Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down - Sho/Keiko (1/3)
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April 3 2013, 06:07:48 UTC
It's taken dozens of "are you sure?" / "yes, I'm sure" mails back and forth, but he's finally agreed to her request. He knocks promptly but quietly on her door at 1:00 AM, the practiced knock of someone who is used to these sorts of arrangements. She's fairly certain that being in Arashi might make anyone a master of the art of slipping away unnoticed.
Sneaking around in Singapore has proven challenging, with managers and crew on top of them day and night, shuttling them from filming site to filming site. But if there's one thing Keiko's learned since Sakurai Sho entered her life it's that he enjoys rising to meet challenges.
When she opens her door, only five doors down from his, he's wearing a t-shirt and jeans with a baseball cap. Not exactly the object of most fantasies, but she has little room to complain. Because if he's here it means he's conquered his nervousness (mostly) and he's ready to play.
"My alarm is set for 5:30," he informs her as she closes the door and twists the lock. "But don't worry, I'm used to not getting much sleep."
He's getting up early to go sightseeing with his manager. In between takes that day he'd alternated between telling her about his plans to see the famous Merlion statue and telling her about his plans to make her beg for him to fuck her. He's a curious creature, Sakurai Sho.
There's no time for much preamble. She moves to her purse, sets it down on one of the room's pair of queen beds and unzips it. "Hmm," he muses, watching her pull the ties out of the bag. One, two, three, four, five. It's too bad they're all regular ties. A bow tie would have probably been more obvious. "And when did you find time to go tie shopping?"
She smiles. "Oh, these are from wardrobe."
This is not part of the plan, and she sees him shift from foot to foot. "From wardrobe?"
"I'll bring them back. I have a 7:30 call time, and I'm sneakier than you'd think."
"Bad girl," he says, tsk tsking a bit at her as he pulls off his hat, tosses it on the bed to run his hand through his hair. It's kind of a mess when he's not in starched, pressed Kageyama gear. She likes how it falls across his forehead, likes how the cap's made it unruly. A bit wild.
She sets each tie down, lays them out on the bedspread. He can choose the ones he likes. She moves away to stand in the center of the room. She's already taken plenty of precautions - curtains drawn, lights dimmed, and she's in a pair of loose cotton pajama bottoms and a camisole top that make her look a bit innocent, more vulnerable.
He's eyeing her up and down, and she really hopes that he's one hundred percent here, in the moment with her, and not half here, half daydreaming about his Merlion sightseeing. Keiko's waited too long for this. She knows how much he likes to plan, likes to rehearse, but she's hoping he won't act like he's reading from a script. He can save that for their day job.
Now that he's here and she's set out the materials necessary, she waits. Sho scratches the side of his face, meandering over to the bed, his fingers running along each tie. She's decided to leave the specifics to him - all she's asked is to be tied up or tied down in some fashion. An odd request, given that his character already treats her kind of harshly. When she'd first proposed this, he'd been curious as to why she still wanted him to take charge. After all, life didn't have to imitate art.
Her answer had simply been: "Because it gets me off."
Sneaking around in Singapore has proven challenging, with managers and crew on top of them day and night, shuttling them from filming site to filming site. But if there's one thing Keiko's learned since Sakurai Sho entered her life it's that he enjoys rising to meet challenges.
When she opens her door, only five doors down from his, he's wearing a t-shirt and jeans with a baseball cap. Not exactly the object of most fantasies, but she has little room to complain. Because if he's here it means he's conquered his nervousness (mostly) and he's ready to play.
"My alarm is set for 5:30," he informs her as she closes the door and twists the lock. "But don't worry, I'm used to not getting much sleep."
He's getting up early to go sightseeing with his manager. In between takes that day he'd alternated between telling her about his plans to see the famous Merlion statue and telling her about his plans to make her beg for him to fuck her. He's a curious creature, Sakurai Sho.
There's no time for much preamble. She moves to her purse, sets it down on one of the room's pair of queen beds and unzips it. "Hmm," he muses, watching her pull the ties out of the bag. One, two, three, four, five. It's too bad they're all regular ties. A bow tie would have probably been more obvious. "And when did you find time to go tie shopping?"
She smiles. "Oh, these are from wardrobe."
This is not part of the plan, and she sees him shift from foot to foot. "From wardrobe?"
"I'll bring them back. I have a 7:30 call time, and I'm sneakier than you'd think."
"Bad girl," he says, tsk tsking a bit at her as he pulls off his hat, tosses it on the bed to run his hand through his hair. It's kind of a mess when he's not in starched, pressed Kageyama gear. She likes how it falls across his forehead, likes how the cap's made it unruly. A bit wild.
She sets each tie down, lays them out on the bedspread. He can choose the ones he likes. She moves away to stand in the center of the room. She's already taken plenty of precautions - curtains drawn, lights dimmed, and she's in a pair of loose cotton pajama bottoms and a camisole top that make her look a bit innocent, more vulnerable.
He's eyeing her up and down, and she really hopes that he's one hundred percent here, in the moment with her, and not half here, half daydreaming about his Merlion sightseeing. Keiko's waited too long for this. She knows how much he likes to plan, likes to rehearse, but she's hoping he won't act like he's reading from a script. He can save that for their day job.
Now that he's here and she's set out the materials necessary, she waits. Sho scratches the side of his face, meandering over to the bed, his fingers running along each tie. She's decided to leave the specifics to him - all she's asked is to be tied up or tied down in some fashion. An odd request, given that his character already treats her kind of harshly. When she'd first proposed this, he'd been curious as to why she still wanted him to take charge. After all, life didn't have to imitate art.
Her answer had simply been: "Because it gets me off."
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