Fanfic: "Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" (Daiki/Satsuki, Kuroko no Basuke, T)
Title: "Girl with the Dragon Tattoo"
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke (The Basketball Which Kuroko Plays)
Status: Complete; one-shot.
Pairing: Aomine Daiki/Momoi Satsuki.
Rating: T.
Word Count: 2,906.
Summary: His hand froze on the way to his mouth, his pork meat piece suspended in mid-air between his chopsticks and his lips, which were now twisting into a scowl.
“Haa? You want to get a tattoo?”
Written for: Princess-oro
Prompt: Tattoo.
Written on: 29th March, 2013.
His hand froze on the way to his mouth, his pork meat piece suspended in mid-air between his chopsticks and his lips, which were now twisting into a scowl.
“Haa? You want to get a tattoo?”
“Yep, it’s the new fad among my co-workers! So I thought I could get one, too!” she says in a chirpy tone as though that was a perfectly plausible reason for one to deface their body.
All Daiki could do was stare at her, a muscle in his cheek slightly twitching while he tried to wrap his mind around what the hell she was just saying.
Oblivious to her beloved’s plight, Satsuki continued talking.
“I was thinking something like a rose or a flame. Or maybe even a dragon!” Her eyes were twinkling in excitement.
Daiki came out of his stupor long enough to hear the last suggestion.
“A dragon?” he reiterated in a deadpan tone.
“Yes, on my back!” she all but exclaimed, making Daiki’s eye twitch involuntarily. “Then I can be the girl with the dragon tattoo!”
She giggled, amused with her own pun, and still very much oblivious to her lover’s opinion of their current topic of conversation. She took a bite of her rice just as Daiki was putting his chopsticks down to glare heatedly at her.
“You haven’t even watched that movie yet…” he grumbled irately.
“Dai-chan, it was a book before it was a movie,” Satsuki clarified in that matter-of-fact, ‘how can you not know this’ tone that irked him endlessly even on his best of days.
And, currently, Daiki was not having one of the best of his days.
“I don’t care if it’s a theatrical play or whatever-you’re not getting anything tattooed on your body!”
This time his tone and claim were enough to catch her attention long enough to have her start realizing his disapproval for her idea. She shifted her dark crimson eyes to him, glaring heatedly at him across the dining table they were on.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? If I want to get a tattoo, then I will get one!”
His brows lowered dangerously over his eyes.
“No, you won’t,” he told her, an air of finality in his words.
“It’s my body, so it’s my decision to make, Dai-chan,” she told him in a terse tone, slamming her chopsticks down on the table, her appetite suddenly inexistent.
“Yes, and you’re making this decision based on the fact that, what, ‘everyone else is doing it’?” Her lips set into a firm frown at that. “So, if everyone else was jumping off bridges, would you?”
She scoffed, shaking her head at that.
“That’s totally different,” she told him and got up from the table, no longer willing to look at him for the time being.
“How is it different?” he demanded, having risen from his seat as well.
“How is it not?” she parried effortlessly, glaring daggers at him as she turned on her heel. “Besides, I don’t get what the big deal is-it’s just a tattoo!”
“Yes, just a goddamn dragon on your back-no biggie, right?” he retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“If you don’t like the idea of the dragon, just say so! I’ll get something smaller if a big one makes you uncomfortable,” she relented with a small sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose in an attempt to fight the oncoming migraine this conversation was giving her.
She almost jumped when Daiki slammed his hand on the counter behind her, effectively trapping her between the kitchen cupboard and himself. His eyes were flashing dangerously and, as annoyed as she was with him, being so close with him being so ardent about something he was trying to drive home with her, it made her mind veer off in different directions.
“I am uncomfortable with the whole idea of the tattoo, not with the fucking dragon!” he hissed out, bring his face to her eye level.
And then he was simply just playing unfair. Bringing his other hand to trace the line of her face was absolutely against the rules of a fair argument. Letting his breath fan against her cheek as he let his hand slide down from her face, to follow the curves of her shoulders and the small of her back, to her waist and hips, before he tugged her forward, bringing her in for a kiss.
“Promise me you won’t get any tattoos,” he said hoarsely once they part for air, both gasping for breath. “Promise me you won’t and tonight will be Satsuki Special,” he whispered huskily in her ear.
He wasn’t playing fair before, but now that’s outright dirty play.
In more meanings than one.
She whined pitifully, clinging to the front of his shirt while he lavished her neck with kisses.
“That’s not fair, Dai-chan,” she complained breathlessly. “This is blackmail.”
She can feel his smirk pressing against the side of her neck.
“How is this blackmail? I’m offering you something you will enjoy-several times over, too-in exchange for you doing something I want. Sounds like a perfect deal to me,” he told her, blowing warm air into her sensitive earlobe as he did so. His leg moved between hers, purposefully pressing against her body, making her moan when his thigh brushed against her. “What do you say?”
“This is emotional blackmail,” she all but whined, clinging even tighter to his arms since she could feel her legs giving out on her already while he started working his magic over her in all the ways he knew perfectly to disarm her.
“Just say the word, and we’re taking this to the bedroom,” he told her in that low sexy tone that always had her at his mercy.
“Fine! I promise!” she said with a pout, trying her best to push him away for a bit as she was petulantly displeased with him for doing this to her.
She didn’t get much of a chance to be annoyed, though, because her lover had her lifted up from the counter and in his embrace as he carried her unceremoniously towards their bedroom.
x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x
“Momoi-san, are you all right?” her co-worker asked when she delivered some folders to her desk. “You look really tired.”
Satsuki blinked up at the woman from behind her laptop screen, bleary eyes slowly focusing on the other woman. A wide yawn rose to her lips before she could stop herself.
“I’m fine,” she assured the other woman with a small smile. “Hey, Morizono-san, do you think it’s possible to die from happiness?”
Her companion gave her a confused look but, to her credit, did give Satsuki’s query some thought.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” she said at last with a small giggle behind her hand.
“How about from too intense or too many orgasmic blisses?”
At this, the younger woman blushed bright red as she regarded her pink-haired superior.
“W-w-what?”
Satsuki waved her hand, dismissing the other woman.
“Just talking to myself, don’t mind me,” she said offhandedly, getting back to the computer screen. “I’m a bit sleep-deprived, but I’ll be fine as soon as I catch up on some rest.”
Morizono nodded and retreated back to her working station, throwing a shy look at her team leader.
Momoi-san was definitely a piece of work, just as the company owners had promised her when they first offered her the job as her assistant.
x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x
“Momoi-san,” the woman spoke, bringing the pink-haired female out of her daydream. “Did you decide whether you felt like going to the tattoo shop?” she asked shyly, batting her pretty eyelashes at the former Touou manager.
Satsuki gave the question some thought. It was true that she had promised Dai-chan that she wouldn’t do it. Which was why she had spent a very interesting night (she lost count of how many times he’d brought her to an orgasm after the fourth one). As mind-blowing as it had been, and as guilty as she thought for telling him one thing and doing another, she still wanted to get that tattoo.
After all, she couldn’t see what the big deal was to begin with.
Plus, she’d get something small. Like a butterfly, or a rose. At the small of her back where it wouldn’t be visible most of the time. It would make a fine compliment to her already stunning looks, she believed.
Returning back to the present moment-she had a tendency to zone out today-she smiled back to her subordinate.
“Yeah, let’s go there after work today.”
The smile her co-worker gave her could’ve rivalled the brilliance of the sun.
x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x
She’d made up her mind, so feeling nervous now made no sense.
Still, that didn’t change the fact that she did feel incredibly nervous.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that… I’ve never lifted my shirt in front of anyone but Dai-chan, and it’s making me feel nervous now,” she chuckled uncomfortably, fidgeting in her seat.
The young man holding the needle threw her a lopsided smile.
“Childhood friend?” he ventured a guess while preparing the needle.
Satsuki tried not to let her slipping nerve show on her face as she eyed the sharp object in the tattooist’s hands.
“Yeah, you can say that.”
Suddenly the commotion going on outside the door of the room they were in drew in Satsuki’s attention.
Before she could make any comment, though, the door to the room burst open, a very pissed Daiki having kicked it. The jaws of all three occupants of the room dropped open, and Satsuki was the only one to recover fast enough to be able to form intelligent speech when the newcomer waltzed inside the premise, completely ignoring the tattooist’s secretary who was feebly trying to hold him back.
“Dai-chan! What are you doing here?!” she all but shrieked, making both her co-worker and the man with the needle gawk at them.
This was “Dai-chan”?
Somehow, the tattooist believed, calling a two-meter tall, very broad-shouldered and well-built bear of a man Dai-chan could lead to a lot of misunderstandings.
What was these two’s deal anyway?!
Daiki, on the other hand, let his sharp sapphire eyes scan the premise once, lingering just a bit longer on the tattooist-leaving the guy be only once he saw the cold shiver run down his spine-before he aimed his attention to Satsuki.
His brows narrowed over his eyes as he regarded her incredulous expression.
“I had a feeling you’d pull something like this. So I followed you after work, and, of course, here you are, doing exactly what I told you not to do-what you promised me not to do.”
Trust Dai-chan to know the perfect way to make her feel bad about something she shouldn’t be doing. Now he was guilt-tripping her, even though it was none of his business what she drew on her body.
“So you decided that stalking me here is a good idea-hey, wait a minute, let go of me!” Her rant was halted when Daiki grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her off of the table she was sitting on.
He was dragging her in direction toward the door with practiced ease before her screaming started getting too loud for his preference.
“Let go of me! You can’t tell me what I can do and what I cannot with my own body! I’m not your possession, you hear me?! Let go already! You can’t just drag me out of here like a toddler! I’m old enough to make my own decisions about my own body!”
At this, Daiki stopped and sighed deeply. He turned around and glared down at his lover who stared defiantly up at him, refusing to back down. He rolled his eyes, already tired with this argument.
So instead of continuing this nonsense, he grabbed Satsuki and held her like a potato sack over his shoulder, ignoring her screeching to put her down while she pounded with her tiny fists against her back.
“Sorry for the inconvenience, people,” he said, regarding the other three occupants in the room for the first time. He saluted them with his free hand before turning to walk out the door he had come from.
Satsuki’s screaming kept getting more and more muffled the more distance he put between them and the tattoo shop.
“Wow,” Morizono said when she finally got her bearings together. “Momoi-san’s fiancé sure is something, isn’t he?”
Her comment was met by two completely flabbergasted looks from the tattooist and his secretary.
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“This is super annoying, Dai-chan! Put me down already!”
When he ignored her and kept trudging towards their apartment, Satsuki started thrashing around even more violently.
“Do you plan to carry me like this all the way home?” she demanded scathingly, pushing against the back of his head.
“If I have to,” Daiki told her, completely unfazed by her rage.
“People are staring!” she screeched out, trying to wriggle out of his hold and failing. “Put me down already! Everyone is looking at us as if we’re weird!”
“If you stop struggling, maybe they’ll stop staring as much,” he suggested intelligently, making her glare heatedly at him.
Not that he could see since her upper half was draped over his shoulder and back.
Finally, she allowed some of her anger to ease up and instead of struggling to get out of his hold, she massaged her temples to calm herself down.
“Can you please put me down? This is seriously demeaning,” she told him sincerely, choosing a more acceptable tactic for appealing to him.
“So is being promised one thing and finding out that the promise meant nothing to you,” he told her in a steely tone.
And only the graveness of his voice told her just how truly upset he was with her.
His attempt at guilt-tripping her before hadn’t worked, but it was doing splendidly this time around.
She bit her lip, feeling bad about sneaking around behind his back to do the exact thing she had promised him not to do. As he carried her, taking step after step, she watched his feet move, feeling worse with every stride of his that they spent in this suffocating silence.
“I’m sorry,” she said barely above a whisper.
Daiki heaved another great sigh before stopping in his tracks. He put her down to her feet at last, but somehow she couldn’t savour the feeling as she was too busy staring guiltily at their feet.
As he looked down at her hunched form, some of Daiki’s annoyance started siphoning out of his system. At the very least, it seemed that it was finally through her thick skull that what she had pulled here was not at all nice.
Before she could get any more depressed, though, he pulled her into his arms, wrapping her tightly in his embrace. She rested her forehead against his shoulder with a small sigh.
“Satsuki, please let go of this tattoo idea,” he almost pleaded with her, his hold on her tightening.
“I just… I don’t get it. What does it matter?” she whispered against his chest as she held onto him as well. “It’s just a tiny little drawing. What difference does it make?”
He pulled away from her just enough to be able to look into her face. As he placed his forehead against hers, she felt herself unable to meet his imploring cerulean gaze.
“Your skin is so white, so smooth. It’s like porcelain.” He caressed her cheek, cupping her face gently. In doing so, he lifted her head enough to force her eyes to lock with his. “It’s so soft and pale. I really love that part about you.”
He leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips which whisked her breath away.
“You’re perfect the way you are, and having a tattoo on that perfect skin is going to be the same as sacrilege.”
She couldn’t help the small smile that spread on her lips then. The corners of his quirked up as well in response, his hand on the back of her neck massaging the supple flesh underneath lovingly.
“And, besides, the mere thought of someone else looking at that lovely bare back of yours makes me want to break something, not to mention someone else touching you.”
He kissed her again, this time longer, with much more passion. He kissed her, sliding his tongue in her mouth and pressing it against hers until he had her gasping in his arms. When they parted for air, Satsuki felt her body warm all over and found herself yearning for another kiss.
“Okay,” she agreed in a voice barely above a whisper. “No tattoos,” she promised again, this time meaning it.
The smile Daiki gave her made her already laboured breathing hitch in her throat.
“Let’s go home,” she said, willing herself to extricate herself from his embrace so they could make it the rest of their way to the abode they shared.
She laced her fingers with his as they walked, savouring the smile on her beloved’s face as she did so.
“I have some making up to you to do,” she said with a mischievous smile, licking her lips suggestively as the continued down their road.
She barely withheld the giggle that threatened to escape her mouth when Daiki’s stride quickened at the silent promise she had given him.
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke (The Basketball Which Kuroko Plays)
Status: Complete; one-shot.
Pairing: Aomine Daiki/Momoi Satsuki.
Rating: T.
Word Count: 2,906.
Summary: His hand froze on the way to his mouth, his pork meat piece suspended in mid-air between his chopsticks and his lips, which were now twisting into a scowl.
“Haa? You want to get a tattoo?”
Written for: Princess-oro
Prompt: Tattoo.
Written on: 29th March, 2013.
His hand froze on the way to his mouth, his pork meat piece suspended in mid-air between his chopsticks and his lips, which were now twisting into a scowl.
“Haa? You want to get a tattoo?”
“Yep, it’s the new fad among my co-workers! So I thought I could get one, too!” she says in a chirpy tone as though that was a perfectly plausible reason for one to deface their body.
All Daiki could do was stare at her, a muscle in his cheek slightly twitching while he tried to wrap his mind around what the hell she was just saying.
Oblivious to her beloved’s plight, Satsuki continued talking.
“I was thinking something like a rose or a flame. Or maybe even a dragon!” Her eyes were twinkling in excitement.
Daiki came out of his stupor long enough to hear the last suggestion.
“A dragon?” he reiterated in a deadpan tone.
“Yes, on my back!” she all but exclaimed, making Daiki’s eye twitch involuntarily. “Then I can be the girl with the dragon tattoo!”
She giggled, amused with her own pun, and still very much oblivious to her lover’s opinion of their current topic of conversation. She took a bite of her rice just as Daiki was putting his chopsticks down to glare heatedly at her.
“You haven’t even watched that movie yet…” he grumbled irately.
“Dai-chan, it was a book before it was a movie,” Satsuki clarified in that matter-of-fact, ‘how can you not know this’ tone that irked him endlessly even on his best of days.
And, currently, Daiki was not having one of the best of his days.
“I don’t care if it’s a theatrical play or whatever-you’re not getting anything tattooed on your body!”
This time his tone and claim were enough to catch her attention long enough to have her start realizing his disapproval for her idea. She shifted her dark crimson eyes to him, glaring heatedly at him across the dining table they were on.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? If I want to get a tattoo, then I will get one!”
His brows lowered dangerously over his eyes.
“No, you won’t,” he told her, an air of finality in his words.
“It’s my body, so it’s my decision to make, Dai-chan,” she told him in a terse tone, slamming her chopsticks down on the table, her appetite suddenly inexistent.
“Yes, and you’re making this decision based on the fact that, what, ‘everyone else is doing it’?” Her lips set into a firm frown at that. “So, if everyone else was jumping off bridges, would you?”
She scoffed, shaking her head at that.
“That’s totally different,” she told him and got up from the table, no longer willing to look at him for the time being.
“How is it different?” he demanded, having risen from his seat as well.
“How is it not?” she parried effortlessly, glaring daggers at him as she turned on her heel. “Besides, I don’t get what the big deal is-it’s just a tattoo!”
“Yes, just a goddamn dragon on your back-no biggie, right?” he retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“If you don’t like the idea of the dragon, just say so! I’ll get something smaller if a big one makes you uncomfortable,” she relented with a small sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose in an attempt to fight the oncoming migraine this conversation was giving her.
She almost jumped when Daiki slammed his hand on the counter behind her, effectively trapping her between the kitchen cupboard and himself. His eyes were flashing dangerously and, as annoyed as she was with him, being so close with him being so ardent about something he was trying to drive home with her, it made her mind veer off in different directions.
“I am uncomfortable with the whole idea of the tattoo, not with the fucking dragon!” he hissed out, bring his face to her eye level.
And then he was simply just playing unfair. Bringing his other hand to trace the line of her face was absolutely against the rules of a fair argument. Letting his breath fan against her cheek as he let his hand slide down from her face, to follow the curves of her shoulders and the small of her back, to her waist and hips, before he tugged her forward, bringing her in for a kiss.
“Promise me you won’t get any tattoos,” he said hoarsely once they part for air, both gasping for breath. “Promise me you won’t and tonight will be Satsuki Special,” he whispered huskily in her ear.
He wasn’t playing fair before, but now that’s outright dirty play.
In more meanings than one.
She whined pitifully, clinging to the front of his shirt while he lavished her neck with kisses.
“That’s not fair, Dai-chan,” she complained breathlessly. “This is blackmail.”
She can feel his smirk pressing against the side of her neck.
“How is this blackmail? I’m offering you something you will enjoy-several times over, too-in exchange for you doing something I want. Sounds like a perfect deal to me,” he told her, blowing warm air into her sensitive earlobe as he did so. His leg moved between hers, purposefully pressing against her body, making her moan when his thigh brushed against her. “What do you say?”
“This is emotional blackmail,” she all but whined, clinging even tighter to his arms since she could feel her legs giving out on her already while he started working his magic over her in all the ways he knew perfectly to disarm her.
“Just say the word, and we’re taking this to the bedroom,” he told her in that low sexy tone that always had her at his mercy.
“Fine! I promise!” she said with a pout, trying her best to push him away for a bit as she was petulantly displeased with him for doing this to her.
She didn’t get much of a chance to be annoyed, though, because her lover had her lifted up from the counter and in his embrace as he carried her unceremoniously towards their bedroom.
x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x
“Momoi-san, are you all right?” her co-worker asked when she delivered some folders to her desk. “You look really tired.”
Satsuki blinked up at the woman from behind her laptop screen, bleary eyes slowly focusing on the other woman. A wide yawn rose to her lips before she could stop herself.
“I’m fine,” she assured the other woman with a small smile. “Hey, Morizono-san, do you think it’s possible to die from happiness?”
Her companion gave her a confused look but, to her credit, did give Satsuki’s query some thought.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” she said at last with a small giggle behind her hand.
“How about from too intense or too many orgasmic blisses?”
At this, the younger woman blushed bright red as she regarded her pink-haired superior.
“W-w-what?”
Satsuki waved her hand, dismissing the other woman.
“Just talking to myself, don’t mind me,” she said offhandedly, getting back to the computer screen. “I’m a bit sleep-deprived, but I’ll be fine as soon as I catch up on some rest.”
Morizono nodded and retreated back to her working station, throwing a shy look at her team leader.
Momoi-san was definitely a piece of work, just as the company owners had promised her when they first offered her the job as her assistant.
x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x
“Momoi-san,” the woman spoke, bringing the pink-haired female out of her daydream. “Did you decide whether you felt like going to the tattoo shop?” she asked shyly, batting her pretty eyelashes at the former Touou manager.
Satsuki gave the question some thought. It was true that she had promised Dai-chan that she wouldn’t do it. Which was why she had spent a very interesting night (she lost count of how many times he’d brought her to an orgasm after the fourth one). As mind-blowing as it had been, and as guilty as she thought for telling him one thing and doing another, she still wanted to get that tattoo.
After all, she couldn’t see what the big deal was to begin with.
Plus, she’d get something small. Like a butterfly, or a rose. At the small of her back where it wouldn’t be visible most of the time. It would make a fine compliment to her already stunning looks, she believed.
Returning back to the present moment-she had a tendency to zone out today-she smiled back to her subordinate.
“Yeah, let’s go there after work today.”
The smile her co-worker gave her could’ve rivalled the brilliance of the sun.
x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x
She’d made up her mind, so feeling nervous now made no sense.
Still, that didn’t change the fact that she did feel incredibly nervous.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that… I’ve never lifted my shirt in front of anyone but Dai-chan, and it’s making me feel nervous now,” she chuckled uncomfortably, fidgeting in her seat.
The young man holding the needle threw her a lopsided smile.
“Childhood friend?” he ventured a guess while preparing the needle.
Satsuki tried not to let her slipping nerve show on her face as she eyed the sharp object in the tattooist’s hands.
“Yeah, you can say that.”
Suddenly the commotion going on outside the door of the room they were in drew in Satsuki’s attention.
Before she could make any comment, though, the door to the room burst open, a very pissed Daiki having kicked it. The jaws of all three occupants of the room dropped open, and Satsuki was the only one to recover fast enough to be able to form intelligent speech when the newcomer waltzed inside the premise, completely ignoring the tattooist’s secretary who was feebly trying to hold him back.
“Dai-chan! What are you doing here?!” she all but shrieked, making both her co-worker and the man with the needle gawk at them.
This was “Dai-chan”?
Somehow, the tattooist believed, calling a two-meter tall, very broad-shouldered and well-built bear of a man Dai-chan could lead to a lot of misunderstandings.
What was these two’s deal anyway?!
Daiki, on the other hand, let his sharp sapphire eyes scan the premise once, lingering just a bit longer on the tattooist-leaving the guy be only once he saw the cold shiver run down his spine-before he aimed his attention to Satsuki.
His brows narrowed over his eyes as he regarded her incredulous expression.
“I had a feeling you’d pull something like this. So I followed you after work, and, of course, here you are, doing exactly what I told you not to do-what you promised me not to do.”
Trust Dai-chan to know the perfect way to make her feel bad about something she shouldn’t be doing. Now he was guilt-tripping her, even though it was none of his business what she drew on her body.
“So you decided that stalking me here is a good idea-hey, wait a minute, let go of me!” Her rant was halted when Daiki grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her off of the table she was sitting on.
He was dragging her in direction toward the door with practiced ease before her screaming started getting too loud for his preference.
“Let go of me! You can’t tell me what I can do and what I cannot with my own body! I’m not your possession, you hear me?! Let go already! You can’t just drag me out of here like a toddler! I’m old enough to make my own decisions about my own body!”
At this, Daiki stopped and sighed deeply. He turned around and glared down at his lover who stared defiantly up at him, refusing to back down. He rolled his eyes, already tired with this argument.
So instead of continuing this nonsense, he grabbed Satsuki and held her like a potato sack over his shoulder, ignoring her screeching to put her down while she pounded with her tiny fists against her back.
“Sorry for the inconvenience, people,” he said, regarding the other three occupants in the room for the first time. He saluted them with his free hand before turning to walk out the door he had come from.
Satsuki’s screaming kept getting more and more muffled the more distance he put between them and the tattoo shop.
“Wow,” Morizono said when she finally got her bearings together. “Momoi-san’s fiancé sure is something, isn’t he?”
Her comment was met by two completely flabbergasted looks from the tattooist and his secretary.
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“This is super annoying, Dai-chan! Put me down already!”
When he ignored her and kept trudging towards their apartment, Satsuki started thrashing around even more violently.
“Do you plan to carry me like this all the way home?” she demanded scathingly, pushing against the back of his head.
“If I have to,” Daiki told her, completely unfazed by her rage.
“People are staring!” she screeched out, trying to wriggle out of his hold and failing. “Put me down already! Everyone is looking at us as if we’re weird!”
“If you stop struggling, maybe they’ll stop staring as much,” he suggested intelligently, making her glare heatedly at him.
Not that he could see since her upper half was draped over his shoulder and back.
Finally, she allowed some of her anger to ease up and instead of struggling to get out of his hold, she massaged her temples to calm herself down.
“Can you please put me down? This is seriously demeaning,” she told him sincerely, choosing a more acceptable tactic for appealing to him.
“So is being promised one thing and finding out that the promise meant nothing to you,” he told her in a steely tone.
And only the graveness of his voice told her just how truly upset he was with her.
His attempt at guilt-tripping her before hadn’t worked, but it was doing splendidly this time around.
She bit her lip, feeling bad about sneaking around behind his back to do the exact thing she had promised him not to do. As he carried her, taking step after step, she watched his feet move, feeling worse with every stride of his that they spent in this suffocating silence.
“I’m sorry,” she said barely above a whisper.
Daiki heaved another great sigh before stopping in his tracks. He put her down to her feet at last, but somehow she couldn’t savour the feeling as she was too busy staring guiltily at their feet.
As he looked down at her hunched form, some of Daiki’s annoyance started siphoning out of his system. At the very least, it seemed that it was finally through her thick skull that what she had pulled here was not at all nice.
Before she could get any more depressed, though, he pulled her into his arms, wrapping her tightly in his embrace. She rested her forehead against his shoulder with a small sigh.
“Satsuki, please let go of this tattoo idea,” he almost pleaded with her, his hold on her tightening.
“I just… I don’t get it. What does it matter?” she whispered against his chest as she held onto him as well. “It’s just a tiny little drawing. What difference does it make?”
He pulled away from her just enough to be able to look into her face. As he placed his forehead against hers, she felt herself unable to meet his imploring cerulean gaze.
“Your skin is so white, so smooth. It’s like porcelain.” He caressed her cheek, cupping her face gently. In doing so, he lifted her head enough to force her eyes to lock with his. “It’s so soft and pale. I really love that part about you.”
He leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips which whisked her breath away.
“You’re perfect the way you are, and having a tattoo on that perfect skin is going to be the same as sacrilege.”
She couldn’t help the small smile that spread on her lips then. The corners of his quirked up as well in response, his hand on the back of her neck massaging the supple flesh underneath lovingly.
“And, besides, the mere thought of someone else looking at that lovely bare back of yours makes me want to break something, not to mention someone else touching you.”
He kissed her again, this time longer, with much more passion. He kissed her, sliding his tongue in her mouth and pressing it against hers until he had her gasping in his arms. When they parted for air, Satsuki felt her body warm all over and found herself yearning for another kiss.
“Okay,” she agreed in a voice barely above a whisper. “No tattoos,” she promised again, this time meaning it.
The smile Daiki gave her made her already laboured breathing hitch in her throat.
“Let’s go home,” she said, willing herself to extricate herself from his embrace so they could make it the rest of their way to the abode they shared.
She laced her fingers with his as they walked, savouring the smile on her beloved’s face as she did so.
“I have some making up to you to do,” she said with a mischievous smile, licking her lips suggestively as the continued down their road.
She barely withheld the giggle that threatened to escape her mouth when Daiki’s stride quickened at the silent promise she had given him.