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Sep. 7th, 2007 10:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTezuka frowned, zipping up his jumpsuit before turning around. “I would appreciate if you didn’t spy on me Fuji.” Fuji chuckled, lounging in the door to Tezuka’s room. Tezuka ignored the fact that Fuji was dressed rather scantily in civvies, and the fact that Fuji’s civilian clothes were definitely against space station regulations. Seigaku’s chief Ryuuzaki had given up enforcing regulations on her station’s psychic staff from day one.
“But I feel we have a connection.” Fuji purred, slipping into Tezuka’s room and letting the door slide shut behind him. Tezuka sent a short glare up at the lights of his room when they dimmer to a more romantic lighting. The lights, thoroughly chastised, resumed their usual brightness. The time it took to glare at the lights though allowed Fuji to slip up close.
“I’d appreciate if you took a step away.” Tezuka tilted his head down, his shields wavering as he tried to ignore Fuji’s proximity. Fuji tilted his head up, his lips inches away from Tezuka’s.
“Are you sure?” Fuji questioned, his hands sliding up the skin-tight cloth of Tezuka’s jumpsuit. “Something tells me that what you say is different from what you think.”
“Mm.” Tezuka settled his hands on Fuji’s hips, allowing a smile to bloom over Fuji’s lips before he pushed the other man away. “I do not act on those thoughts.”
Fuji’s smile dimmed minutely. “I think we have a connection Tezuka.”
Tezuka turned away from Fuji, walking over to his desk and pulling out his work pads. “Why would you think that?”
“Because I can read your thoughts.” Fuji murmured flopping onto Tezuka’s bed.
Tezuka snorted, keying in his password. “That’s not a surprise, psychically I am very well endowed.”
Fuji laughed loudly. “So is Sanada, and I couldn’t slip past his shields with an army.”
Tezuka’s lips twitched up. “Hm.”
“But I feel we have a connection.” Fuji purred, slipping into Tezuka’s room and letting the door slide shut behind him. Tezuka sent a short glare up at the lights of his room when they dimmer to a more romantic lighting. The lights, thoroughly chastised, resumed their usual brightness. The time it took to glare at the lights though allowed Fuji to slip up close.
“I’d appreciate if you took a step away.” Tezuka tilted his head down, his shields wavering as he tried to ignore Fuji’s proximity. Fuji tilted his head up, his lips inches away from Tezuka’s.
“Are you sure?” Fuji questioned, his hands sliding up the skin-tight cloth of Tezuka’s jumpsuit. “Something tells me that what you say is different from what you think.”
“Mm.” Tezuka settled his hands on Fuji’s hips, allowing a smile to bloom over Fuji’s lips before he pushed the other man away. “I do not act on those thoughts.”
Fuji’s smile dimmed minutely. “I think we have a connection Tezuka.”
Tezuka turned away from Fuji, walking over to his desk and pulling out his work pads. “Why would you think that?”
“Because I can read your thoughts.” Fuji murmured flopping onto Tezuka’s bed.
Tezuka snorted, keying in his password. “That’s not a surprise, psychically I am very well endowed.”
Fuji laughed loudly. “So is Sanada, and I couldn’t slip past his shields with an army.”
Tezuka’s lips twitched up. “Hm.”
