DREAM Snippet
Aoshi Shinomori finished the report on his laptop. Hitting the save button, he tried to stretch his hamstrings without disturbing the sleeping head on his lap. He looked down at her, not quite sure of what was happening between them but happy about it all the same. He gently blew her bangs from her face and let his lips touch her forehead.
Almost there, he thought. Just a few more months. Freedom was so close that he could almost feel the sun on his back, thinking of her by the beach, perhaps with a ring about her finger…
“Aoshi.”
He had dozed off, slouched still in a sitting position, his face inches away from hers on his lap. He smiled. She started to wriggle, stretching her arms out, further closing the space between their noses. Aoshi leaned down for her lips, but she somehow managed to smoothly roll off his legs without hitting his small coffee table on which he was working and stand up as if he wasn’t even there. Aoshi looked after her softly padding feet, watching her disappear into his kitchen. He smiled.
He can still remember that day.
Misao wrote as fast as her abused hand would allow. Being a secretary was no mean feat, she thought grumpily to herself. But if she wanted a good cover, this was how it was going to be. So, Misao Makimachi, snoop extraordinaire, may have been reduced to taking coffee orders and setting appointments for the ice-cold giant, Shinomori, but that didn’t mean she was going to take all of this lying down.
“And when you’re done informing Dr. Takani of my schedule change-“
“You want three-shots of espresso in the dark. Two spoonfuls of sugar, no cream.” Misao, cutting Shinomori off.
Aoshi looked at her surprised. He really shouldn’t have been, considering that she had been working for him for a couple of months now. When Takani suggested he take on a secretary, he wasn’t quite sure what she had in mind. Though he did know that both he and Takani lacked the imagination to ever dream up this girl. Spunk and sass, wrapped tightly in a neat pencil skirt and a blouse-vest that gave everything and nothing away of her figure.
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
She turned on her stiletto heels and took the corridor leading to the stairs. She hated waiting on the elevators. Aoshi smiled. Shaking his head at his own self-admission that he was quite amused with her, he turned to his desk and saw that he had forgotten to give her his outgoing memos. Glad for an excuse to maybe spend another minute in her company, or perhaps grab coffee with her, he took after her in a brisk walk. Turning the corner into the corridor towards the stairs, he saw her disappear upwards through the door window.
Upstairs. The labs.
Shinomori frowned.
Misao half-ran towards the door where they kept the red-head. She had finally been granted her very own skeleton key, thanks to Sagara. She turned the doorknob free and slowly, very quietly, walked into the room.
To her dismay, the red-haired man was not there. She wasn’t surprised though. With what she saw the night before last, with his hostile attitude to Dr. Kamiya, she didn’t think they were going to keep him for too long. Shame though. She would have been able to manhandle him for an interview. Ah well.
She looked around the room and saw that there was a box of files at the foot of his empty bed. Raising an eyebrow at the obvious carelessness of whoever left it, she nonetheless very sexily cat walked the remaining distance between her and her price. Lifting the box onto the bed, she scanned the file folders’ names until she found a couple that caught her eye. Shoving them into her tote bag, she exited the patient room and proceeded to the next door that led into the observation room. The first room where she saw the two lovers. She dubbed them “Romeo and Juliet” in her mind, feeling the itch of her fingers to grab the nearest pen and write the bubbling love story that would surely win her some literary prize.
The observation room was still in operation. Granted, all the monitors showed flat lines because it had no organs to observe, but at least the computer wasn’t logged out yet. Weird. He must have been removed just now, and she missed it. She dug into her blouse and fished out a charm necklace that held a small steel cube: her USB.
She didn’t know what to think of this. She just knew that she was sort of semi-lucky to be able to stick her USB into the computer and download all recently modified documents from his file. Completely lucky, she told herself, would have been watching them take him out of the room and hearing some snippet of conversation that might direct her to where he was being taken.
“Where are you, Himura?” she murmured to herself.
“He’s being taken to our headquarter laboratories in Aizu.”
She stiffened and slowly turned on her heels. Shinomori leaned casually at the doorframe, his hands in his pockets. A cellphone beeped, and he took his out and scanned its screen.
“Graduate from Tokyo, journalism. Masters in literature. Working for the government AND the city’s newspaper.” He read out loud to her, his rhythm steady and his poise completely relaxed.
“I was too lazy to get my doctorate.”
“I have three.”
“Show-off.”
Aoshi tried not to smile. Oh he tried hard.
Misao smiled back and turned towards the computer to finish up. She logged out and walked towards him, while returning the USB to her charm necklace. She just finished stuffing her necklace into her blouse when Aoshi placed a careful finger upon its cold chain, low into her cleavage. His fingers very slowly smoothed over a part of her chest as he fished out the USB charm. He brought it up to her face, which was the farthest it he could get it, and he leaned down to inspect it. Curious, he thought. That’s almost as small as his very own.
He stood up straight again and let go of the necklace, his eyes finally registering the invitingly dark look on her face.
“Put it back where you found it.”
Aoshi’s eyes widened, he tried to say something, but decided against it. He closed his gaping mouth and took the USB in his fingers. Keeping his eyes on his own hand, he tucked the USB and charm necklace deep into her blouse, and slowly backed away from her.
She walked out of the room and into the hall, giving him one lidded glance as she walked past him. She kept walking towards the stairs as Aoshi sized her up from behind.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t keep CD’s in my ass or anything like that. My thongs are too stringy, I’m sure you know.” Misao reached the door to the stairs. “Come on, you’re paying for coffee.”
“I’m paying for coffee?”
“You cop a feel, you owe me an interview. You check out my butt, you buy the coffee.” Misao placed both hands on her hips and tapped her feet impatiently. “I haven’t got all day. Working for both the government and the paper is hard enough without you being a pain in my ass.”
Aoshi chuckled, thinking that he was right. No extent of his own imagination could ever have prepared him for her. Takani on the other hand must have reasons for hiring her anyways. Ah well. He was just going to have to play along.
With the air of an expert playboy, he drove a hand through his hair and walked the remaining distance between them. Stopping only some inches from her impatient figure, he looked down at her with a small smirk.
“Will buying you dinner allow me to do other things to your ass besides causing pain?”
Much to his very pleasant surprise, Misao stood on her toes so that her lips barely touched his.
“I kind of like pain.”
And with that, she opened the door and walked down the stairs, looking back only to give him a small seductive smile-
Aoshi felt her lips move his as she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. He opened his eyes as she backed away allowing him to breathe. He was lying down on the floor, his head trapped between her arms that had her propped up.
“How long have I been sleeping?”
“Ten minutes ago you were still sitting up.” Misao said as she reached towards the coffee table for their mugs. Dark coffee, three shots, two spoonfuls of sugar. Aoshi smiled and squeezed her small waste before accepting her offering. “Should I call for chinese?”
“It’s been a while since I took you out, why don’t we go get some pasta?”
“Okay.” She finished her coffee and stood up. Taking his hand, she pulled him to his feet with little trouble. “You’re starting to stink.” She wriggled her nose at him as she fingered the buttons on his shirt.
“Yeah, you should give me a bath.”
“Why should I?” She protested as she picked her up from the floor with ease.
“You steal a kiss, you wash my back.”
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I love it :D
Almost there, he thought. Just a few more months. Freedom was so close that he could almost feel the sun on his back, thinking of her by the beach, perhaps with a ring about her finger…
“Aoshi.”
He had dozed off, slouched still in a sitting position, his face inches away from hers on his lap. He smiled. She started to wriggle, stretching her arms out, further closing the space between their noses. Aoshi leaned down for her lips, but she somehow managed to smoothly roll off his legs without hitting his small coffee table on which he was working and stand up as if he wasn’t even there. Aoshi looked after her softly padding feet, watching her disappear into his kitchen. He smiled.
He can still remember that day.
Misao wrote as fast as her abused hand would allow. Being a secretary was no mean feat, she thought grumpily to herself. But if she wanted a good cover, this was how it was going to be. So, Misao Makimachi, snoop extraordinaire, may have been reduced to taking coffee orders and setting appointments for the ice-cold giant, Shinomori, but that didn’t mean she was going to take all of this lying down.
“And when you’re done informing Dr. Takani of my schedule change-“
“You want three-shots of espresso in the dark. Two spoonfuls of sugar, no cream.” Misao, cutting Shinomori off.
Aoshi looked at her surprised. He really shouldn’t have been, considering that she had been working for him for a couple of months now. When Takani suggested he take on a secretary, he wasn’t quite sure what she had in mind. Though he did know that both he and Takani lacked the imagination to ever dream up this girl. Spunk and sass, wrapped tightly in a neat pencil skirt and a blouse-vest that gave everything and nothing away of her figure.
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
She turned on her stiletto heels and took the corridor leading to the stairs. She hated waiting on the elevators. Aoshi smiled. Shaking his head at his own self-admission that he was quite amused with her, he turned to his desk and saw that he had forgotten to give her his outgoing memos. Glad for an excuse to maybe spend another minute in her company, or perhaps grab coffee with her, he took after her in a brisk walk. Turning the corner into the corridor towards the stairs, he saw her disappear upwards through the door window.
Upstairs. The labs.
Shinomori frowned.
Misao half-ran towards the door where they kept the red-head. She had finally been granted her very own skeleton key, thanks to Sagara. She turned the doorknob free and slowly, very quietly, walked into the room.
To her dismay, the red-haired man was not there. She wasn’t surprised though. With what she saw the night before last, with his hostile attitude to Dr. Kamiya, she didn’t think they were going to keep him for too long. Shame though. She would have been able to manhandle him for an interview. Ah well.
She looked around the room and saw that there was a box of files at the foot of his empty bed. Raising an eyebrow at the obvious carelessness of whoever left it, she nonetheless very sexily cat walked the remaining distance between her and her price. Lifting the box onto the bed, she scanned the file folders’ names until she found a couple that caught her eye. Shoving them into her tote bag, she exited the patient room and proceeded to the next door that led into the observation room. The first room where she saw the two lovers. She dubbed them “Romeo and Juliet” in her mind, feeling the itch of her fingers to grab the nearest pen and write the bubbling love story that would surely win her some literary prize.
The observation room was still in operation. Granted, all the monitors showed flat lines because it had no organs to observe, but at least the computer wasn’t logged out yet. Weird. He must have been removed just now, and she missed it. She dug into her blouse and fished out a charm necklace that held a small steel cube: her USB.
She didn’t know what to think of this. She just knew that she was sort of semi-lucky to be able to stick her USB into the computer and download all recently modified documents from his file. Completely lucky, she told herself, would have been watching them take him out of the room and hearing some snippet of conversation that might direct her to where he was being taken.
“Where are you, Himura?” she murmured to herself.
“He’s being taken to our headquarter laboratories in Aizu.”
She stiffened and slowly turned on her heels. Shinomori leaned casually at the doorframe, his hands in his pockets. A cellphone beeped, and he took his out and scanned its screen.
“Graduate from Tokyo, journalism. Masters in literature. Working for the government AND the city’s newspaper.” He read out loud to her, his rhythm steady and his poise completely relaxed.
“I was too lazy to get my doctorate.”
“I have three.”
“Show-off.”
Aoshi tried not to smile. Oh he tried hard.
Misao smiled back and turned towards the computer to finish up. She logged out and walked towards him, while returning the USB to her charm necklace. She just finished stuffing her necklace into her blouse when Aoshi placed a careful finger upon its cold chain, low into her cleavage. His fingers very slowly smoothed over a part of her chest as he fished out the USB charm. He brought it up to her face, which was the farthest it he could get it, and he leaned down to inspect it. Curious, he thought. That’s almost as small as his very own.
He stood up straight again and let go of the necklace, his eyes finally registering the invitingly dark look on her face.
“Put it back where you found it.”
Aoshi’s eyes widened, he tried to say something, but decided against it. He closed his gaping mouth and took the USB in his fingers. Keeping his eyes on his own hand, he tucked the USB and charm necklace deep into her blouse, and slowly backed away from her.
She walked out of the room and into the hall, giving him one lidded glance as she walked past him. She kept walking towards the stairs as Aoshi sized her up from behind.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t keep CD’s in my ass or anything like that. My thongs are too stringy, I’m sure you know.” Misao reached the door to the stairs. “Come on, you’re paying for coffee.”
“I’m paying for coffee?”
“You cop a feel, you owe me an interview. You check out my butt, you buy the coffee.” Misao placed both hands on her hips and tapped her feet impatiently. “I haven’t got all day. Working for both the government and the paper is hard enough without you being a pain in my ass.”
Aoshi chuckled, thinking that he was right. No extent of his own imagination could ever have prepared him for her. Takani on the other hand must have reasons for hiring her anyways. Ah well. He was just going to have to play along.
With the air of an expert playboy, he drove a hand through his hair and walked the remaining distance between them. Stopping only some inches from her impatient figure, he looked down at her with a small smirk.
“Will buying you dinner allow me to do other things to your ass besides causing pain?”
Much to his very pleasant surprise, Misao stood on her toes so that her lips barely touched his.
“I kind of like pain.”
And with that, she opened the door and walked down the stairs, looking back only to give him a small seductive smile-
Aoshi felt her lips move his as she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. He opened his eyes as she backed away allowing him to breathe. He was lying down on the floor, his head trapped between her arms that had her propped up.
“How long have I been sleeping?”
“Ten minutes ago you were still sitting up.” Misao said as she reached towards the coffee table for their mugs. Dark coffee, three shots, two spoonfuls of sugar. Aoshi smiled and squeezed her small waste before accepting her offering. “Should I call for chinese?”
“It’s been a while since I took you out, why don’t we go get some pasta?”
“Okay.” She finished her coffee and stood up. Taking his hand, she pulled him to his feet with little trouble. “You’re starting to stink.” She wriggled her nose at him as she fingered the buttons on his shirt.
“Yeah, you should give me a bath.”
“Why should I?” She protested as she picked her up from the floor with ease.
“You steal a kiss, you wash my back.”
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I love it :D