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I've done this once before and I enjoyed doing so, so once again:
Give me any pairing/character(s) and a prompt, and I will write you a fic of any rating. In fact, I'll write you a fic so tl;dr that you'll forget what your original prompt was halfway through, but hey, this fandom needs more fic. \o/
Give me any pairing/character(s) and a prompt, and I will write you a fic of any rating. In fact, I'll write you a fic so tl;dr that you'll forget what your original prompt was halfway through, but hey, this fandom needs more fic. \o/
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Still, somehow, it's worth it. And not just the physical aspect of it all, though Luka can't deny that it's nice to have someone around who's willing to try and keep up with her. Ruko's—well, she's Ruko. Luka likes her very much, she decides, and maybe after a few more weeks of fooling around like this, she'll go ahead and tell her that. The sudden thought makes her feel like she's got another short burst of power running through her, and she clears her throat, self-conscious. Perhaps she won't be doing that any time soon, then. Perhaps it's best if they just stick to interfacing until they go into forced hibernation mode, after all.
For a moment, Luka almost dreads her return, like Ruko's hooked up into her mainframe, and can read the lines of binary that make up her thoughts. As soon as Ruko does step back into the room, though, Luka immediately relaxes; the fact that she's relieved Ruko's managed to get back without shutting down and collapsing into a heap, only later to be trampled on by a herd of Rins, may very well have something to do with it. Luka can't help but wonder if Ruko's just taken a casual stroll through the bus in nothing but a sheet, but then sees the hairbrush hanging loosely from one hand, and then her thoughts drift elsewhere.
“Here ya go, darling,” Ruko says, bouncing back onto the bed, legs crossed. She pats her lap, and intrigued, Luka shifts across the mattress, nestling down against her. Whistling, Ruko gently threads her fingers through Luka's hair, as if trying to measure out just how bad the tangling's got, and then brings the brush up. “Not that you don't look pretty with your hair all mussed up like this, but I can tell it's bothering you.”
Closing her eyes, Luka leans back a little, enjoying the feel of Ruko's fingers and she idly neatens out loose strands. She's not sure if it's actually as soothing as it feels, of if she's just dangerously closer to hibernating.
“My, how kind,” Luka murmurs, “But aren't we supposed to be recharging?”
Ruko chuckles, kisses the back of her shoulders, and then drops the hairbrush down on a previously misplaced pillow next to them. Arms wrapping around her waist, she rests her chin on Luka's shoulder, and tells her that she's all done, now. She adds in something else that makes Luka blush, and Luka's just glad that she's already too flushed for it to show. Shoulder blades pressing against Ruko's chest, she's about to push her back down to the pillow, when a thought crosses her mind.
Turning to face Ruko, Luka lets the sheet fall from around her, and settles down in Ruko's lap, legs wrapping around her waist. Ruko lets out an uncertain huh, but Luka does nothing in the way of clearing up her confusion; she simply reaches out, takes hold of the hairbrush, and then begins tugging out her twintails. Honestly, they've more or less come out, but Luka doesn't focus too much on the way she looks, and simply gets to work on brushing her hair through. Once it's neatened out, and she's edged out the worst of the tangles clotted up at the back, she tosses the hairbrush to the floor, and then leans back to admire her work.