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Who: Isaac McDougal (

glaciates); Solf J Kimblee (

explosivecombat)
Where: Lake of Rage
When: Forward-dated - evening of 10/13/2012
Summary: Well, this relationship's lasted about six months longer than Kimblee thought it would.
Rating: PG? How do I shot ratings, guys, seriously
Log:

Had this been any other relationship, Kimblee probably would have been preparing for some sort of night on the town tonight - something where he could dress his date up in some overly expensive dress that surely cost far more than the fabric and the craftsmanship was really worth but she would love, simply because he tended to find women who loved things like that; they would go somewhere nice, privately, before finding some sort of public place where they could sit and talk and he could show her off without even trying. He would make her feel special; she would appreciate his efforts, only to end the relationship a short while later for reasons he didn't always understand.

Then again, had this been any other relationship, chances were it wouldn't have lasted this long in the first place; it wasn't that he felt closer to Isaac than he had any of the others, because that certainly wasn't the case, but rather that Isaac was...a bit of a special one, for lack of a better term. At the beginning, Kimblee would have been perfectly willing to dismiss this as Isaac being too stupid to know better; now...well, as much as that point arguably still stands, he can't say that he's quite as displeased with it as he would have been then.

It's been a bizarre six months.

However, the weather at the lake that night is finally clearing up from the light drizzle earlier that day; the sky is far from cloudless and the air is heavy with cold humidity, but it feels fresh from the earlier rains. The temperatures seem to have finally broken, a light chill rippling over the surface of the water, but Kimblee's never minded the cold; he does mind the light breeze winding down through the trees surrounding the place, but that has nothing to do with the cold - as little as he tends to prefer it, he's left his hair down for the evening, having fussed with it enough to get it to actually look presentable, as opposed to simply lying flatly down his back. He's not used to it, and he has to resist the urge to touch it and try to press it down; he eventually ends up folding his arms awkwardly to prevent himself from mussing it up without thinking.

Given that this is an Occasion, he's dressed a bit differently tonight; the black suit and gloves he'd worn when he'd gone out with Emmy is making a reappearance, the only color among the dark fabric being the purple tie and cufflinks at his sleeves. Hopefully this...date goes a bit better than that one did; for the time being, he's content to watch the water and wait for Isaac. He's stupidly early; he really doesn't mind. He's singing to himself again while he waits, but he doesn't seem distressed or impatient; the sound is light and easy, his posture calm.

This place really is relaxing, as far as he's concerned.

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Well, while crushing him would certainly ensure he's not leaving anytime soon, that would only be because leaving is a bit difficult when one is in traction...however.

"Were you really not sure?" If nothing else, his tone is enough to imply that his brain may have burst into tears again.

Oh dear, he didn't mean to get that expression again... It's being mimicked, of course.

"Well... yeah, I mean, I thought..." He's really not sure what he thought, hang on. "I guess I thought you were just... trying to come up with some way to end it nicely?" Despite the fact that Kimblee wouldn't do that? There's nothing to say here that isn't "orz", okay.

That last sentence there is sounding more and more apt at this point, yes.

"...Isaac, have you ever known me to do anything like that?"

"No..."

orz, Kimblee. orz.

"I don't know, alright? I just... needed to hear it, I guess."

Kimblee is quick to return to playing with Isaac's hair; he's more than slightly amused, really, though he's at least trying not to be too obvious about it. He knows he's getting entirely too comfortable with this relationship; it can really only end badly from here. But for now, he's enjoying himself; he doesn't see why he shouldn't be allowed to seek out his own pleasure once in a while.

Even if it involves being more than slightly dishonest with his partner.

"Well, you're rather important to me, you know - perhaps I've come to love you as well."

The lie comes far too easily; he's done it before, when he's been reasonably partial to whomever he was seeing at the time, or otherwise had valid reason to not want to end it just yet. It'll ensure it will last a bit longer, at any rate, as it almost always does; he's reasonably sure that Isaac wants to hear something like that anyway, despite how much he says he doesn't require it.

At the start of this relationship, Kimblee had said he wouldn't love Isaac. Isaac was fine with that; as long as he was with Kimblee, it didn't matter. Perhaps it was naive to think he could be genuinely happy just by being with Kimblee, but as the last six months had proved, it was also the truth. He didn't need Kimblee to love him to be happy.

But when Kimblee says it, he realizes he's been missing something crucial to this relationship the entire time. Isaac's eyes widen and he breaks the hug to hold Kimblee at arm's length, staring at him for a moment.

"You... you really mean that?" He doesn't think Kimblee is lying to him. That thought never even occurs to him. But Kimblee said he wouldn't - and Isaac interpreted that as Kimblee just didn't fall in love. He could understand and accept that but this... This was something he desperately wanted and at the same time, couldn't quite believe.

And with that, Isaac confirms it for him.

Kimblee can practically sense the desperation in him - the desire and the need to have those words be true. He wants something Kimblee can't give him; despite everything Isaac has said, he needs to be loved. Kimblee doesn't understand, but he isn't surprised; this is how these things go.

This can only end horribly. For now, however, he just smiles in response.

"Why would I say it otherwise?"

Isaac doesn't hesitate, he pulls Kimblee back into a hug, though this time he doesn't loosen his grip right away. He does eventually, of course, if only because he really doesn't want to put Kimblee in traction, but he's so ridiculously pleased with that. He doesn't speak for quite some time - there aren't any words left that could possibly express his joy. But when he finally does find some, they're familiar and rather generic.

"Thank you. Thank you so much I... That means so much to me."

They're at a point in their relationship where Kimblee can usually tell when Isaac has quite simply run out of words; after a moment, he returns that hug - though the gesture isn't nearly as firm on his end, it's more than he usually offers, at least, and his hand is once again tangling itself in Isaac's hair.

"Of course, Isaac." It really doesn't require much more of an answer than that; his fingers tighten suddenly in Isaac's ponytail, pulling his head down and sparing him the need to respond by kissing him hard.

It's one of the (many) things he's grateful for - Kimblee understands him better than anyone else ever has. He can simply stop talking and Kimblee will understand. He can have his usual moments of misunderstanding or failing to understand at all and Kimblee will explain things for him. He really couldn't ask for a better friend, much less a better boyfriend.

He returns that kiss immediately, very pleased with not having to respond (he really can't come up with anything to say anyway) and just how surprisingly well this is going. Isaac is glad he slipped up now. Kimblee loves him. The idea is almost impossible to fully comprehend, but it's thrilling and exciting and--!

...And he's just going to scoop Kimblee up and hug on him forever because he can't hold these feels. Sorry, Kimblee.

There really is no way to describe the way Kimblee's mind responds to that, other than "this is going to be a really long night, isn't it"; he's more than a bit startled by suddenly being off the ground, though given their positioning he isn't about to fight or try to push away, either - Isaac isn't holding him bridal-style for once, he's simply picked him up, and while he's supported halfway decently he's more than a bit concerned about the possible stupidity that will ensue if he leans back too far. That kiss is broken off rather abruptly, however, his hands finding Isaac's shoulders quickly.

"Oh, come now, put me down - "

...that would work decidedly better if he weren't obviously trying not to laugh; he's just going to blame the rush of blood to his head or something for the time being, all right - it's not as though he's actually enjoying this...

Isaac does laugh at that, though he still can't find any words to express just how pleased he is. He hasn't been this relaxed in years. Johto has done a lot to help him relax, but this is entirely different. He enjoys Kimblee's company far more than anyone else's and today is nothing short of spectacular.

"No way. You can't escape as easily this way~"

The teasing tone is back again; he's obviously very pleased if that's making a reappearance already.

"Is that so?"

All right, buddy, challenge accepted; it's just...going to be a bit more of a challenge than usual! After all, Isaac is still hugging him rather firmly, and leaning back isn't exactly an option, simply because that's pinging his mind as incredibly counter-intuitive. Being dropped may be the goal, but being dropped on his head is most certainly not.

...right! Yes. That leaves him the option of...of...

...squirming impatiently, apparently. Damn, son.

"Isaac..."

"Oh come on, there's no need to pout. You could just ask, you know~"

Kimblee is just so cute when he pouts though! That said, Isaac isn't letting go anytime soon, sorry.

"I am not pouting - and besides, I doubt you'd just set me down if I did."

Ignoring the fact that his tone is, in fact, completely indicative of pouting, he actually isn't angry or upset; the awkwardness from earlier is completely gone, somehow, and he's enjoying the more physical sort of play going on.

...that won't stop him from further squirming once that statement is out there, of course, but at least he's back to smirking quite a bit.

"Yeah you are, don't deny it! And I'm not setting you down until you ask. Nicely."

It's rare that Isaac actually gets to a point where he's authoritative at all, much less while he's still being playful. What have you done to him, Kimblee?

He doesn't know, but judging from that look he's giving, he can't say that he isn't enjoying it.

"Is that what you think, Isaac?" And while he speaks, one of his hands has reached back to tangle in Isaac's hair again; he tugs sharply back on the ponytail, once, hard enough to ensure that he has his attention, but not enough to really cause too much lasting sting - he's noticed that Isaac tends to like that, for some strange reason, and he's not going to argue it while he's in a position to use it.

Pain has always been an interesting thing for Isaac. Most people don't like it and avoid it, while he ended up enjoying it to some degree. Of course that was weird, so he simply didn't acknowledge it. At least, not until recently. The sparring with his Pokemon was really just the start.

He gasps at the sudden pain, gripping Kimblee tightly so as not to let go of him entirely and from that look, Kimblee obviously isn't the only one enjoying it. It takes him a moment to recover, but that pleased look still hasn't left when he does speak.

"Again."

Oh, that was an amusing response, to be sure. Kimblee hasn't really explored this sort of thing with others - the women he'd been with had generally all been of the opinion that pain was a negative thing to be avoided; it wasn't unheard of for him to injure them accidentally in bed (or..."accidentally", as the case may have been a few times), but it was almost always something that ended in a lot of insincere apologies and more than likely getting slapped. However, Isaac wasn't just tolerating it, he seemed to be asking for it.

Far be it from Kimblee to deprive him, really. "Of course."

Isaac's hair is more than long enough to allow him to wrap it around his fingers twice, granting a firmer grip and a bit more leverage when he closed his hand around it; the tugging back starts slowly this time, giving him a few moments to adjust to the tight pulling at the back of his scalp before he jerks back hard, the motion quick before he releases the tension entirely there, though he still keeps Isaac's hair twisted tightly around his hand.

That gets a very pleased noise from him - the pain is enjoyable for some reason he's not entirely sure of, and the fact that it's Kimblee doing this is fantastic. He's really not sure what to do with the knowledge that he's enjoying this quite so much.

But after a moment he sets Kimblee back down, though he certainly doesn't let go of his boyfriend. There aren't any words to describe just how pleased he is with this, but he figures making out will work just fine, right?

Oh, it works well enough for the time being; Kimblee still has his hand wrapped up in Isaac's hair, and he's more than content to use that grip to tug back sharply once in a while at sporadic intervals, refraining from forming any sort of predictable pattern for when the sting will be administered. He finds himself moving closer as they continue, pressing his body up against Isaac's, grinding against him sharply as he pulls back on his hair before stepping away from the kiss entirely, allowing Isaac's hair to unwind from around his fingers.

"We aren't staying here," he says; the smirk really says everything.

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