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"Seriously? They couldn't even afford to give us seperate rooms? Some billionaires." Gojo blurted, trying very hard to sound annoyed as he surveyed the large luxury suite.
"Well what can i say? i haven't heard of "couples" sleeping in seperate rooms even after they fight." Utahime isn't interested in listening to anything her designated 'Cause of stress' might have to say, because well... It's bad enough that they have to pretend to be a couple for tomorrow as well.
At this Gojo turns to looks at her as she had already plopped herself on the bed, showing no intentions of moving from the middle. Now, as much as he would like to complain and make a point that how in this era of gender-equality he has every right to take the bed for himself as she is the one who dosen't want to share, but he just couldn't. He doesn't like the idea of sleeping on the couch, but the problem is that the idea of sleeping on the bed next to Utahime-who happens to be wearing a maroon chiffon fabric dress, with a slit on the left side, leaving her left leg exposed, and some amout of cleavage visible- is an idea he likes way too much.
He wanted to avoid feeling this way the moment he laid eyes on her in the evening. This was Utahime, she was as modest as a woman can be. Always hiding those sinful curves under the gluttonous layers of hakama. He had seen her in casual clothes before, off-shoulder dresss and bare legs, but he hadn't seen her in something so glamorous till date. And god was she made for this! The way the dress hugged her curves, and how it's deep color complimented her pale skin, with straightened long hair and side parted bangs looming beside the that collarbone. He had seen women in far more revealing clothing, damn, the party they just came from had almost every woman in more revealing clothes than that, but the effect she had on him was intoxicating and incomparable.
"What?" She asks him after noticing his stare.
A bit flustered, Gojo gets his brain on track and asks, "Why did you have to make us a "couple" in the first place? Geez, such underhand tactics to get my attention Utahime, i knew you were a coward but..." he stops as a pillow falls near the boundray of his infinity, and smirks. "See you had it going average till now but this hysterical move has completely turned me off now, you're in negative markings" he says pouting and putting both his hands in the air, lying through his teeth and wishing his statement wasn't as untrue as it was.
"Shut up! I already drank too much in hopes of forgetting you entirely, stop making me feel a need to drink more."
She really shouldn't drink more. She had several types of cocktails and wine, and champagne. All she did for most of the party was drink.
Now, as she sat up, it was clear looking at her flushed face and drowsy eyes that she right now was the not-so-Utahime Utahime, about whom Gojo had only heard stories of from Shoko. Apparently she gets tough and unapproachable and talks all snarky and rude.
Nothing Gojo hasn't already experienced.
Or so he thought.
"But you have a fine sense of humour I must say." She laughed hysterically, letting her sweet voice quiver in an erratic pattern that proclaimed inberiation, ""underhand tactic" to get your "attention", when i already suffocate from any attention you offer me at all." She tilted her head backwards and then in one swift move was near the fridge taking out a Tequila bottle, which she managed to twist open and gulp before Gojo was even out of his stupor he had entered upon hearing her laugh. Only when she sat herself on the bed, in full mood to drink the whole bottle, Gojo decided that he needed to stop her.
But Uta was in a mood to talk all of a sudden, she put her finger up in the air and pointed towards the television (or let's call it laterally displaced Gojo).
"I knew you were an idiot, but seriously Gojo, seriously?" The "seriously"s were stressed on a bit too much, making Gojo chuckle as he approached her to take the bottle away from her.
"What do you suggest i should have had called you? A friend? A colleague? Migraine in human form? Why would i bring any of those three with me on a destination wedding? Use your brain, we can't act suspicious, this still is a mission." Utahime snorted.
That was right. They were here because Utahime got invited. The groom is a non-sorcerer friend of hers. That was kind of the limit of her role though, she wasn't much involved in the mission. Or atleast she insisted she would like to not get involved.
Her friend, the Groom, might be a non-sorcerer but is an entrepreneur in close association with Jujutsu society. The mission constitutes of a raid because he is a suspect for illegal possession of a special grade cursed tool, which might or might not be a Gojo family heirloom. Hence, Gojo had to get himself involved in more of an investigation- fake play mission, more time taking and more boring than his standard excorcism ones.
It was also true that Gojo didn't really mind acting like a couple with anyone, but now it was also true that as he was approaching the wide-eyes, messy- hair and blood-red lips of one Lori Utahime, he couldn't help but curse under his breath "Fuck! How did i end up here."
The case hadn't been much of a success yet. If this cursed object had been a Gojo family heirloom then he would have liked to get a better reaction than what he got from Shinichi when he made his unannounced appearance as Uta's "new companion". Instead of shock and fear trembling his cursed energy, Shinchi just gave a sad, forced handshake, making Gojo conclude that freinds was not all he and Uta had been.
"You're right, i was just being bratty. Now i won't say anything to annoy you, give me the bottle, you already drank too much." He said rather calmly, because he could tell that he was not the only reason Uta drank as much as she did tonight. Usually she is aware of her limit and dosen't drink too much unless she is with Shoko, but today she had done some aggressive depressed drinking, which was more or less mirrored by the groom across the hallway. Huh, they were truly just trying to be obvious, especially when Uta started getting touchy with Gojo, smiling at him whispering in his ears every now and then, only to look in Shinchi's direction every once in a while. That had already did a number on him and now this.
A man hiding a special grade cursed object wouldn't really be careless enough to get drunk over an ex, that too on his rehersal wedding ceremony, while his possible executioner stood across the room. His bride had started giving Gojo dirty looks when he finally decided to pull Uta out of there. He was convinced that either Shinichi didn't have it or was just dumb enough to mistake the cursed object for a pwan-shop showpiece. Billionaires often did the latter.
"No let me drink."
"I won't let you sleep and talk to you the whole night then." Like hell, this was an empty threat, he had decided already that instead of staying in this suite and ogling Uta and marveling over the dose of dopamine and adrenaline just looking at her gave him, he should go beat up information out of one of Shinichi's bodyguards.
Uta looks at him, her expression going from bitchy to vulnerable, opens her lips, closes and gulps, followed by a very husky and small "Okay".
Gojo dosen't like where this is going. He is in a room with a drunk, depressed and vulnerable woman, one who he is heavily infatuated with, that too for over a decade, and it seems like she finally might see him as something other than a pain in the ass. Rebound sex.
If he were a regular man he would just get on with it because, 1. Uta's irresistible, and 2. A regular man would be drunk and loose constraint. But no, he hates alcohol, and he also has a policy against sleeping with Jujutsu sorcerers and colleagues. The latter he knows for a fact, Uta does as well, and he also knows for a fact that she would be bloody suicidal once she is sober next morning if this were to happen and of all people with him. And he also knows that Uta knows that he dosen't drink so he won't have any excuses to give her when she comes to cut his balls out.
"So is this why people drink, to get rid of such confusion?" He mumbles in a low voice and groans. He takes the tequila bottle from her hands and puts it in the fridge, and hesitates a bit before turning in her direction because his head and lower body are still at odds with each other.
He dosen't linger his glance for long at the very expectant and l-lu-lustful look in Utahime's eys as he marches across the room to the balcony door and says, "look i am gonna go outside for patrol okay. You sleep."
"No" she almost screams abruptly, "Stay with me, please."
Why does she have to make it so hard! For one thing or another, Gojo knows he can't do anything tonight. For what it's worth, he may break his no-collegue rule for Utahime, though he knows he won't be able to keep it to a one-night stand with her. He dosen't want to go in that lair, he decided long ago that it's not for him. And in some locked up, obsolete corner of his brain, he also recognizes that little flame which yearns for it.
He dosen't want to acknowledge that dormant yearning, but why else would he feel that heartche and sorrow over her seeing him as rebound? He just wants to go away from her, for now that is.
Still, whatever this may be, he can't leave her on her own when she is so down and still has to attend the wedding tomorrow. The last thing he wants is for her to decide that she nweds to "talk" to Shinichi because he has some idea of how that might go. So he just swallows bile and gets on the left side of the bed, turns away from her and says "Fine, I won't go. Goodnight then."
He can feel her eyes on his back and he just can't relax for a very long time till she decides to just drop down.
"You don't want me?" The Siren confirms his doubts in the best possible fashion.
"No. SLEEP. You have a wedding to attend tomorrow."
She snorts, "Right. But i bet that they expect me to do it with my boyfriend you know."
"So you'll do it just because someone expects it of you?"
"That's not what I said."
"Then what is it that you're saying?" He says turning towards her, which he knows was the wrong move the second he faces her.
Now, as much as he hates alcohol and respects the dignity of a drunk woman who lost her clear-headedness, unfortunately over 50% of his sexual encounters have been like that. That's the idea of fun for most after all, get drunk and then get laid. That familiarity in this situation dosen't help. Not that he has been with a woman who didn't show carnal interest in him when sober. That is a first here, for about all women whom he has ever been around, bar Shoko.
He starts wondering if Utahime saw this coming before she got drunk and decided to go to with it anyway.
If that's the case then what exactly did she expect him to do? Did she trust him not to do anything and take care of her? Or was it just like "Well i don't have options so even he'll do, as long as i am drunk past sanity. He is a manwhore so he won't deny me."
The last thought scares him so much that he realizes how much he had been overthinking the whole situation. When was the last time he got so anxious over something? His train of thought gets interrupted...
"I was just saying, we are here" she smiles and says it so innocently, as if she was asking him to count stars with her.
Gojo is deciding between holding back after kissing her or teleporting to Antarctica right away, when out nowhere her hand lands on his cheek, caressing it ever so meekly.
While Gojo feels his insides burst, Utahime says something again, the tail end of which is all he catches "....infinty off."
In his stupid, labyrinthine myriad of thoughts, Gojo is some stray, very normal and very non-earthy imagination, fucking turned his infinity off!
This woman was feeling horny right now, but if she learned of the effect she could have on him, he would be found dead within days.
That's it! "She hates me, she hates me" that's the one truth of all he needs to hold onto right now.
He cups her incoming mouth with his hand, pushes her on her back, and sends a very little amount of cursed energy through her spine with his other hand.
He whispers "I am sorry" as he sees her eyes close, and she falls unconscious.
Looking at her, he swears that he has had enough of rom-com troupey situations for a life time. Being alone with her, is off the table. Period.
And then he teleports outside. After he plants a kiss on her temple ofcourse.