My brain wakes up before my body does. I lay there with my eyes closed just enjoying the warmth of Hisokas body enveloping me. I'm surprised he isn't up already. Every day thus far he's been up and at it well before I wake up.
Luckily his hand didn't travel anywhere throughout the night like I thought it might. It's still placed against my stomach.
I sigh, perfectly content and not wanting to get up, but I have to. Today I WILL open my aura nodes and get it down. I'm determined to. So I untangle our limbs from each other and plop onto the floor again, closing my eyes in concentration.
Hisoka wakes up about an hour after me. Even though my eyes are closed and I'm focused, I still hear him eat breakfast and take a quick shower in the background.
"Where are you going?" I ask. If he was just staying in today, he wouldn't be shuffling around so much.
"I'm going to buy you clothes." He informs.
"What? At least wait for me!" I pipe up, putting my hand on the floor for support, about to stand but I open my eyes to see his pointer finger poking me in the forehead, halting my movements.
"You need to meditate. I'll go." He instructs causing me to sink back to the floor again.
"But you don't even know what clothes I like... What if you get me ugly clothes?" I reply and he chuckles at this statement.
"Trust me, (Y/n)." He says, sliding his one finger up before lacing all of them through my hair. His nails slightly graze my scalp on the way back making me audibly gasp. A chill runs down my body as Hisoka tilts my head slightly upwards, no doubt wanting me to look at him. But even after I meet his gaze my eyes remain half lidded, clouded over with desire. How did it turn into this?
My desire increases tenfold when I see the look on his face as he stares down at me. His tongue drags across his lips that I can't help but wish were on me. I look away before things get too out of control, but Hisoka tugs on my hair once again, sending my focus back to him. He glances down to my chest before a moan leaves his mouth. That sound alone has my thighs squeezing together instinctively before I shake my head.
"You should go. I need to meditate like you said." I say, becoming embarrassed from just how breathy the words come out. Thankfully Hisoka leaves while I still have the power to stop myself from doing anything I'll regret.
Only after he leaves and the lust stops fogging my thoughts do I look down to see my nipples are back to poking through my t-shirt, obviously hard with arousal after what just happened. I slap both my hands over my face and sigh. How am I gonna face him after this?
For a few minutes I debate jumping out of the hotel window but I decide against it and just continue slapping my hands over my face a few more times before getting back to meditating.
I'm aware of Hisokas return but I don't bother opening my eyes. The sexual tension earlier was palatable. I'm not sure how things will return to normal if we don't address what happened. I'm also growing in annoyance as the day passes because of still not being able to sense any nodes.
By the time evening comes and goes, my blood is basically boiling at the fact I can't get it.
"Come on! Why won't you just open?!" I exclaim, probably scaring Hisoka with the unforseen loudness. I hit myself in the stomach as if that's gonna help at all. When the punch lands, however, it feels like I popped a balloon within myself.
All of the sudden, my eyes pop open and I can see something like a mist emitting from all around me. I look over at Hisoka who's smirking. It looks like he has a bubble surrounding him.
"Did that actually work..?" I murmur to myself in shock. Then I remember what Hisoka told me. If I don't close them back up soon I'll get tired. Really tired.
I close my eyes and focus again. Now I feel every single aura node in my body. Hisoka was right, there are a lot. More than I can pinpoint. But they're everywhere and I feel like a kettle that's slowly but surely losing steam.
Now that I have this mental picture, I try to imagine closing the lid of the kettle, but the steam escaping is so intense it's pushing the lid back open.
I begin stressing out. What if I can't close them? I'm sure I should be able to. Opening them was the hard part. Now that I'm aware of them it should be easier.
The next thing I try is imaging putting a cap on all of the nodes, and one by one I find myself slowly being able to relax again. I can see a bubble like the one surrounding Hisoka, surrounding me now.
"Congrats." He chimes as I sigh and fall onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. "Only three days. That's even faster than me. I'm impressed."
"It felt like forever." I gasp and roll over onto my stomach to hide my chest, still not wanting to get up. After this, I don't know what else to say. I'm still extremely embarrassed from earlier and not really ready to face Hisoka again.
Thankfully I don't have to decide because Hisoka decides what's gonna happen next for me.
"You should practice opening and closing them a few more times. Get used to the feeling. It's only seven." He suggests and I oblige, sitting back up and getting back to focusing again.
Since opening and closing them the first time it's been a piece of cake to continue doing so. By the time I stop practicing though, I'm exhausted and ready to just plop in bed. So I do. There's barely time for me to feel Hisoka wrap me up in his arms before I pass out for the night.
I wake up to Hisoka sitting at the end of the bed with his back facing me. I blink my eyes a few times to try and get them to focus on his fuzzy outline. When they finally do, I take in the sight of his broad shoulders and each ripple of his muscles.
"Good morning... Hey, did you notice my hand?" I inquire, sitting up on my elbows before stifling a yawn underneath the back of my hand. I figure he noticed it before but never said anything about it. Between me meditating and going to bed right after, he hasn't had time to mention it before now. That or he's just used to my fast healing by now.
"Yes." He says, looking over his shoulder at me
"It's kinda weird. I heal really fast but where my finger was reattached, there's still a scar. It looks pretty cool though." I chuckle, running my fingers over the scar and holding it up for Hisoka to see. He turns his whole body sideways in order to get a better view.
"Even if the scar is permanent, it still healed very well." He observes and I nod. I'm happy with having all ten of my fingers working again.
"So let's see what ugly clothes you bought me yesterday." I smile over at Hisoka and he gets up, walking over to a few medium sized bags sitting in the corner. He picks them up and brings them over, tossing them onto the bed before sitting next to me.
I open the first bag, and pull out the first clothing item my hand feels. I pull it out and see it's a patterned button up. The bag also had a blank tank top and high waisted jeans in them.
"I got clothes for warm weather and cold." He adds, trying to coax a response out of me it seems.
"It's cute. I like it." I acknowledge. "But we haven't looked at everything yet so don't get cocky."
The next bag has an oversized sweatshirt with a cute design on the front. I noticed it's a star, just like the one on Hisoka's face.
"Aww look. We're gonna match!" I joke, secretly wondering if he truly failed to notice or if it was intentional. Surely it isn't coincidence. There is a pair of grey sweatpants also in that bag.
The next one has a few different shirts that I could combine with a pair of shorts in there.
Then I got to the last bag...
"How the..." I trail off, holding up a bra by the straps. I check the tag and see it's my exact cup and number size. Its just a plain nude color which is good cause I can wear it under any outfit and it won't show. But how the fuck does he know my cup size in the first place?
There's a few pairs of underwear in there (also my size). There's also a bralette that's pink and would be nice to wear when I don't wanna wear an actual bra but wanna avoid another nipple incident again.
Then I slap a hand over my mouth.
"Oh. My. God. I can't believe you!" I take out a matching bra and panty set. They're both black lace, and don't look like they cover much. This is something that should be worn by some Victoria's Secret model. I lean into my knees so I can smack Hisoka on the arm. "You're such a perv!"
I will admit they're pretty. And I've always wanted to have something like this. It had little black bows adorning it. It's quiet plain compared to what I thought Hisoka's tastes would be.
Not that I've thought about that.