Els/Zashi
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The couple met up after they cleaned up and changed into their casual clothes for the night. They wandered from her hotel through the shops and down the main street that led to the campus, holding hands.
"Have you thought about where you'll be living?" Hizashi gave her hand a little squeeze.
"Doesn't every teacher live in that complex?"
Hizashi rubbed the back of his neck nervously, his necklaces tangling together. "Yeah! Yeah, we do."
"Well, there you go. Do you pick any empty one, or get them assigned? Oh, hey, you've got an empty one right next to -"
"Hush, princess." He pressed a finger to her lips, cutting her off mid sentence. "I wanted to ask if you'd like to move in with me."
She stopped dead in her tracks. "Hizashi Yamada, are you out of your mind? Sharing an apartment? We haven't even been... well, you know. We haven't been that intimate yet." Her voice dropped low as she spoke this last, one hand raising to tuck a lock of purple hair away from her cheek.
He grinned, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "That's a problem easily remedied."
"Zashi!"
"Baby, I love you." He took both her hands in his and pulled them to his chest, green eyes beseeching. "I wanna wake up every mornin' and see your face and - and I wanna make love to you all the time. Not just that kind," he said as he pressed his cheek on hers. "The always kind, ya dig?" She was left speechless, trembling against him. He held her close, ignoring the people milling around on the street, and kissed her passionately. "Come back to my place and let's make it ours."
Elly had never thought the word was something real people did, but here she was, swooning in his arms. He picked her up and whimpered happily, a cute little sound that just about melted her heart.
He carried her into the bedroom. It was the first time she had seen it, and she wasn't surprised at all. Hizashi had a large, western style bed with a head board. The wooden floor was covered under the bed in a circular rug that looked like a record. He slept on hold and black satin sheets with tons of fluffy, fuzzy pillows heaped in a pile. She giggled when she saw he had a large velvet poster of a tiger on one wall.
"Please tell me that you have a black light."
He smiled shyly and snapped the second light switch near the door. Elly squealed in delight, kicking her feet in the air as a galaxy of glowing stars were revealed on the ceiling. The tiger was colorful as well, the bright eyes and stripes shining in the darkened room.
"You're amazing," he whispered, his throat working as he struggled not to cry.
"What? Zashi, what's wrong?"
He walked over and set her on the slippery sheets. "I told you I get laughed at a lot, right? That no one takes me seriously. This -" he indicated his bedroom with a sweeping motion of one hand, "this was a deal breaker for quite a few women." He coughed abruptly, realizing this may have made her jealous.
"Idiots," she scoffed. Her lower lip was thrust out in a pout, though, and her brow was furrowed. She didn't like to think of him with anyone else.
"You get it, though, princess. You get me. They didn't." He joined her on the bed, stroking her hair back to kiss the fading bruise on her neck. She shivered voluptuously. "And I mean that literally. You get me, and they didn't." He growled low in his throat, his hands beginning to wander.
"Oh my god," she breathed. "Hizashi."
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