ok not quite fail, but I'm def not doing 1500 words a day
in case anyone was curious, my NaNo project this year is to write as much Skip Beat fanfic as possible this month. There is a severe dearth of fic for this fandom and so I'm trying my best to do my part to fix that :-P
I posted my Day 1 contribution to 31_days last night, so you can read it here: Too Late to Wake Up
Here's my Day 2 contribution:
The Prince is a Beast
By some miracle, she’d acknowledged him as a man and agreed to start dating him. Currently, she was in his arms as they snuggled on the couch after dinner. While she wasn’t overly amorous, he found that she craved physical touch more than he expected, either clutching his arm or resting her head against her shoulder, and he couldn’t help but respond by holding her closer to him. He was determined to be the utmost gentleman with her though. After all, the man she chose was well-mannered and unfailingly polite Tsuruga Ren, top star and consummate professional. She would never know about his messy past, never discover that her prince was actually a beast. He would be on his best behavior for her, become her knight, and make her happy.
That wasn’t to say he didn’t kiss her goodnight, or hello, (or even thank you). Even she expected that much from her boyfriend. (The thought of that word still launched him into the throes of euphoria, three months after the fact.) The initiative was always his but he would linger if she did, let her take from him whatever comfort and assurance she needed, always careful to keep a vise on his own needs.
A hand on his brought him out of his thoughts and he realized Kyoko was peering at him quizzically. Had she asked him a question?
“Are you alright? You look like you’re frustrated about something.” She touched the furrow of his brow and it smoothed immediately under her fingertips.
“It’s nothing,” he said, grabbing her fingers and kissing them. She looked at him with a disbelieving pout, which he couldn’t help but lightly kiss away. Her hand on his cheek stopped him from pulling away and she leaned in to kiss him again, firmly pressing her lips against his. He turned and lowered his head to give her easier access and the hand on his cheek moved to the nape of his neck, nails scraping lightly there. His heart pounded and he held back a moan, gently trying to pull away, but she only followed him back. Her hand now gripped his shoulder while the other rested on his chest, one knee on the couch propping her up so she could reach his mouth. He steadied her with a hand on her waist, which he fought to keep from sliding lower.
It was a heady sensation, Kyoko leaning over him, her knee nudging his while she balanced her weight on his shoulder. His hand tightened on her waist as she pulled away to breathe, her half-lidded gaze locked on his and he leaned in again before he could think about what he was doing. She met him halfway, bringing her other knee up onto the couch, inches from climbing into his lap. He brought his other hand to the space between her shoulders, pulling her closer. His mouth left her lips and trailed down her jaw line, to the fluttering skin at her pulse, nipping there.
“Ren,” she whimpered, and he froze. He loosened his hold on her and rested his forehead against to her shoulder, willing himself to calm down. He’d gotten carried away. It was not Tsuruga Ren who held her in his arms now. Kuon had taken over at some point and given in to his desire. Ren struggled to push that damaged creature back into his hole and regain control before letting Kyoko see his face. When he felt calm enough, he kissed her softly on the forehead and pulled away.
“It’s getting late, Kyoko.” Her eyes followed him as he stood up and turned off the TV that had been on, unnoticed this whole time. “You should probably head home. Don’t you have to film tomorrow?” There was a dazed look in her eyes, before his words sunk in. He smiled softly at her. “Come on, I’ll drive you.” She chirped in assent before hopping off the couch and slipping on her shoes. He hesitated before grabbing his keys, making sure that his facade was still in tact. The key to staying in character is knowing when to let genuine emotion through, and he was treading a very thin line with Kyoko. Hizuri Kuon was desperately in love with her and even Tsuruga Ren, who he’d been portraying comfortably for almost 5 years, was having trouble maintaining a leash on him. If there was anything Kuon could offer her, Ren would have let her know about him from the beginning. But there was nothing, not one redeemable quality in that sorry excuse for a man and he’d be damned if he let another selfish brat ruin Kyoko’s life. Even if it was himself.
I posted my Day 1 contribution to 31_days last night, so you can read it here: Too Late to Wake Up
Here's my Day 2 contribution:
The Prince is a Beast
By some miracle, she’d acknowledged him as a man and agreed to start dating him. Currently, she was in his arms as they snuggled on the couch after dinner. While she wasn’t overly amorous, he found that she craved physical touch more than he expected, either clutching his arm or resting her head against her shoulder, and he couldn’t help but respond by holding her closer to him. He was determined to be the utmost gentleman with her though. After all, the man she chose was well-mannered and unfailingly polite Tsuruga Ren, top star and consummate professional. She would never know about his messy past, never discover that her prince was actually a beast. He would be on his best behavior for her, become her knight, and make her happy.
That wasn’t to say he didn’t kiss her goodnight, or hello, (or even thank you). Even she expected that much from her boyfriend. (The thought of that word still launched him into the throes of euphoria, three months after the fact.) The initiative was always his but he would linger if she did, let her take from him whatever comfort and assurance she needed, always careful to keep a vise on his own needs.
A hand on his brought him out of his thoughts and he realized Kyoko was peering at him quizzically. Had she asked him a question?
“Are you alright? You look like you’re frustrated about something.” She touched the furrow of his brow and it smoothed immediately under her fingertips.
“It’s nothing,” he said, grabbing her fingers and kissing them. She looked at him with a disbelieving pout, which he couldn’t help but lightly kiss away. Her hand on his cheek stopped him from pulling away and she leaned in to kiss him again, firmly pressing her lips against his. He turned and lowered his head to give her easier access and the hand on his cheek moved to the nape of his neck, nails scraping lightly there. His heart pounded and he held back a moan, gently trying to pull away, but she only followed him back. Her hand now gripped his shoulder while the other rested on his chest, one knee on the couch propping her up so she could reach his mouth. He steadied her with a hand on her waist, which he fought to keep from sliding lower.
It was a heady sensation, Kyoko leaning over him, her knee nudging his while she balanced her weight on his shoulder. His hand tightened on her waist as she pulled away to breathe, her half-lidded gaze locked on his and he leaned in again before he could think about what he was doing. She met him halfway, bringing her other knee up onto the couch, inches from climbing into his lap. He brought his other hand to the space between her shoulders, pulling her closer. His mouth left her lips and trailed down her jaw line, to the fluttering skin at her pulse, nipping there.
“Ren,” she whimpered, and he froze. He loosened his hold on her and rested his forehead against to her shoulder, willing himself to calm down. He’d gotten carried away. It was not Tsuruga Ren who held her in his arms now. Kuon had taken over at some point and given in to his desire. Ren struggled to push that damaged creature back into his hole and regain control before letting Kyoko see his face. When he felt calm enough, he kissed her softly on the forehead and pulled away.
“It’s getting late, Kyoko.” Her eyes followed him as he stood up and turned off the TV that had been on, unnoticed this whole time. “You should probably head home. Don’t you have to film tomorrow?” There was a dazed look in her eyes, before his words sunk in. He smiled softly at her. “Come on, I’ll drive you.” She chirped in assent before hopping off the couch and slipping on her shoes. He hesitated before grabbing his keys, making sure that his facade was still in tact. The key to staying in character is knowing when to let genuine emotion through, and he was treading a very thin line with Kyoko. Hizuri Kuon was desperately in love with her and even Tsuruga Ren, who he’d been portraying comfortably for almost 5 years, was having trouble maintaining a leash on him. If there was anything Kuon could offer her, Ren would have let her know about him from the beginning. But there was nothing, not one redeemable quality in that sorry excuse for a man and he’d be damned if he let another selfish brat ruin Kyoko’s life. Even if it was himself.