The Apartment of Pretty -- Tokyo, Japan -- Wednesday Morning

[dojima_hime]

One of the more entertaining side-effects of this, Dōjima had decided, was the ability to call into work pretending to be her father and inform the Chief that "Dōjima wouldn't be in today," and not get yelled at or threatened with firing. Not that he could fire her, but it was nice not to need to hear the tirade again.

Now she had an entire day to go over old case files she'd swiped from the office, a nice big cup of tea, and was totally ready to be Super Spy Girl, and start looking for inconsistencies in case data.

...after this game of Wii Baseball. Honest. Dōjima wanted to see if being a boy changed her score at all.


[Yeah, I can't help myself. Open for calls, texts, boyfriend, etc.]

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say that was the only thing I wanted to do," she purred, flicking out her tongue to kiss the finger he had on her lips.

[withoutverona]

He withdrew the finger and fiercely returned the kiss. "... we aren't going to play tennis, are we?"

It was almost unfair, how hot she was as a boy. It was a cheat to Romeo's heterosexuality.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"We can play strip-tennis when you can properly appreciate how nicely I bounce," she decided.

Then she was kissing him back, her fingers already wandering to tug at the hem of his shirt. Tennis was a fantastic idea. For later.

[withoutverona]

Romeo cracked up. It was hard to laugh, kiss, and fumble a shirt off all at the same time, but he was doing his best to manage it.