No Regrets (Part 2)
Title: No Regrets (Part 2)
Author: novemberbaby86
Genre: Romance, smut, songfic
Rating: R, graphic
Summary: During the filming of Hanadan final, a sudden love confession forces Inoue Mao make a decision: to run away or to confront her feelings.
Disclaimer: How can anyone doubt that they belong to each other? So no, I don’t own these two.
Notes: This is PART TWO to the story. I wrote the smutty parts while having a headache so please forgive me it turns out all weird, haha. Also, please read the very end of this entry as there's another announcement. =D
Song: The Best Mistake I've Ever Made by Joanna Wang MV on Youtube
Part 2 STARTS!
‘Cause suddenly I'm walking
Down a dark street to your door
Wanting you is driving me insane
It was raining hard when she arrived at his apartment building. Fabulous timing. Needless to say, she was soaked when she walked out of the taxi and into the building. It didn’t matter to her, though. She could care less about what was going on outside. All she wanted to do was to be with him.
She didn’t remember how she managed to ride the elevator but now she was standing in front of his apartment door. She took a very deep breath and pressed the doorbell with her shaking, cold hands.
And now my feet are standing
Where they've never stood before
Guided by a twist of fate
About a minute later, the door opened, and there he was. His eyes widened as he eyed her from head to toe.
“Come in,” he said, pulling her inside and then closing the door behind him.
“Jun-kun, I-” she began.
“What were you thinking, not bringing an umbrella in the rain? What, you really think you’re Makino Tsukushi, the tough weed?” he muttered as he ran into his room and grabbed a towel. When he came out to the living room again, his lecture went on. “You’re an adult now, you should know how to take care of yourself. Don’t make others worry about you.”
She didn’t say a word as he began to dry her hair with the towel. Instead, she was tasting the flavor of the rain and her own tears. He had always protected her and cared for her in his special way. She understood now that all of his lectures, including the one he had just given her, were truly words of attention. Even now, the way he was gently drying her hair for her showed that he wasn’t the guy with the cold aura that everyone knew. No one else had the chance to see this side of him. Only her. Yet she had turned him down coldly when he had declared his love for her. She was the worst.
He was astounded by her lack of response and moved in front of her. Her eyes were red and he could now hear her sniffles. “Are you hurt?” he asked and examined her arms and face.
She shook her head. Then she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest. A moment of complete silence went by before she finally said, “Aishiteru. I really, really do. I said no to you at first because I was afraid of our management and our fans. I don’t know what they’ll say to us. But I don’t care anymore. I just want to be with you.”
Slowly, his arms opened up and took her into his embrace. “You just said the most irrational thing I’ve ever heard from you,” he whispered, gently caressing the back of her head. “But now that those words are out of your mouth, you can’t take them back anymore.”
If I lose myself with you tonight
Fall apart or hold on tight
Wrong or right
I won't be afraid
Cause ever if my heart should break
You'd be the best mistake I ever made
“I don’t want to take them back,” she whispered.
He embraced her tighter, but was careful not to suffocate her.
She then launched a series of sneezes and that was when he realized that she was still cold and wet. He stepped back and handed her the towel that he had used to dry her hair. “Go take a warm bath and I’ll blow dry your hair for you when you’re done.”
She looked up at him, adoringly. “You’ll do that for me?”
He rolled his eyes with a sigh and lifted her up into his arms. “Don’t waste time talking to me. If you catch a cold, I’ll have to suffer along with you.”
“How does that work?”
He kissed her wet nose as he carried her to his bathroom. “Well, I’ll have to kiss you sooner or later, and if you get sick, I won’t be able to do that.”
He put her down on the tile floor and hung the towel on a hanger. “I don’t guarantee I have pants that will fit you but I might be able to find a long t-shirt,” he said, scratching his head, mentally ransacking his wardrobe.
“You mean you don’t keep other women’s clothes at home?” she asked, cheekily.
“I don’t just let anyone into my home,” was all he said as he left the bathroom.
She smiled and looked around, eyes brimming with admiration. The tiles were a shiny black whereas everything else was a creamy white. Simple but sophisticated. It matched his personality and lifestyle. He preferred a simple life, drinking with his group mates and other friends, reading manga, etc. But his taste was sophisticated and he stood out even when he didn’t mean to.
“Why are you still standing there? You want me to carry you to the bathtub?” His voice interrupted her thoughts. He was standing at the doorway, holding a white t-shirt in his hands.
She blushed as she took the shirt from him. “No, thanks.”
He grinned as he walked past her to turn on the faucet. Pretty soon, warm water filled his creamy white tub and he cocked his head sideways as he examined her wordlessly. She felt her body temperature rise as his eyes traveled up and down her body. “I think the shirt might be a bit too loose for you, but it’s the probably the longest thing I’ve got in my wardrobe,” he suddenly said and his gaze stopped at her lips.
He needed to get out of there before he regretted it. “Take your time,” he said as he hung the t-shirt aside and walked out of the bathroom, taking in deep breaths.
She smiled as the bathroom door closed. She knew what was on his mind because she was thinking about it as well. It was her second irrational thought for the night and somehow, she felt like she could totally go for it. Because, at that moment, she knew she was loved. And that was all that mattered.
Screw being rational. She could still be in love with him and stay that way. But if she had chosen the practical decision, she would not be able to love him. She would have continued to run away from him, repressing her true feelings, and never be able to understand how much he loved her. But now that she had decided to take this risk, then she was certainly not going to look back.
Love was irrational.
And if it meant that she would spend the night with him in his arms, naked, then she was ready for it.
Because that was what exactly what she wanted to do.
~~
I'm in your room
Now there's no denying
What's in your eyes
When I look at you
Two shadows talking but they don't make a sound
Words have lost their meaning now
She was only wearing one thing: his t-shirt.
Her bra wasn’t entirely wet but it was cold and she didn’t like the feeling of having it tied around her chest like that. So she decided to just wear the t-shirt since it reached halfway down her thighs.
She tiptoed into the hallway, wanting to explore the rest of his apartment. But before she could even embark on this mission, he appeared at the doorway of the room to her right, and yanked her inside.
“You’re not going anywhere until your hair is dry,” he announced, holding up a hair dryer.
She stuck her tongue out at him as she sat down on the edge of his bed, kicking her legs as she were a child waiting excitedly for something to happen. She should be nervous right now, but she wasn’t. Instead, she felt relieved that all of the tension from a few days ago had diminished.
As he dried her hair gently, her eyes traveled his lowly dimmed room with interest. Nothing was out of place. No random pieces of paper lying around or a stray pile of clothing. It seemed like he cleaned his room diligently everyday. Then her attention focused on the wall opposite his bed.
She studied his shadow carefully like he was a piece of rare artifact from an important excavation. His fingers were running through her tresses with great care and she could feel how warm his hands were. Then her eyes moved down to the rest of his body and she felt her cheeks warming up.
She turned to him, interrupting his task, and said, “I love you.”
He turned the dryer off and set it aside. He eyed her with curiosity and insecurity and she sensed that. She took his hands and squeezed them. “I know I might sound weird, suddenly telling you that I love you and stuff like that, but I mean all of it. I’ve already said it, haven’t I? I’m not going to take back any of my words. Trust me.”
Something must have told him that she was serious because his eyes lit up immediately. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her hungrily. Like he had been deprived of her for too long. His hands moved impatiently on her back as he tasted her mouth like she was some kind of exotic drug to his senses. But when he realized that she was not wearing a bra, he jerked back immediately, startling her.
“You’ll regret this in the morning,” he said to her.
She shook her head firmly as she neared him. “I know you think I’m being impulsive but I’m not. I’m being honest. Naked, even. Just like I’ve always been with you. I’ve never had to hide my true emotions from you because you just know. And I’m definitely not doing this to compensate your feelings for me because that’s a big insult to you. I want you because I love you.”
‘I want you because I love you.’
It was that sentence that had him devouring her mouth once again. This time, though, there was so much desire in this kiss that she moaned, not wanting to stop at all. She felt his bare hands moving underneath her shirt, making their way up to a one of the two forbidden areas. There again, she wanted to moan but his lips kept her voice sealed. Instead, her body reacted with shivers and she knew she was getting goose bumps from his delicate touch.
And the air has turned electric
Now I know the time is right
To put myself into your hands
And suddenly I'm shaking'
As your fingers touch my skin
I don't need to understand
She fell back against his bed and lifted up his shirt as he did the same for her. Pants and shirts were thrown on the floor and pretty soon they were naked. He took an extremely long moment to take in the sight before him. Her damp tresses lay beneath her as she gazed at him affectionately with her big, innocent eyes. Her eyes outlined his muscles and she reached out to touch his bare chest. Her hands moved around that area, causing him to draw in deep breaths.
“Looks like I need to keep you busy,” he said, huskily. He then caught both her wrists and held them down as he nuzzled her neck, working his way down south. Pleasure enveloped her as she felt his hands loosen up around her wrists and then reaching down. The way he fingers felt her skin made it seem like he was a skilled pianist, touching her in the right spots…wherever those places might be.
“Jun,” she said in a barely audible voice as a wave of euphoria hit her.
He shushed her as his lips finally made it to the most forbidden area of all and one taste sent the both of them drowning in ecstasy. She called out his name this time with moans and then he knew that it was the right time to take their emotions to a higher level.
But If I lose myself with you tonight
Fall apart or hold on tight
Wrong or right
I won't be afraid
Cause ever if my heart should break
You'd be the best mistake I ever made
His lips traveled upwards to her adorable mouth and covered it as he slipped into her. A frowned formed on her face but her pain was then replaced by pleasure. She murmured his name in between kisses and with every thrust. Meanwhile, he gently wiped off the beads of perspiration that rolled down her face. At that moment, he swore he saw a goddess whimpering beneath him. He wanted to love her, this silly and beautiful goddess.
He buried his face into her neck as her legs around his waist tightened. “Only you can make me crazy,” he said, almost breathless. “Only you.”
Just before the sparks exploded inside of her, she had another irrational thought in her mind.
She was never going to let him go. She would fight with their management, tackle their fans, and everyone else in the world just to be with him. She didn’t want to stay away from him anymore.
And if tomorrow proves me wrong
I swear I don't belong
I know I'll carry on
So I will lose myself and bare my soul
Take this chance cause heaven knows
I'm so far gone, my choice is made
And even if my heart should break…
When I lose myself with you tonight
Fall apart or hold on tight
Wrong or right
I'll always say
You're the best mistake I ever made
You're the best mistake I ever made
You're the best mistake I ever made(I ever made)
Then, at the most important moment, she couldn’t hear anything else but a melody that only their hearts knew how to compose.
~~
She woke up with a warm fuzzy feeling that originated from the back of her neck. Her hand reached out to stop the culprit but failed as he caught her wrist and pulled her underneath him.
She opened her eyes and found him staring at her. Her cheeks burned when she saw the desire in his eyes and she pushed him away. He laughed at her embarrassment and got off the bed, not even concealing the lower part of his body. She looked away immediately, trying to repress a smile.
Then he walked over to his closet and pulled out a pair of pants for himself, a sweatshirt for her. After putting pants on, he then approached her and pulled the shirt over her head. “Alright, hime,” he said as he turned around and crouched down. “Get on.”
She cocked her head sideways. “Eh?”
He turned to look at her, annoyed. “I don’t want you tripping all over the place, knocking everything down.”
Instead of arguing, though, she nodded as she understood the underlying meaning of his words. “I want to carry you because I know you’re sore.” She chuckled as she thought about that. From now on, she could interpret every harsh sounding comment from his mouth as an expression of love.
As long as she knew that he loved her, then she didn’t need anything else to battle against the world. Even if they were to part, which she vowed to not let it happen, she would not have any regrets.
So she leaned forward as he carried her into the bathroom and whispered into his ear, “I love you, ouji.”
He immediately turned around and began walking back to the bedroom. She started to panic. “Why are we going back?”
He dropped her onto the still messy bed before she could even ask her next question. Then when she tried to sit up, he pushed her gently onto the bed again, this time preventing her from going anywhere by a deep kiss.
Her eyes widened as she finally registered what was going on. Although she liked his kiss, she pushed him away to catch her breath. “Wh…what was that?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything into my ear,” he explained with his arms crossed. “The only reason why I wanted you to shower right away was because I was trying to control myself from…” He eyed her slim legs and took a deep breath. “You should cover up your legs.”
“Eh?”
“Don’t get me wrong, your legs aren’t that enticing but.” Embarrassment was written all over his face.
She broke into a smile as she translated that insult, but she punched his arm anyway. “If you don’t like my legs, then don’t ever ki-” she stopped herself before she realized what she was about to say.
But he knew exactly what she meant and he reached for her. “Sorry, I just can’t keep my hands off you,” he said, hoarsely. When she didn’t say a word or look the least frightened by him, he pressed his lips gently against hers.
As their emotions escalated, she knew that he was the best mistake that she had ever made but she didn’t feel the least regretful.
She was content that it had been him and not anyone else.
Because for her, he was the only guy she would ever fall in love with.
~~
END.
Thank you for reading! <3 I will reply to your comments over the weekend. You guys are the best!
Author's last words: I was bored in class one day and then for some reason, the image of Maotsujun on a beach swam into my mind and a story was born. Now...shall I write another smut? Or keep it innocent? ^___^
Author: novemberbaby86
Genre: Romance, smut, songfic
Rating: R, graphic
Summary: During the filming of Hanadan final, a sudden love confession forces Inoue Mao make a decision: to run away or to confront her feelings.
Disclaimer: How can anyone doubt that they belong to each other? So no, I don’t own these two.
Notes: This is PART TWO to the story. I wrote the smutty parts while having a headache so please forgive me it turns out all weird, haha. Also, please read the very end of this entry as there's another announcement. =D
Song: The Best Mistake I've Ever Made by Joanna Wang MV on Youtube
Part 2 STARTS!
‘Cause suddenly I'm walking
Down a dark street to your door
Wanting you is driving me insane
It was raining hard when she arrived at his apartment building. Fabulous timing. Needless to say, she was soaked when she walked out of the taxi and into the building. It didn’t matter to her, though. She could care less about what was going on outside. All she wanted to do was to be with him.
She didn’t remember how she managed to ride the elevator but now she was standing in front of his apartment door. She took a very deep breath and pressed the doorbell with her shaking, cold hands.
And now my feet are standing
Where they've never stood before
Guided by a twist of fate
About a minute later, the door opened, and there he was. His eyes widened as he eyed her from head to toe.
“Come in,” he said, pulling her inside and then closing the door behind him.
“Jun-kun, I-” she began.
“What were you thinking, not bringing an umbrella in the rain? What, you really think you’re Makino Tsukushi, the tough weed?” he muttered as he ran into his room and grabbed a towel. When he came out to the living room again, his lecture went on. “You’re an adult now, you should know how to take care of yourself. Don’t make others worry about you.”
She didn’t say a word as he began to dry her hair with the towel. Instead, she was tasting the flavor of the rain and her own tears. He had always protected her and cared for her in his special way. She understood now that all of his lectures, including the one he had just given her, were truly words of attention. Even now, the way he was gently drying her hair for her showed that he wasn’t the guy with the cold aura that everyone knew. No one else had the chance to see this side of him. Only her. Yet she had turned him down coldly when he had declared his love for her. She was the worst.
He was astounded by her lack of response and moved in front of her. Her eyes were red and he could now hear her sniffles. “Are you hurt?” he asked and examined her arms and face.
She shook her head. Then she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest. A moment of complete silence went by before she finally said, “Aishiteru. I really, really do. I said no to you at first because I was afraid of our management and our fans. I don’t know what they’ll say to us. But I don’t care anymore. I just want to be with you.”
Slowly, his arms opened up and took her into his embrace. “You just said the most irrational thing I’ve ever heard from you,” he whispered, gently caressing the back of her head. “But now that those words are out of your mouth, you can’t take them back anymore.”
If I lose myself with you tonight
Fall apart or hold on tight
Wrong or right
I won't be afraid
Cause ever if my heart should break
You'd be the best mistake I ever made
“I don’t want to take them back,” she whispered.
He embraced her tighter, but was careful not to suffocate her.
She then launched a series of sneezes and that was when he realized that she was still cold and wet. He stepped back and handed her the towel that he had used to dry her hair. “Go take a warm bath and I’ll blow dry your hair for you when you’re done.”
She looked up at him, adoringly. “You’ll do that for me?”
He rolled his eyes with a sigh and lifted her up into his arms. “Don’t waste time talking to me. If you catch a cold, I’ll have to suffer along with you.”
“How does that work?”
He kissed her wet nose as he carried her to his bathroom. “Well, I’ll have to kiss you sooner or later, and if you get sick, I won’t be able to do that.”
He put her down on the tile floor and hung the towel on a hanger. “I don’t guarantee I have pants that will fit you but I might be able to find a long t-shirt,” he said, scratching his head, mentally ransacking his wardrobe.
“You mean you don’t keep other women’s clothes at home?” she asked, cheekily.
“I don’t just let anyone into my home,” was all he said as he left the bathroom.
She smiled and looked around, eyes brimming with admiration. The tiles were a shiny black whereas everything else was a creamy white. Simple but sophisticated. It matched his personality and lifestyle. He preferred a simple life, drinking with his group mates and other friends, reading manga, etc. But his taste was sophisticated and he stood out even when he didn’t mean to.
“Why are you still standing there? You want me to carry you to the bathtub?” His voice interrupted her thoughts. He was standing at the doorway, holding a white t-shirt in his hands.
She blushed as she took the shirt from him. “No, thanks.”
He grinned as he walked past her to turn on the faucet. Pretty soon, warm water filled his creamy white tub and he cocked his head sideways as he examined her wordlessly. She felt her body temperature rise as his eyes traveled up and down her body. “I think the shirt might be a bit too loose for you, but it’s the probably the longest thing I’ve got in my wardrobe,” he suddenly said and his gaze stopped at her lips.
He needed to get out of there before he regretted it. “Take your time,” he said as he hung the t-shirt aside and walked out of the bathroom, taking in deep breaths.
She smiled as the bathroom door closed. She knew what was on his mind because she was thinking about it as well. It was her second irrational thought for the night and somehow, she felt like she could totally go for it. Because, at that moment, she knew she was loved. And that was all that mattered.
Screw being rational. She could still be in love with him and stay that way. But if she had chosen the practical decision, she would not be able to love him. She would have continued to run away from him, repressing her true feelings, and never be able to understand how much he loved her. But now that she had decided to take this risk, then she was certainly not going to look back.
Love was irrational.
And if it meant that she would spend the night with him in his arms, naked, then she was ready for it.
Because that was what exactly what she wanted to do.
~~
I'm in your room
Now there's no denying
What's in your eyes
When I look at you
Two shadows talking but they don't make a sound
Words have lost their meaning now
She was only wearing one thing: his t-shirt.
Her bra wasn’t entirely wet but it was cold and she didn’t like the feeling of having it tied around her chest like that. So she decided to just wear the t-shirt since it reached halfway down her thighs.
She tiptoed into the hallway, wanting to explore the rest of his apartment. But before she could even embark on this mission, he appeared at the doorway of the room to her right, and yanked her inside.
“You’re not going anywhere until your hair is dry,” he announced, holding up a hair dryer.
She stuck her tongue out at him as she sat down on the edge of his bed, kicking her legs as she were a child waiting excitedly for something to happen. She should be nervous right now, but she wasn’t. Instead, she felt relieved that all of the tension from a few days ago had diminished.
As he dried her hair gently, her eyes traveled his lowly dimmed room with interest. Nothing was out of place. No random pieces of paper lying around or a stray pile of clothing. It seemed like he cleaned his room diligently everyday. Then her attention focused on the wall opposite his bed.
She studied his shadow carefully like he was a piece of rare artifact from an important excavation. His fingers were running through her tresses with great care and she could feel how warm his hands were. Then her eyes moved down to the rest of his body and she felt her cheeks warming up.
She turned to him, interrupting his task, and said, “I love you.”
He turned the dryer off and set it aside. He eyed her with curiosity and insecurity and she sensed that. She took his hands and squeezed them. “I know I might sound weird, suddenly telling you that I love you and stuff like that, but I mean all of it. I’ve already said it, haven’t I? I’m not going to take back any of my words. Trust me.”
Something must have told him that she was serious because his eyes lit up immediately. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her hungrily. Like he had been deprived of her for too long. His hands moved impatiently on her back as he tasted her mouth like she was some kind of exotic drug to his senses. But when he realized that she was not wearing a bra, he jerked back immediately, startling her.
“You’ll regret this in the morning,” he said to her.
She shook her head firmly as she neared him. “I know you think I’m being impulsive but I’m not. I’m being honest. Naked, even. Just like I’ve always been with you. I’ve never had to hide my true emotions from you because you just know. And I’m definitely not doing this to compensate your feelings for me because that’s a big insult to you. I want you because I love you.”
‘I want you because I love you.’
It was that sentence that had him devouring her mouth once again. This time, though, there was so much desire in this kiss that she moaned, not wanting to stop at all. She felt his bare hands moving underneath her shirt, making their way up to a one of the two forbidden areas. There again, she wanted to moan but his lips kept her voice sealed. Instead, her body reacted with shivers and she knew she was getting goose bumps from his delicate touch.
And the air has turned electric
Now I know the time is right
To put myself into your hands
And suddenly I'm shaking'
As your fingers touch my skin
I don't need to understand
She fell back against his bed and lifted up his shirt as he did the same for her. Pants and shirts were thrown on the floor and pretty soon they were naked. He took an extremely long moment to take in the sight before him. Her damp tresses lay beneath her as she gazed at him affectionately with her big, innocent eyes. Her eyes outlined his muscles and she reached out to touch his bare chest. Her hands moved around that area, causing him to draw in deep breaths.
“Looks like I need to keep you busy,” he said, huskily. He then caught both her wrists and held them down as he nuzzled her neck, working his way down south. Pleasure enveloped her as she felt his hands loosen up around her wrists and then reaching down. The way he fingers felt her skin made it seem like he was a skilled pianist, touching her in the right spots…wherever those places might be.
“Jun,” she said in a barely audible voice as a wave of euphoria hit her.
He shushed her as his lips finally made it to the most forbidden area of all and one taste sent the both of them drowning in ecstasy. She called out his name this time with moans and then he knew that it was the right time to take their emotions to a higher level.
But If I lose myself with you tonight
Fall apart or hold on tight
Wrong or right
I won't be afraid
Cause ever if my heart should break
You'd be the best mistake I ever made
His lips traveled upwards to her adorable mouth and covered it as he slipped into her. A frowned formed on her face but her pain was then replaced by pleasure. She murmured his name in between kisses and with every thrust. Meanwhile, he gently wiped off the beads of perspiration that rolled down her face. At that moment, he swore he saw a goddess whimpering beneath him. He wanted to love her, this silly and beautiful goddess.
He buried his face into her neck as her legs around his waist tightened. “Only you can make me crazy,” he said, almost breathless. “Only you.”
Just before the sparks exploded inside of her, she had another irrational thought in her mind.
She was never going to let him go. She would fight with their management, tackle their fans, and everyone else in the world just to be with him. She didn’t want to stay away from him anymore.
And if tomorrow proves me wrong
I swear I don't belong
I know I'll carry on
So I will lose myself and bare my soul
Take this chance cause heaven knows
I'm so far gone, my choice is made
And even if my heart should break…
When I lose myself with you tonight
Fall apart or hold on tight
Wrong or right
I'll always say
You're the best mistake I ever made
You're the best mistake I ever made
You're the best mistake I ever made(I ever made)
Then, at the most important moment, she couldn’t hear anything else but a melody that only their hearts knew how to compose.
~~
She woke up with a warm fuzzy feeling that originated from the back of her neck. Her hand reached out to stop the culprit but failed as he caught her wrist and pulled her underneath him.
She opened her eyes and found him staring at her. Her cheeks burned when she saw the desire in his eyes and she pushed him away. He laughed at her embarrassment and got off the bed, not even concealing the lower part of his body. She looked away immediately, trying to repress a smile.
Then he walked over to his closet and pulled out a pair of pants for himself, a sweatshirt for her. After putting pants on, he then approached her and pulled the shirt over her head. “Alright, hime,” he said as he turned around and crouched down. “Get on.”
She cocked her head sideways. “Eh?”
He turned to look at her, annoyed. “I don’t want you tripping all over the place, knocking everything down.”
Instead of arguing, though, she nodded as she understood the underlying meaning of his words. “I want to carry you because I know you’re sore.” She chuckled as she thought about that. From now on, she could interpret every harsh sounding comment from his mouth as an expression of love.
As long as she knew that he loved her, then she didn’t need anything else to battle against the world. Even if they were to part, which she vowed to not let it happen, she would not have any regrets.
So she leaned forward as he carried her into the bathroom and whispered into his ear, “I love you, ouji.”
He immediately turned around and began walking back to the bedroom. She started to panic. “Why are we going back?”
He dropped her onto the still messy bed before she could even ask her next question. Then when she tried to sit up, he pushed her gently onto the bed again, this time preventing her from going anywhere by a deep kiss.
Her eyes widened as she finally registered what was going on. Although she liked his kiss, she pushed him away to catch her breath. “Wh…what was that?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything into my ear,” he explained with his arms crossed. “The only reason why I wanted you to shower right away was because I was trying to control myself from…” He eyed her slim legs and took a deep breath. “You should cover up your legs.”
“Eh?”
“Don’t get me wrong, your legs aren’t that enticing but.” Embarrassment was written all over his face.
She broke into a smile as she translated that insult, but she punched his arm anyway. “If you don’t like my legs, then don’t ever ki-” she stopped herself before she realized what she was about to say.
But he knew exactly what she meant and he reached for her. “Sorry, I just can’t keep my hands off you,” he said, hoarsely. When she didn’t say a word or look the least frightened by him, he pressed his lips gently against hers.
As their emotions escalated, she knew that he was the best mistake that she had ever made but she didn’t feel the least regretful.
She was content that it had been him and not anyone else.
Because for her, he was the only guy she would ever fall in love with.
~~
END.
Thank you for reading! <3 I will reply to your comments over the weekend. You guys are the best!
Author's last words: I was bored in class one day and then for some reason, the image of Maotsujun on a beach swam into my mind and a story was born. Now...shall I write another smut? Or keep it innocent? ^___^