Naughty 30 day challenge time, several days behind but hey!  It’s the thought that counts?

Day 10:  Doggy Style

Warnings:  Leaning more towards humor than sexy?  Mostly because… I think I’ve written this for Kanji and Naoto like a zillion times before?  But maybe it’s still sexy, I dunno.  Oh, and Yosuke is a moron, but Kanji is a bigger moron, but both are lovable nonetheless.  

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“We need to have a serious talk.”

There’s a couple of things that Yosuke Hanamura’s brain pages through at that statement.  The first thing it notes is that it’s odd to see Naoto Shirogane sitting in the food court.  It’s not that the girl is opposed to Junes, it’s just that she only ever comes when the others are getting together as a group.

The second thing his brain whispers to him is the statement we need to have a serious talk.  He’s the last person – besides Teddie – that Naoto would ever have a serious talk with.  Yosuke’s fairly certain that on her list of descriptions he fills in the moron slot, the do not associate with this idiot slot, and the shoot him if he’s ever alone with you slot.  

Especially now that the case is over and she’s decided to look more like a girl.  

The crisp white shirt reveals the presence of supple breasts, the abandoned hat reveals soft strands of blue, and did he mention breasts?  Because she’s definitely got them, and he couldn’t stop talking about them for a week when she stepped out in a shirt that suddenly pushed out in ways that her shirts never had before.  Hell, even now he still-

See his mind whispers to him this is why she wants to kill you.

He decides to go back to the topic at hand which is Naoto wanting to have a serious talk with him, “Um… talk?  Yeah, sure,” then he sits across from her, putting on his best lopsided grin, “What can I do ya for Ms. Detective?”

Naoto frowns at him, “We need to discuss what is talked about when you have these so called ‘boy’s night out,’ gatherings.”

“Huh?  Why?”  

Much like the girls who get together whenever Rise feels the need to veg out and talk about whatever the hell it is that girls talk about, the boys sometimes get together at Yosuke’s place to talk about manly things – as Kanji calls it.  These things usually boil down to yelling at Teddie a lot but it’s all in good fun.

“I do not like the fact that intimate details about my relationship with Kanij-kun are discussed.”

“What?!  We don’t talk about you guys!”  It’s not true, of course.  Ever since Kanji started dating the girl all he talks about is her.

“That is a blatant lie,” she says, “He has informed me of your perverse conversations.”

“Perverse?!  Dude, we don’t talk about stuff like that!”

“So this past weekend you did not discuss a sexual position that dogs partake in?”

Yosuke blinks, then blinks again, scratching the back of his head.  He wishes that the girl would just speak in a normal language like the rest of the general teenage population, his brain trying to break apart the sentence.  A sexual position that dogs partake in?  What does she-

… oh.

The absolute wrong thing to do is laugh but the sound escapes past Yosuke’s lips. Naoto glares at him and he tries to stop, but he only ends up laughing more, “S-sorry, just… I’m sorry, honest!  I-it was just a random comment!”

“Well he took that comment to heart and I am not amused.”

That does make Yosuke stop laughing and he stares at her, “No way, you two actually did it?”

“Oh yes, we most certainly did.”

If Yosuke were the type to actually think about things he would realize how strange it is for Naoto to voice out the fact that she’s had sex of any kind, let alone sex in an unconventional position.  Unfortunately Yosuke is a bit too much of a horny teenager and he’s smirking, “So?  How was it?”

Naoto glares and reaches under the table into a bag that Yosuke hadn’t noticed before.  He watches as she tosses something onto the table between them and he blinks, tilting his head, “Look at these and you figure out how it was,” she says.

“Are these…” he reaches over, brushing his fingers against the soft, brown fabric, “… are these dog ears.”

“Yes!”

“Why do you have dog ears?”

“Kanji-kun made them for me.”

“Why would he make you-” then he stops, his eyes widening, “Oh no way…”

“Yes way,” she says, frowning more and mocking his dialect at the same time, “He has a very different definition of what this 'doggy style’ is.”

“I… but… oh come on, he can’t be that stupid!  Everyone knows what it means!”

“Not him,” she says, crossing her arms at her chest, “He thought I wanted to wear them while we had sex.”

“Jeez…” Yosuke sighs.  He knew that Kanji was clueless but even this is a bit too much, “I…” and now he’s at a loss for words.  Does he apologize?  Does he tell her that he’ll make it better somehow?  

“You’re going to fix this.”

Well apparently he’s got no choice in the making it better somehow department.

“Right right.  No more talking about that stuff, got it.”

“That is not what I mean, it is already too late for that,” she says.  Suddenly there’s a smirk on her face and it makes Yosuke feel more uneasy than the frown did, “You are going to tell him the meaning of that sexual position.”

“Me?!  Why can’t you do it?!”

“Because you started this mess and you are going to clean it up,” she stands up and snatches up the dog ears, “It is the least you can do for these.”

“I… but… come on, I don’t wanna talk about that stuff with him!”

“You obviously do since this 'style’ came up in your conversation,” she smiles, “And make sure he understands what it is so that this never happens again.”

As Naoto walks away it occurs to Yosuke that she didn’t actually oppose the position, just the way that Kanji had attempted to execute it.  He gets up and quickly runs to catch up to her, a curious look on his face, “So… wait, you… you want to do it like that then?  I was actually right about that?”

Naoto stops and looks up at him, smirking again.  There’s something different about this one, this one is a bit too confident, a hint of sexuality that someone as stiff as Naoto shouldn’t possess, “Who says I was going to be on the receiving end?”

He’s too surprised to say anything, falling victim to the smug little smirk on her face as she heads to the elevator to leave.  There’s all sorts of images clogging up his brain now that he doesn’t want to sort out, doesn’t want to admit to…

… but he does file away the image of that playful smirk, saving it for those certain evenings when he’s alone in his bedroom.