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#cmon ty after all the effort harriet went to you can at least peel off one of those pasties
kscriba · 1 year
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The conversation replays over and over again in Harriet's mind. She's not really thinking about marriage at this point. She's just thinking about the same thing as any other hot-blooded university-aged girl: sex.
With this motivation, she knocks gently on Ty's door. He unlocks it, his yukata dangerously loose, and pulls the shoji closed behind them as they enter the main room. Masami really wanted a traditional inn, and the sweet smell of the tatami mats, shikibuton mattresses, and cozy kotatsu live up to the experience. Harriet can't help but feel a twinge of guilt, and something closer to hubris, for what she wants to do on these straw mats.
"Are you sleeping with me tonight?" Ty asks, taking off his yukata and revealing blessedly tight briefs. 
"I don't know, are you ready for us to actually sleep together?" Harper shrugs off her own yukata, revealing her carefully selected lingerie.
Ty slaps a hand over his eyes. "Sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Wait, give me a second to compose myself." He lets his hand fall from his face, cheeks undeniable rosy. "Holy fuck, Harriet, you're gorgeous. But no, we can't do anything, not with these paper-thin walls and your parents snoring next-door."
"I can be quiet."
He smirks. "Trust me, you won't with me."
"Okay, Mr. Sex Genius."
"Hey! I have a plethora of reviews on my website to back me up. Reviews I had no say in, by the way."
"Who's to say you didn't write them yourself?"
"Is this the point where I'm supposed to say 'Fine, I'll prove it to you', because I'm not doing that. I wasn't born yesterday, you know."
"Oh, I know. You were born half a century ago."
"I'm not that old yet, missy, and you should respect your elders." He cradles her waist, thumbs tracing her lower ribs. "But maybe we can just make out like a pair of horny teenagers?"
"Not much of a consolation prize, but I'll take it," she murmurs, pressing her mouth against his. Half an hour later, Ty pulls back, whispering a kiss into her shoulder, out like a light from jetlag. She groans, a mixture of blue-beaned frustration and gratefulness at having met someone she feels this way about.
She traces a finger over his sleeping face. "Maybe Harper's right. I could see myself with you for the rest of my life."
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