using the other hand, she made sure it didn’t fall into his eyes or by his mouth, giving him enough room and space to drink from the bottle she had given him. She moved her legs and pushed her pelvis a little closer to his; a cheeky grin formed over her lips as her hazel eyes found his deep brown.

A soft hum left him as she purred to him about how she was working on it. “Thanks,” he spoke softly, even though it was more for the fact about how close they were. He didn’t want to accidentally hit her with the flask. No, such things would never be meant for her, maybe Hatsu on the other hand. Even though his eyes were already quite narrow, he narrowed them a little from the soft pleasure she gave him from the scalp massage.
He chuckled from the back of his throat as she mentioned how she could play with her own hair every day, and therefore it wasn’t the same, “Mh, if you say so,” he spoke softly before he lifted the flask to his mouth to take a big mouthful. When she moved her pelvis closer to his, a low groan left him. Making sure that none of the precious drops got wasted he removed the bottle, swallowed, and looked towards her, “Mena,” he said, dragging the vowels. Without taking his eyes off her he put the bottle on the couch, “You are certainly pulling some strings today,” he mumbled. “Weren’t they kind to you?” he wondered as his hands found her hips.

She hummed when he said her name, turning her gaze away from her fingers moving through his beautiful dark brown hair; it was almost black in the dimmed lighting in the living room.  “I am? I’m not sure dat I’m pulling at anything” she faked ignorance giving him a soft and innocent smile. Then he asked if they hadn’t been kind to her; no, if she was being honest, she had been quite scared, which was evident with how her eyes glazed over, and it was like she retreated into her own mind for a moment. “It was chaotic; dey started fighting, talking with deir fists, Giliopollas (idiots)” she closed her eyes and moved around so she could place her head against her shoulder, and he would still have enough room for drinking while she was sitting here. She had moved one of her legs, so she was sitting on his lap with both legs on one side, almost like a child who wanted to be comforted.

Oh, how she could bother him, without even getting on his nerves. It was simply so clear to him how intelligent she was and how she loved to play. He could almost see how his question hit the bullseye. He studied how she thought back to earlier this evening. They had been fighting. He hummed thoughtfully, letting her move around, letting his hands find her hip. “Warugaki,” he mumbled about the guys acting like brats when things didn’t go the way they had believed things would go. One of his arms glided up to her shoulder, caressing it softly, hoping it was comforting her. He turned his head towards her, kissing her forehead softly. The smell of alcohol was heavy on him, but what could he do when his system was too quick? “Good you’re here now,” he mumbled towards her forehead, letting his lips rest against her forehead with a soft hum.

She hummed in pleasure as she felt how he moved his arms around so she would be more comfortable in them. “Si”, she agreed in a whispering tone; when he told her that it was good that she was here now, sometimes she wondered what she was even doing in the gang; she didn’t like fighting, especially not when it got out a hand like today. She would much rather stay in her tattoo shop and do what she did best or work at the garage where she could tinker around in the engines and feel the oil on her skin. One thing she didn’t mind was the heavy alcohol scent that hung around him; it was so him that she had come to enjoy it. Pulling her face away, she angled it up and blinked a little before she gently placed her lips against his instead. So much more innocent than the first one they had shared, it wasn’t teasing nor demanding, more like a sweet caress filled with love and emotion.

He sat with her for a little while before she moved around again. His narrow eyes followed her movements. They closed as she leaned in to place her lips on his. His whole being was generally soft and slow, and therefore it was no problem keeping up with this. His arms snaked tighter around her, pulling her closer. The hand which supported her back reached up underneath her hair, to the back of her neck. Everything was so comfortable and down to earth. He placed his rather prominent nose next to hers, before he let his forehead find hers, ending the loving kiss. “You should get some rest, Kirameki*,” he said softly. It wasn’t just because it was getting late, but also because he had this idea that she was getting tired, since she took things in his pace, not that it was anything bad.

*Kirameki: Do you have someone who always keeps a smile on their face and makes fun around them to make people happy? Then it’s for them.

She didn’t want him to stop; she wanted to keep going even if she might need air. She wanted to feel the chills run down her spine, the goosebumps that formed over her arms, just by sharing this intimate kiss with him. And she, for one didn’t want any rest; “What, rest; I don’t neet rest”, she said with her usual roll on the r’s. She lifted her head a little and looked him in his eyes, her brows slightly furrowed, forming a crease between them. “I can take dings slow too, dat doesn’t mean I’m tiret, unless you want to mobe to de bet insteat?” she purred as her hands moved some of his hair behind his ear, while her lips found his earlobe and gently bit down in it. She hummed in appreciation before the tip of her tongue glided over the curve of the ear.