Bar Buddies - PG-13 [Maki/Toma]
Bar Buddies
tinyangl, 388 words
Horikita Maki/Ikuta Toma. Prompt: Horikitty/Toma - "Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name." - Peter S. Beagle (The Last Unicorn)
A/N: Written for anamuan for my Valentine's Day Request Post 2011.
She tells him only to call her "Horikitty" before taking his hand into hers and bringing the inside of his wrist up to lip level, licking a thin line right on his pulse point. Toma's breath catches as he watches her then shake salt fragments onto it, taking another long lick. She drops his wrist, leaning over to grab the shot glass sitting on the table in front of them--leaning forward enough to give Toma a pretty an inappropriate view down her already lowcut v-neck shirt. He gulps, shifting his gaze back to her face, catching the smirk on her lips before she downs her shot. The resulting groan after she slams her now-empty glass on the table shoots down his spine. Horikitty takes a slice of lime, sucking out its juices before throwing the rind into the empty glass. "Your turn."
It's always his turn, but he never takes it. Toma doesn't even know Horikitty past the fact that she really enjoys her shots. Which is why he's surprised when he walks into his university to just manage to see her passing by on another path. He knows her backside better than her front, he swears; always watching her walk away after a disappointed, "Maybe next time."
He wants to call out her name, but he thinks it'd be strange. "Horikitty" couldn't possibly be her real name--and he doesn't know her well enough to feel comfortable calling her a nickname.
He wants to be suave, maybe say that he didn't realize she didn't live at that bar. Well, that's not suave as much as it is the wittiest thing he can come up with at this moment.
He wants to just say hi, to say something more than "no thank you," because maybe then that'd lead to "why do you drink like it's all you have?" Because maybe then that would mean they're something more than just random bar buddies--except even not much of that.
But he doesn't. Only just watching her walk away, yet another time.
But next time he sees her sitting at her usual table at the usual bar and she tells him, "Your turn." Toma swallows his uncertainty and pulls her wrist up to his lips, catching sight of her surprised, wide eyes before it fades to her usual confidence. He takes a lick and hopes for more courage.
tinyangl, 388 words
Horikita Maki/Ikuta Toma. Prompt: Horikitty/Toma - "Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name." - Peter S. Beagle (The Last Unicorn)
A/N: Written for anamuan for my Valentine's Day Request Post 2011.
She tells him only to call her "Horikitty" before taking his hand into hers and bringing the inside of his wrist up to lip level, licking a thin line right on his pulse point. Toma's breath catches as he watches her then shake salt fragments onto it, taking another long lick. She drops his wrist, leaning over to grab the shot glass sitting on the table in front of them--leaning forward enough to give Toma a pretty an inappropriate view down her already lowcut v-neck shirt. He gulps, shifting his gaze back to her face, catching the smirk on her lips before she downs her shot. The resulting groan after she slams her now-empty glass on the table shoots down his spine. Horikitty takes a slice of lime, sucking out its juices before throwing the rind into the empty glass. "Your turn."
It's always his turn, but he never takes it. Toma doesn't even know Horikitty past the fact that she really enjoys her shots. Which is why he's surprised when he walks into his university to just manage to see her passing by on another path. He knows her backside better than her front, he swears; always watching her walk away after a disappointed, "Maybe next time."
He wants to call out her name, but he thinks it'd be strange. "Horikitty" couldn't possibly be her real name--and he doesn't know her well enough to feel comfortable calling her a nickname.
He wants to be suave, maybe say that he didn't realize she didn't live at that bar. Well, that's not suave as much as it is the wittiest thing he can come up with at this moment.
He wants to just say hi, to say something more than "no thank you," because maybe then that'd lead to "why do you drink like it's all you have?" Because maybe then that would mean they're something more than just random bar buddies--except even not much of that.
But he doesn't. Only just watching her walk away, yet another time.
But next time he sees her sitting at her usual table at the usual bar and she tells him, "Your turn." Toma swallows his uncertainty and pulls her wrist up to his lips, catching sight of her surprised, wide eyes before it fades to her usual confidence. He takes a lick and hopes for more courage.