OOC: Holy crap its long :O (2040 words)
She'd just spent the last couple weeks...in hell.
The whole time had been disaster after disaster, all compounded into the several weeks that she'd spent with her family. And 'friends'. Miho scoffed as she dropped her bags onto the floor of her kitchen, bringing up her hands to rubbed away the bone-deep exhaustion she felt, looking worse for wear than she ever had in her life. Her hair was a tangled mess, her clothes rumpled. But she resigned herself to the couch after kicking off her shoes and curling up. 7 weeks she'd been gone. Used up all of her vacation time in one single visit to her family. All of it. 7 weeks of being completely miserable while her mother fired off interrogation after interrogation, questions about work, life, boyfriends, down to the littlest most obscure questions like what color of underwear did she wear now? Her mother thought she could tell a persons true behavior by the color of their panties.
Yes. She was that weird.
The first week had been smooth sailing however. She'd shown up, to her parents delight, and began to unpack her bags into her old dresser that her mother kept. She'd been flattered, more than thrilled to see her old bedroom - and she felt so proud that her parents would set it up the exact same way it looked before she left home. She'd laid on her bed, inhaled the soft lavender scent on her pillows before she headed downstairs again. This is where the trouble started. Because downstairs...downstairs was...a face she'd never wanted to see again. Those full lips, olive skin...his messy black hair and his green eyes full of mischief. The most handsome man she'd been with, dated and fallen in love with...Gregory Killroch. With his stature of 6'6, broad chest and shoulders, tapering waist and legs that seemed to go on forever. Miho had felt the flutter in her heart...until she heard it. That voice. Screeching and blood curdling (at least to Miho).
Rebecca Heinesworth ne Killroch. A petite blonde with about as much I.Q as a vacuum cleaner, and the looks of a rabid pestilence infested badger. Miho's face set in a scowl - so...that was the surprise her mother decided to give to her. A visit with her newly married ex-boyfriend.
"..Gregory." Miho started stiffly, "How nice to see you." After you broke my heart and left me in a gutter, you son-of-a-bitch. Gregory looked up from the coffee he had been drinking to flash her one of his most patent 'get the girl in bed' smiles. "I see you brought your wife with you." The word 'wife' had been said in a voice of someone who'd just stepped in something disgusting.
"You look beautiful as ever, Miho..." Came his rich voice, so full of his boyish charms...Miho scowled. "I'd begun to wonder if you'd forgotten about me, doll...you never showed up at the wedding." And Miho's heart clenched, but she blew out a strong breath to calm herself. His powers of seduction would not work on her . Not again.
"...Cut the crap, Gregory. You know why I didn't show up, because I'm not using the 'I was busy' excuse anymore." She snapped at him, thankful her parents were in the kitchen to make sure Rebecca didn't set anything on fire. Gregory had the gall to look hurt, but Miho wouldn't back down.
"...Miho..." He started, his tone so full of hurt, "I really wanted you there...I missed you-" She snapped something at him in her native language, and his cheeks colored suddenly as a shocked expressed filtered into his face. Miho dragged a hand through her hair irritably, before turning on her heel.
"I'm going to the grocery store, Gregory. Tell my parents - " She was cut off by his sudden standing, his eyes wide, "I'll go with you." And that was the final decision it seemed. He dipped into the kitchen to let the other's know, before he grabbed a resisting Miho's hand to drag her out the door - she didn't want him to go with her! She didn't want to be around him at all. She tried to tug her slender hand from his grip, but to no avail.
"Gregory! Let me go, now! This is entirely unwanted! You're a total bastard, let me go!" She hissed at him until they were beside his car - A Porsche Boxster RS 60 Spyder. It gleamed a deceptive black-purple color, and made her stomach clench with brief excitement. She didn't want to get in this car, not with Gregory...this kind of car brought feelings into her chest that she didn't want. She clenched her fingers to her jacket, holding it tight against her chest as he opened the door for her. She didn't want this. So why was she getting into the car? She sat in the plush leather stiffly after clicking her seat belt closed, feeling it constricting against her chest, like it was trying to trap her in. Gregory got into the car, starting it up with a rumble before belting himself in. Silence reigned over them as he pulled away from the house, driving them to the store.
"Miho...I would like to talk to you." He started softly, licking his lips as he took his eyes off the road for the briefest moment to look at her. "..Please, can we talk?" He asked quietly.
"Whats there to talk about?" She asked coldly, crossing her arms over her chest to ward off any sort of feeling that might try to wriggle into her chest. She would not feel sorry for him, she wouldn't feel sorry for his liquid emerald eyes, his imploring look or his handsome face. Not at all. Never ever. So why was she conceding? "Alright...fine. What is it, Gregory?" Like she didn't know.
"...I..I've been wanting to apologize for what I did. I still hate myself for it...for using you like I did..." He said softly, clenching the steering wheel. "...It was never my intention to hurt you...honestly it wasn't. I...just had no idea how serious you were about us, I thought it was all a game." He confessed, and Miho bit her lip to keep from exploding. Didn't think she was /serious/? Ugh, what a total man excuse. "I thought we were just fooling around...one last fling for me, before I got married...I...just had no idea that you were serious about us being together."
Miho pressed a slender gloved hand to her eyes, trying to push the tears away but it wasn't working at all. She hated him. Hated this. Hated how he made her feel even after a year of being away from him, regrowing herself, rebuilding everything he broke inside of her. And here he was again - married and trying to win her back? She didn't understand what Gregory was trying to, or say...what he was trying to make her feel was impossible now and she wanted to tell him that, but the words couldn't even reach her lips before they died away. Gregory was looking at her expectantly, but she refused to even glance at him as she took a shuddering breath.
"We're here. Come on, Gregory..." She mumbled, getting out of the car as gracefully as possible - stiletto heels, a short skirt with her leather jacket on and her Louis Vuitton handbag, combined with her sunglasses she looked like some sort of...Hollywood movie star. Gregory was out of the car, locking it up as he tried to hurry to catch up with Miho. He slowed to a walking pace when he caught up with her, but she wasn't looking at him at all, her pretty face set in an intense look of concentration.
"...You look gorgeous, Miho..." He commented as she grabbed one of the trolly's, and she froze a little - she hated his voice, how smooth it was like one of the little caramel hard candies. She swallowed and put her purse in the basket. "Thank you, Gregory." She replied stiffly. Leaving the defeated man behind she walked into the store.
She swiped her gold card through the machine, pleased when it rang up. Gregory was loading the bags into the trolly when Miho noticed the envious stare of the checker lady. The lady met her gaze, blushing a little.
"You're very lucky to have him. He's very handsome..." She told Miho, who floundered but stiffened when she felt Gregory's hand on her lower back and his chest against her shoulder as he encircled his arms around her briefly. "Actually...I'm lucky to have her." He said, flashing his usual smile to the woman, leaning down to press a kiss to Miho's unresponsive lips - he felt her freeze up completely, violet eyes wide with surprise. He turned away as he grabbed the small coffee drink he'd bought from the counter. Miho stared at him flabbergasted as she tried to comprehend what he just implied. And did. "..Have a good day!" Miho got out in a strangled voice as she prowled towards Gregory who was conveniently heading for the exit - he knew what was behind him, Tornado Miho. He'd at least like to get out of the store before she tore him a new one, but still it had felt so fucking nice to have her lips against his again, and he could feel a pleasant burn through his system.
Miho had caught up to him, but thankfully (for him) said nothing yet. He supposed she'd explode on him in the car - he unlocked the trunk and loaded up the groceries under her steely gaze, feeling the fire on the side of his face - damnit, she was evil when she wanted to be.
"Why did you do that?" She asked him, voice tight. "Why did you kiss me in front of all those people - you're married, what would they say if they saw your ring...hey! Wheres your wedding ring?!" She snapped, pointed accusingly at his ringless finger. He smiled guiltily, he'd taken it off sometime in the store was she was ignoring him.
"I never knew you to get so uptight about a kiss." He told her as he closed the trunk, watching Miho scoff - "If you call that a kiss." She sneered at him. Something twitched inside of Gregory - he took three measured steps to her, grabbing her shoulders. She looked up at him in surprise.
"Then...lets rectify that." He said, pushing her sunglasses up and out of the way before he crushed her up against him arms around her back as hils mouth fit over hers firmly. Miho tried to punch him into the chest, trying to strain from the kiss as she felt that familiar heat building up inside of her, her hands fisting into the material of his jacket when she felt the slick prod of his tongue. And for some reason, in a moment of weakness...she'd opened her mouth to him, receiving his tongue with a soft moan, her hands moving from his jacket to his hair, fingering through the wild black strands. He clutched her closer, hands firm on her hips now as he ate at her mouth, holding her so intimately close. It was going so well until her hands slid down from his hair and one of her fists made itself pretty welcome in his stomach - gasping he released her, and stared at Miho's flushed face.
"Don't ever do that again." She hissed, yanking the door to the car open as he struggled for breath, and slamming it closed. Gregory stared at the woman thing in his car, the force she'd hit him with still making him feel winded. But he'd been thoroughly chastised by that action so he soberly got into the car, started it up without so much as a glance to Miho and drove back to the house. He was left to bring up the groceries as Miho ran into the house, tugged off her shoes, before escaping to her room and locking the door.
What a way to start her vacation.
The whole time had been disaster after disaster, all compounded into the several weeks that she'd spent with her family. And 'friends'. Miho scoffed as she dropped her bags onto the floor of her kitchen, bringing up her hands to rubbed away the bone-deep exhaustion she felt, looking worse for wear than she ever had in her life. Her hair was a tangled mess, her clothes rumpled. But she resigned herself to the couch after kicking off her shoes and curling up. 7 weeks she'd been gone. Used up all of her vacation time in one single visit to her family. All of it. 7 weeks of being completely miserable while her mother fired off interrogation after interrogation, questions about work, life, boyfriends, down to the littlest most obscure questions like what color of underwear did she wear now? Her mother thought she could tell a persons true behavior by the color of their panties.
Yes. She was that weird.
The first week had been smooth sailing however. She'd shown up, to her parents delight, and began to unpack her bags into her old dresser that her mother kept. She'd been flattered, more than thrilled to see her old bedroom - and she felt so proud that her parents would set it up the exact same way it looked before she left home. She'd laid on her bed, inhaled the soft lavender scent on her pillows before she headed downstairs again. This is where the trouble started. Because downstairs...downstairs was...a face she'd never wanted to see again. Those full lips, olive skin...his messy black hair and his green eyes full of mischief. The most handsome man she'd been with, dated and fallen in love with...Gregory Killroch. With his stature of 6'6, broad chest and shoulders, tapering waist and legs that seemed to go on forever. Miho had felt the flutter in her heart...until she heard it. That voice. Screeching and blood curdling (at least to Miho).
Rebecca Heinesworth ne Killroch. A petite blonde with about as much I.Q as a vacuum cleaner, and the looks of a rabid pestilence infested badger. Miho's face set in a scowl - so...that was the surprise her mother decided to give to her. A visit with her newly married ex-boyfriend.
"..Gregory." Miho started stiffly, "How nice to see you." After you broke my heart and left me in a gutter, you son-of-a-bitch. Gregory looked up from the coffee he had been drinking to flash her one of his most patent 'get the girl in bed' smiles. "I see you brought your wife with you." The word 'wife' had been said in a voice of someone who'd just stepped in something disgusting.
"You look beautiful as ever, Miho..." Came his rich voice, so full of his boyish charms...Miho scowled. "I'd begun to wonder if you'd forgotten about me, doll...you never showed up at the wedding." And Miho's heart clenched, but she blew out a strong breath to calm herself. His powers of seduction would not work on her . Not again.
"...Cut the crap, Gregory. You know why I didn't show up, because I'm not using the 'I was busy' excuse anymore." She snapped at him, thankful her parents were in the kitchen to make sure Rebecca didn't set anything on fire. Gregory had the gall to look hurt, but Miho wouldn't back down.
"...Miho..." He started, his tone so full of hurt, "I really wanted you there...I missed you-" She snapped something at him in her native language, and his cheeks colored suddenly as a shocked expressed filtered into his face. Miho dragged a hand through her hair irritably, before turning on her heel.
"I'm going to the grocery store, Gregory. Tell my parents - " She was cut off by his sudden standing, his eyes wide, "I'll go with you." And that was the final decision it seemed. He dipped into the kitchen to let the other's know, before he grabbed a resisting Miho's hand to drag her out the door - she didn't want him to go with her! She didn't want to be around him at all. She tried to tug her slender hand from his grip, but to no avail.
"Gregory! Let me go, now! This is entirely unwanted! You're a total bastard, let me go!" She hissed at him until they were beside his car - A Porsche Boxster RS 60 Spyder. It gleamed a deceptive black-purple color, and made her stomach clench with brief excitement. She didn't want to get in this car, not with Gregory...this kind of car brought feelings into her chest that she didn't want. She clenched her fingers to her jacket, holding it tight against her chest as he opened the door for her. She didn't want this. So why was she getting into the car? She sat in the plush leather stiffly after clicking her seat belt closed, feeling it constricting against her chest, like it was trying to trap her in. Gregory got into the car, starting it up with a rumble before belting himself in. Silence reigned over them as he pulled away from the house, driving them to the store.
"Miho...I would like to talk to you." He started softly, licking his lips as he took his eyes off the road for the briefest moment to look at her. "..Please, can we talk?" He asked quietly.
"Whats there to talk about?" She asked coldly, crossing her arms over her chest to ward off any sort of feeling that might try to wriggle into her chest. She would not feel sorry for him, she wouldn't feel sorry for his liquid emerald eyes, his imploring look or his handsome face. Not at all. Never ever. So why was she conceding? "Alright...fine. What is it, Gregory?" Like she didn't know.
"...I..I've been wanting to apologize for what I did. I still hate myself for it...for using you like I did..." He said softly, clenching the steering wheel. "...It was never my intention to hurt you...honestly it wasn't. I...just had no idea how serious you were about us, I thought it was all a game." He confessed, and Miho bit her lip to keep from exploding. Didn't think she was /serious/? Ugh, what a total man excuse. "I thought we were just fooling around...one last fling for me, before I got married...I...just had no idea that you were serious about us being together."
Miho pressed a slender gloved hand to her eyes, trying to push the tears away but it wasn't working at all. She hated him. Hated this. Hated how he made her feel even after a year of being away from him, regrowing herself, rebuilding everything he broke inside of her. And here he was again - married and trying to win her back? She didn't understand what Gregory was trying to, or say...what he was trying to make her feel was impossible now and she wanted to tell him that, but the words couldn't even reach her lips before they died away. Gregory was looking at her expectantly, but she refused to even glance at him as she took a shuddering breath.
"We're here. Come on, Gregory..." She mumbled, getting out of the car as gracefully as possible - stiletto heels, a short skirt with her leather jacket on and her Louis Vuitton handbag, combined with her sunglasses she looked like some sort of...Hollywood movie star. Gregory was out of the car, locking it up as he tried to hurry to catch up with Miho. He slowed to a walking pace when he caught up with her, but she wasn't looking at him at all, her pretty face set in an intense look of concentration.
"...You look gorgeous, Miho..." He commented as she grabbed one of the trolly's, and she froze a little - she hated his voice, how smooth it was like one of the little caramel hard candies. She swallowed and put her purse in the basket. "Thank you, Gregory." She replied stiffly. Leaving the defeated man behind she walked into the store.
She swiped her gold card through the machine, pleased when it rang up. Gregory was loading the bags into the trolly when Miho noticed the envious stare of the checker lady. The lady met her gaze, blushing a little.
"You're very lucky to have him. He's very handsome..." She told Miho, who floundered but stiffened when she felt Gregory's hand on her lower back and his chest against her shoulder as he encircled his arms around her briefly. "Actually...I'm lucky to have her." He said, flashing his usual smile to the woman, leaning down to press a kiss to Miho's unresponsive lips - he felt her freeze up completely, violet eyes wide with surprise. He turned away as he grabbed the small coffee drink he'd bought from the counter. Miho stared at him flabbergasted as she tried to comprehend what he just implied. And did. "..Have a good day!" Miho got out in a strangled voice as she prowled towards Gregory who was conveniently heading for the exit - he knew what was behind him, Tornado Miho. He'd at least like to get out of the store before she tore him a new one, but still it had felt so fucking nice to have her lips against his again, and he could feel a pleasant burn through his system.
Miho had caught up to him, but thankfully (for him) said nothing yet. He supposed she'd explode on him in the car - he unlocked the trunk and loaded up the groceries under her steely gaze, feeling the fire on the side of his face - damnit, she was evil when she wanted to be.
"Why did you do that?" She asked him, voice tight. "Why did you kiss me in front of all those people - you're married, what would they say if they saw your ring...hey! Wheres your wedding ring?!" She snapped, pointed accusingly at his ringless finger. He smiled guiltily, he'd taken it off sometime in the store was she was ignoring him.
"I never knew you to get so uptight about a kiss." He told her as he closed the trunk, watching Miho scoff - "If you call that a kiss." She sneered at him. Something twitched inside of Gregory - he took three measured steps to her, grabbing her shoulders. She looked up at him in surprise.
"Then...lets rectify that." He said, pushing her sunglasses up and out of the way before he crushed her up against him arms around her back as hils mouth fit over hers firmly. Miho tried to punch him into the chest, trying to strain from the kiss as she felt that familiar heat building up inside of her, her hands fisting into the material of his jacket when she felt the slick prod of his tongue. And for some reason, in a moment of weakness...she'd opened her mouth to him, receiving his tongue with a soft moan, her hands moving from his jacket to his hair, fingering through the wild black strands. He clutched her closer, hands firm on her hips now as he ate at her mouth, holding her so intimately close. It was going so well until her hands slid down from his hair and one of her fists made itself pretty welcome in his stomach - gasping he released her, and stared at Miho's flushed face.
"Don't ever do that again." She hissed, yanking the door to the car open as he struggled for breath, and slamming it closed. Gregory stared at the woman thing in his car, the force she'd hit him with still making him feel winded. But he'd been thoroughly chastised by that action so he soberly got into the car, started it up without so much as a glance to Miho and drove back to the house. He was left to bring up the groceries as Miho ran into the house, tugged off her shoes, before escaping to her room and locking the door.
What a way to start her vacation.