Hello sweetie and thank you for bringing Tatsuya to the party!
Tatsuya Himuro – Prompt #82 – “Looks like we’ll be stuck in here
for a while.”
Sitting in your class glancing out the window, you can see the
wind is picking up fiercely; this storm is going to be a monster. The sound of
the PA system crackling on makes you jump in your seat.
“Attention all students and faculty. Due to an expected increase in the
storm’s severity we are canceling classes for today. Please exit the building in
a calm manner. Classes are presumed to restart tomorrow barring any further interruption
from the weather. That is all.”
Choruses of celebration erupt around you as students begin
packing up their belongings. While glad to be able to go home, you’re a bit
nervous at traveling since the rain has already started falling heavily.
Shrugging on your rain coat you fall in line with the stream of students
exiting their classrooms, a cacophony of chatter going on around you.
Just as you are about to reach the front doors, you realize you
forgot your umbrella in the stand back in your classroom. Groaning and looking
at the stairs you can see trying to walk up against the flow of students will
be almost impossible. Quickly you shuffle over to the elevator and push the up button.
Just as you enter, you feel a presence follow you. Turning around you’re
startled to be standing next to Himuro Tatsuya. He gives you a soft smile but doesn’t
say anything.
Soon you reach the third floor, hurrying off to your classroom
to get your umbrella. Coveted item in hand, you turn back and go to the stairs,
pretty much everyone gone by now. But just as you reach the front doors, an
intense flash of lightning followed by roaring thunder makes you scream. Eyes
wide, you stare at the pandemonium outside; how did it get this bad so quickly?
The unpleasant realization that you’re most likely going to be
unable to leave at this point puts a rock in your stomach; not only do you have
to suffer through a terrifyingly large storm but you have to do it alone.
Or at least you thought so until Tatsuya’s voice makes you jump.
“Looks like we’ll be stuck in here for a
while.” You turn and look at him, surprised to see he’s smiling. Stepping
up to you, he extends his hand. “Shall we descend to the basement? I’m sure the
thunder won’t be as loud there.”
Gulping you take his offered appendage, feeling warmth surge
from the point of contact to your entire body. When another boom of thunder
propels you into his arms, Tatsuya can’t help but smile wider. He’s so glad he
decided to follow you. Perhaps confessing will be easier now that he gets to be
your knight in shining armor.
No need for apologies, I love receiving asks. And THANK YOU for requesting this sweet dork. I just love him!
Kazunari Takao #9: ripping the other away – “no we
shouldn’t” – but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close
“When are you going to stop denying yourself and admit you
want me?” Takao’s question pulls an incredulous laugh from your lips and a
shake of your head.
“Sure, Takao, like that’s a good idea,” you quip over your shoulder.
You aren’t looking at him, focused on folding towels in the store room.
For the entirety of your joint training camp, you and Shutoku’s
first year point guard have been flirting back and forth, much to the annoyance
of both your teams considering you’re Seirin’s manager. It doesn’t matter that
he gets along with everyone, friend or rival, your boys aren’t too keen on your
attention being elsewhere. Sure, it’s a bit selfish of them, but winners sometimes
have to be.
You’re jarred out of your thoughts when hands unexpectedly
grasp your waist, Takao’s breath hot on the back of your neck. “I was being
serious,” he says, adding on, “for once,” before ever so gently pressing a kiss
to your cheek. Turning in his arms, your eyes meet his and you can see he’s not
kidding.
Takao could say he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him but
that would be lie. You’ve gotten into him, under his skin, constantly in his
thoughts, invading his dreams. He’s never met someone so like himself but different.
You’re fun but able to be serious, focused but not obsessed and kind, oh so
very kind, to everyone; even Midorima.
He can see the hesitation in your eyes, but also the want.
Leaning forward more, his lips just about to graze yours he whispers, “I don’t
need to use my hawk eye to see you want this as much as I do.” He finishes by
kissing you.
For a moment, you stiffen, unsure what to do. He’s right;
you like him a lot more than you probably should for only having met him at
camp. But when he starts to deepen the kiss you pull away, breathing out, “Takao,
no, we…we shouldn’t,” however your protest turns into a deep moan as your mouth
is sealed by his once more, tongue darting in to caress yours.
Your hands gripping the front of his jersey tug him forward
and he has to suppress the urge to grin as you draw him closer. He wraps your
arms around his neck before encasing you in a strong embrace, hands rubbing up
and down your back. A slight moan comes from him when your nails gently scrap
his scalp.
Releasing you to draw breath, Takao looks down into your
flushed face, lips slightly swollen from the intensity of his kiss. Hand on your
cheek, his thumb rubs back and forth across your skin, eyes soft and smile
gentle. “Let me take you out when we get home,” he says and you nod.
This made me snort laugh when I read the request, so funny! Thank you for sending it in and I hope you like it!
Ushiwaka: The only indication he’s even affected is the
slight rising of his eyebrows followed by a blunt, “Was that on
purpose?” She ends up blushing more than him while shaking her head.
Bokuto: “Hey, hey, hey! What’re you doing?!” When
she offers flustered apologies, and lets him know it was a mistake, Bokuto
hopes his knee jerk reaction won’t deter her from doing that on purpose someday.
Kise: “________-cchi, are you trying to tell me
something?” he teases making her flush bright red and shake her head. He
pouts a bit, disappointed the contact wasn’t intentional but forgoes further
teasing; he wants her to do it again.
Kasamatsu: Can’t even speak he’s so shocked and flustered so
instead he grabs her wrist and stares at her with wide eyes. Once she explains
it was an accident, his heart rate decreases but only slightly. Intentional or
not, he’ll be thinking about that touch for weeks.
Ryouta Kise – Prompt #5 – “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
A violent sneeze erupts from your mouth in the handkerchief
clutched in your fingers. Wiping your nose, you sniff, asking the eternal
question of how so much junk can come out of it and yet you still can’t
breathe.
Groaning, you fall back down onto your bed, arm covering your
eyes. You hate being sick. Not that anyone really enjoys it you suppose but you
hate it more than most. A tickle in your throat sends you on a coughing spree,
body turning to the side as you fist your hand to your mouth.
You squint when a beam of light from the hallway falls over your
face, pulling the covers up to block it out.
“________-cchi?” Kise’s voice is soft, his overt
cheerfulness momentarily absent in his concern for you.
You grunt from under the covers, rolling to face away from him;
the last thing you need is for the gorgeous ace to see you like this. Traveling
with the team has been fun up until this point. Why had you not made sure to
wear a mask on the plane?
A dip in the bed lets you know he’s taken residence next to you
but you’re surprised at the gentle touch on your shoulder. Increasing the
pressure, Kise rolls you on your back, frowning at the misery he can see in
your eyes.
He stands abruptly, leaving the room and you’re confused; are you
that horrid looking? Probably. But before you can delve further into self-deprecation
he returns, a bottle and spoon in his hand.
Without a word, he comes to your bedside and tilts you up,
fluffing pillows behind your back. Once you’re settled he grabs what you suppose
is cold medicine, filling the spoon with it.
“Open up,” he orders gently.
“Kise,” you say, voice raw from coughing, “I can
do it.” You reach a hand for the spoon but he pulls it away.
You’re just about to argue when he says, “You always take
care of us, me especially. So, I’m going
to take care of you, okay?”
Even though he phrases it in the form of a question you know
there’s nothing you can say to deter him so with a relenting sigh, you drop
your hand and your jaw.
Your face wrinkles at the taste but ten minutes later you are
feeling slightly better, enough that you lay back down and are finally able to
get to sleep.
As he tucks you in more securely, Kise leans down to kiss the
top of your head, whispering into your hair, “I want to always take care
of you, ______-cchi.” He’ll confess to you when you’re feeling better.
Daiki Aomine – Kiss #42 – kisses where one person is sitting in the
other’s lap
A slight flutter of fear courses through you chest, drawing a sharp intake a breath through your nose. Daiki feels your body tense up and releases your lips.
Half covering you as you lay on his bed, he looks at your face, a mixture of concern and, he’ll admit, irritation in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
You look away, embarrassed but his hand touching your cheek brings your eyes back to his. “I can’t fix it if you don’t talk,” he says.
Sighing you reply, “I…I’m just really nervous. I mean, I know we’ve been together for a good while but…I’m just not comfortable with this yet.”
“Me kissing you or kissing you in my bed?”
You gulp. “A little of both but mostly the in bed part, I’m just…not ready for…that yet.”
Daiki sits up fully, releasing you to do the same. As you both sit in silence, you hang your head. How could you ever manage to keep someone like him? He’s so sexy and viseral and…
“Are you done with the self shit talking?” he asks.
Startled, you look at him.
He pokes your forehead, saying, “I know what goes on in there better than you think I do.”
Standing up he holds out his hand which you take and he pulls you out of his room. Settling on the couch, pats his legs. Slowly you settle on him, legs dangling down from his knees.
“Can we try this?” he asks, hand trailing through your hair making you shiver.
When you nod, he pulls you forward, lips gently caressing against yours.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he mumbles and you comply. The shift in position draws your bodies closer together and allows him to wrap his other arm around your waist, hand rubbing your lower back.
His lips are warm and just slightly eager making your heart race. You can feel sweat pooling at the back of your neck and at your temples but are too distracted by the hum of pleasure he lets out to care.
When his tongue tentatively touches your bottom lip, you open up slightly, letting him taste you and you him.
As oxygen becomes an issue, you pull away, taking in a deep breath.
“So, not that scary right?” he asks cocking an eyebrow.
Shaking your head, you lean forward, taking the initiative and Daiki by surprise. He smirks against your lips, glad to find out you’re a fast learner.
For sure you can combine! Sorry this took me a
while and that’s it’s kind of short but I hope you like it!
Taiga Kagami – Kisses #15 and #16 – #15: licks their
lips and says “please” & #16: following the kiss with a series of kisses up
to suckle an earlobe
When you hear the latch unlock, your heart rate
increases; he’s finally home! You’d wanted to be waiting for him at the airport
but work kept you too late so the next best option was surprising him at home.
The door opens revealing a tired looking Kagami, but
when his eyes land on you his whole face lights up.
Rushing forward, your arms swing around his neck,
your height making it possible to reach his cheek easily which you pepper with
kisses as you express your joy that he’s back.
Eager hands grip your waist, his own lips kissing
the side of your neck from where he’s buried his face. When he suckles your earlobe,
you draw in a sharp breath, longing erupting from your heart; you’ve missed him
so much.
Pulling back to look into his red eyes you lick your
lips, a “Please” falling out before he’s kissing you breathless.
Despite being close to the same height, Kagami easily picks you up, kicking the
door shut before marching to his bedroom never breaking the kiss.
You land heavily on your back, air rushing out of
your lungs while he ravishes any flesh he can get his lips on.
“Taiga,” you breathe, hands carding
through his hair making him moan.
Just as things are heating up a voice from the
doorway startles you. “What a welcome home!”
“Alex, get the hell out of here!”
“But why?” the blonde whines, “the
show’s just getting started!”
With cheeks blazing redder than his hair Taiga gets
off you, slamming the door and muttering, “Damn pervert.” Looking down at you, your
lips plump from his kisses and cheeks flushed he grins. “Now, where were
we?”
26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans
if things don’t work out?
Ushiwaka
1: I imagine him living in on campus dorms so that he’s always
close to the gym for practice. It’s sparely decorated, if at all, most likely
consisting of school issued furniture. His bedding would probably be black,
clean and simple but a really expensive “help you sleep amazingly”
pillow. Closet is well organized with his uniforms (school and volleyball) and
practice clothes taking up the most real estate. He doesn’t go out much so
having “street clothes” isn’t a priority. Really, the only outside
decoration come in the form of gag gifts given to him by Tendo just to see if
he’ll keep them. A faux potted plant, Sailor Moon lamp and tiger striped rug
are evidence he does. He’s barely there anyway, so why would silly gifts bother
him?
21: Turn-on: a girl who understands his devotion to volleyball
and supports him. You’d probably manage to catch his attention if you gave him
a care package for an away game and a simple note not telling him to do his
best but telling him he is the best. Hey, he may have mocked Oikawa for his
useless pride but that doesn’t mean he isn’t prideful himself.
Turn-off: anyone who considers themselves higher than they
should. We know this to be true for his volleyball opponents so it stands to
reason he’d think the same thing about a girl who talks big but has nothing to
show for it.
26: playing volleyball professionally. He has no doubt he will
but should the unthinkable happen and it doesn’t come to pass, he’ll probably
be a coach, never mind the fact he doesn’t talk much.
Aomine
1: Messy. There are clothes strewn about, wrappers from fast
food or candy overflowing from the trash can, a few basketballs in odd places.
He has blackout curtains since this boy loves his sleep. There’s naughty
magazines shoved under the mattress and idol memorabilia on one of his mostly
empty bookshelves. His room is fully his domain and he uses it to quite
literally get away from it all.
21: Turn-on: a girl with body confidence. Small, big, doesn’t
matter, if she has the proper confidence he’ll take notice. Sure, he’s
dominantly one who appreciates a more well-endowed figure but he isn’t set on
one type.
Turn-off: being bitchy to Momoi. Sure, he gives her shit all the
time but she’s like his sister, it comes with the territory. And yeah, she can
be a little annoying but he cares about her and if you’re rude or say a serious
insult to or about her, you can bet he’ll be walking in the opposite direction
and not looking back.
26: Same as Ushiwaka, he plans to go pro in his sport but now
that Kagami has beaten him he’s added fight training to his regiment. Can’t be
a professional basketball player? He’ll be the first from Japan to win the
Ultimate Fighter and join the UFC.
Thanks to ririnontherescue for answering my “selfish request”
for some Midorima last weekend! I went a bit angsty with this one but I hope
you all like it!
Shintaro Midorima – Kiss #30 – a gentle “I love you” whispered
after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss
Standing in the corridor of the arena near the locker room
assigned to Shutoku High you bite back your tears; it was so heartbreaking
watching them lose to Rakuzan High. One by one the boys exit, giving you slight
nods of thanks for your support. Finally, Takao walks out, sniffling and his
eyes red. Looking at you, he tries to smile but it falls immediately.
You don’t even have to ask. “He’s still in there, just…just
staring at the floor,” he says shrugging his shoulders.
Nodding, you take a step forward, arms outstretched into
which he collapses, giving you a long hug. “Thanks,” he whispers, “I can’t help
him right now.”
“It’s ok, what do you think girlfriends are for?” you ask
trying your own smile. He returns it briefly then walks away, head down.
Walking into the locker room, you see Shintaro sitting on
one of the benches leaning on his knees, head hanging. He’s still in his
uniform, hair slightly matted down from sweat and water. Kneeling before him, you
touch his hands. He flinches slightly, clearly uncomfortable with you seeing
him like this but you don’t care; you’re here for him.
“Taro-kun,” you say softly, “I…I won’t pretend to know how
you’re feeling, but what I can do is tell you how proud I am of you.” Gently,
you move one hand up, caressing his face; he won’t look at you but you know he’s
listening. “I’m so proud of you for standing up to Akashi, for finally really trusting your team; especially
Takao. I can’t imagine how much that meant to him.”
You stand up, one hand carding through his green hair. To
your surprise, he wraps his arms around your waist, his head nestled against
your stomach as you continue to stroke his hair. After a few minutes of silent
comfort, you tug on the back of his jersey’s collar making him look up at you.
His expression breaks your heart but you force yourself to smile at him.
Leaning down, you press your lips to his in a soft kiss,
pulling back to whisper, “I love you.”
You’re unprepared when he surges up, head shooting past
yours before he swoops down to capture your lips once more, hands holding the
sides of your face firmly. His kiss is hot and heavy, glasses sitting askance
on his face. With an impatient hand he tugs them away, allowing them to clatter
on the bench as he kisses you even deeper.
He pulls away, inhaling deeply as he rests his forehead against
yours. The taste of salt startles your eyes open, where you’re presented with
the sight of Midorima with tear trails slowly making their way down his cheeks as
his body starts quivering with the effort to hold in his emotions.
You wrap your arms around his neck, ending up on tip toes
because of his height, rubbing your hand down the back of his head once more as
you say, “It’s ok, my love, you did the best you could. And,” you pull back,
waiting until he meets his eyes to yours before going on, “next time you’ll
kick his ass.”
For the first time since the end of the game, Shintaro
smiles genuinely. His arms wrap around the back of your shoulders, tucking you
against his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head. Barely audibly he
whispers, “I love you too.”
#20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
Not really, he’s been fairly
healthy his whole life but there was
that incident with Momo when they were, like four years old, and he freaked out
because she kissed his cheek and he was convinced he’s contracted cooties.
#22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do,
what would happen?
Given his laziness, probably not
much, but if he were really bored and
there was nothing, nothing, nothing
to do he might list out his favorite idols and the memorabilia items he still
needs/wants to get.
#49: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their
fighting style like?
Well, we’ve seen how he handled
Haizaki and I imagine he’d be like that in pretty much any fight. Cool and
calm, with excellent body control, able to put down his attacker fairly quickly
because of his size and speed.
Hi yzzy-gggg, thank you for the requests! I think
you’re right and these string together well. I agree the emperor could use some
love on this page and I hope you enjoy.
Seijuro Akashi – Kisses #42, #47, #51
#47: moving around while kissing, stumbling over
things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed
#42: Kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s
lap
#51: hands on the other person’s back, fingertips
pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of
bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp
As you approach the Akashi Manor butterflies whirl
about in your stomach. It’s not every day you enter the dwelling of modern day
royalty. Smoothing your skirt for the hundredth time that morning, you stand
poised at the door, reaching toward the doorbell.
Its clear tone sounds through the hallway, signaling
to Seijuro you’ve arrived. Eyeing the clock, he’s pleased to note you’re early.
Punctuality is something he appreciates.
Outside you fidget as you wait, palms slightly
sweaty. It’s not just nerves of where you are, it’s who you’re about to see and be working with. Of all the people for
your teacher to assign you to work with it just had to be the one boy in the
entire school who utterly intimidates and captivates you. The door opens
revealing a butler in full suit.
He extends a surprisingly friendly smile. “Ah, you
must be miss ______-san, the young master is in the study. If you will please
follow me.”
You enter, trying to keep your expression from
showing the awe you feel for the beauty of Akashi-san’s home.
“May I take your coat?” the butler asks.
“Um, yes, thank you,” you reply allowing him to
remove it.
“This way,” he continues after hanging it up.
Your steps echo through the massive hallway, your
eyes trailing over all the exquisite artwork. In little time, you’ve reach the double
doors of what you presume is the study as your escort stops. He taps so gently
you wonder if anyone could possibly hear but a firm, “Enter,” confirms he has
been. He opens both doors, drawing back and ushering you forward with a bow and
extension of his arm.
“Young master, miss _____-san to see you,” he
announces. He stands again, ready at attention.
“Thank you, Tekkan, you may go,” Akashi-san says as
he rises from his seat. As the door shuts, you bow slightly.
“Good morning, Akashi-san,” you offer, thankful your
voice isn’t shaking.
“Good morning, _______-san, thank you for being willing
to come all this way. Normally I would say we could meet after school but I’m
sure you know I’m exceptionally busy preparing for the Winter Cup.”
You nod, working hard to maintain eye contact with
him, the intensity of his gaze making it rather difficult.
During the ensuing silence, Akashi observes you,
impressed by the way you carry yourself in what is most likely an uncomfortable
situation. His home, he knows, is not the most welcoming and himself rather…intense.
He just doesn’t know any other way to be; winners are focused. Partnership and
group projects are the bane of his existence but when he heard he’d been paired
with you, well, he knew two things.
One: the work would be perfect and two: the company would be enjoyed.
A natural observer, Akashi was rather startled the
first time he saw you. All day he couldn’t get you out of his head. There was,
and still is, something about you that draws him in, keeps his attention on
you. He wonders if you’ve sensed it, but figures probably not. For all his
focus on winning and the pride of one’s worth, he finds himself admiring your
humility. You’re kind to everyone, pleasant and respectful, your beauty
radiating from inward out.
“Shall we get started?” you ask pulling him from his
thoughts.
He smiles and you feel your legs shake. “Absolutely,”
he replies heading to the French double doors. Looking over his shoulder he continues,
“Forgive my rudeness, is there anything you would like? Tea? Water?”
“No, no, I’m fine, thank you,” you say hastily
following him outside where you see he’s set up, or had set up for him, all the
materials you need for your art project. Having a rather unconventional idea,
your art teacher decided it would be a good idea to have her students combine
their work on one canvas. Looking at the supply table, you see there are
multiple paint tubes, brushes and numerous canvass.
“I thought it best to have additional ones in case something
goes awry,” Akashi answers to your inquisitive look.
Of course, he would think that far ahead. Taking a
deep breath, you set down your bag, extracting a few books brought for
inspiration.
“We won’t need those.” Your red-headed companion’s
words surprise you.
“I…I’m not very good at painting freehand,” you
admit.
“In that case, allow me to guide you,” he offers. He
steps to a docking station, turning on light instrumental music before looking
back at you.
You tilt your head in confusion, but step in front
of the easel when he extends his hand towards it. Moving around you, he gathers
a palette, filling it with various colors. Taking a brush, he hands it and the
palette to you. As you step forward, you’re startled when he moves up right behind
you.
“Are you ok with this?” he asks covering your hand
with his own, fingers grasping the brush. Throat dry and heart pounding you can
only nod; truthfully, you’re a wreck but would be lying if you said you weren’t
getting a thrill of having him so close to you.
“Relax your arm, that’s it,” he says lowly in your
ear and you have to suppress a shiver. Slowly he guides your hand to the paint,
selecting the color he wants, and then pulls back, placing the brush against
the pure white canvas. With slow, deliberate movements, his breath fanning over
your neck, he moves your hand in long sweeping motions.
“I find painting while listening to music to be the
most inspirational,” he says gathering another color and moving back to the canvas.
“It allows your mind to wander free but at the same time helps you focus on
conveying the emotion of the piece, translating it from audio to visual.”
All you can focus on is the heat of his body next to
yours.
Akashi has no idea what possessed him to try this,
he barely knows you and yet here he is, his chest pressed into your back, his hand
over yours, his face so near your skin he can smell your perfume and all of it is working against his finely tuned
self-control.
When the paint runs low, he releases you, both of
you missing the contact more than you probably should. You stand stock still,
eyes focused on the work you’ve been creating together, though Akashi has been
doing pretty much all the work. Unable to stop yourself, you reach a hand
forward, the images he’s created feeling like their sucking you into their
depths. Warm reds, yellows, oranges and pinks swirl together in a typhoon of
color, darker purples and blues creating the impression of leaves dancing on a
fiery wind and in the center of it all there is what appears to be a heart.
You turn your head at the same moment Akashi looks
up from what he’s doing. When your eyes lock, it’s as if the rest of the world
disappears. You have no idea what’s going on between you, but it feels intense and
carnal and…the clatter of the art supplies landing roughly on the table snap
you out of your haze just long enough to realize Akashi is heading towards you
at a rapid pace.
A second later, you’re in his arms, his forehead
pressed against yours.
“_____-san,” he breathes out, your name a statement
and a question all at once. You barely nod and his lips are against yours. He
kisses you gently at first, but it builds quickly, his arms wrapping around your
waist tighter. He turns you around, pushing you against the closed doors, making
you gasp when your back hits the handles.
Akashi curses inwardly; it’s not like him to make a
mistake like that. Intent on rectifying it, he whirls you to the side, opening
the door and pulling you inside. He lands on the chaise, tugging you down onto his lap, his head craning up to reach your lips once more.
He can’t get enough of your taste, the natural
sweetness of your mouth, the intoxicating scent of your perfume and the feel of
your body beneath his hands. He’s never felt so out of control in his life.
You’re sure any second now your heart is going to
give out. Akashi is, like with everything else, excellent at kissing. A gasp
escapes your lips, eyes flying open, when his hand, hot and confident, trails
over the slightly exposed portion of your back between your shirt and your
skirt. He pushes it up further when he feels you lean more into him, pleased
you want him to keep touching you like this, his already bright eyes flashing
with heat looking at your dazed face.
A hand on the back of your head pulls your lips back
to his. He’s more insistent, more intense, holding you tighter and making your
head swim. Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, he smirks as you moan
lightly, tongue dancing with yours as he enters your mouth and you let him
lead.
“Akashi-san,” you whimper, knees shaking from the
effort to hold yourself up.
“Hmmmm?” he mumbles against your skin and you
tremble as his hand goes even higher.
Looking into his eyes, you hesitate, nervous about
continuing. You don’t even know why you’ve allowed yourself or him to do this;
you barely know each other! And sure, you have friends and acquaintances who
hook up all the time, sometimes with complete strangers, but this isn’t how you
normally are. The thought that you could have blown a chance with Akashi, of something
remotely real…
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks pulling away
slightly.
You don’t, but you will, because you’re not this
girl. You only have to nod once and he’s helping you to stand
back up, though you’re unsure if your legs will hold your weight. Thankfully,
he keeps hold of you.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that…”you swallow once,
finding it ludicrous that you could have your tongue down his throat thirty
seconds ago but you can’t get it to work long enough to tell him how you feel.
Shaking your head, you try again. Looking back up you finally breath out, “I
really like you and…and I’m not usually this…this…” you can’t even say the
words, looking away again.
He draws you back to his face, kissing the tip of
your nose and smiling. “_____-san, please do not think that I think less of you
because of this. Besides, I’m the one who put us in this position. It should be
me asking your forgiveness for my complete lack of decorum.”
“Does that mean…do you regret this?” you ask fearfully.
He shakes his head. “Not at all, in fact,” he leans
in again, kissing you gently before admitting, “I’d really like to take you out
on a date some time.”
“I’d like that,” you whisper.
“Next Saturday?”
“Perfect,” you reply smiling.
“Good, then let’s get this project done, shall we?”
he asks, taking your hand and leading you back out to the terrace.
Needless to say, you both received an “A” for your “stunning
representation of the tumultuous storm of the heart”.
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