FIC: Shishido
Urgh, urge to write, nothing to wriiiiite. T_T
She was pretty, Shishido would give her that much. She was also willing, and the way she giggled when his hands teased their way up her sides and then around to unhook her bra was encouraging.
But despite how nice she was, how responsive she was when he finally slid into her, it felt bittersweet knowing he couldn't be there when she woke up. He lay on top of her, trying not to squish her, when both of them were spent and panting. He gave her a rough smile and she gave him a quiet moan when he slipped out and pressed a kiss to her neck.
He wasn't sure if he was supposed to thank her or not, as if she'd just been doing it as a favor to him. He felt a pang in his chest as he realized it almost was. He caressed her side, her hip, her soft breast, and then nuzzled against her neck, breathing in the fruity scent of whatever shampoo she'd used. He settled with a mumbled "good night" and pulled the blankets up over them, letting her curl up against him.
He couldn't tell how long he lay there awake, feeling her breathing even out, holding her to him. He hadn't dared to tell her that he was leaving in just a few hours for work, and that they would probably never meet again. He couldn't afford to call her, to do anything more than a one-night stand. He murmured an apology against her skin. He would have liked to have a girlfriend, maybe even someone like this pretty and playful Kimiko, but as the lawyer to the most wanted criminal in town, it wouldn't work. He couldn't bring someone into a life like that. Nor could he give a girlfriend the attention she needed. It was work, day in and day out.
He must have dozed off, because when he woke again the sky was lightening. The sun still wasn't up, but that didn't mean Shishido didn't have to be. He carefully extracted himself from against Kimiko, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead and went to take a shower. When he got out, he wrote a note explaining he was at work, and wouldn't be back in time to see her off, but she was free to make use of anything and leave on her own time.
Then it was on with the suit, on with the shoes, and out to his car, 6 floors below. The drive was short, but he drove anyway. He could afford all sorts of luxury, but had no time for it unless he made it. He entered the office across the street, where he could even look out the windows of the lounge and see his apartment window. Maybe Kimiko was awake already, maybe she wasn't.
It didn't matter, he wouldn't be seeing her again. His life was Atobe's, and that was the way it had to stay.
She was pretty, Shishido would give her that much. She was also willing, and the way she giggled when his hands teased their way up her sides and then around to unhook her bra was encouraging.
But despite how nice she was, how responsive she was when he finally slid into her, it felt bittersweet knowing he couldn't be there when she woke up. He lay on top of her, trying not to squish her, when both of them were spent and panting. He gave her a rough smile and she gave him a quiet moan when he slipped out and pressed a kiss to her neck.
He wasn't sure if he was supposed to thank her or not, as if she'd just been doing it as a favor to him. He felt a pang in his chest as he realized it almost was. He caressed her side, her hip, her soft breast, and then nuzzled against her neck, breathing in the fruity scent of whatever shampoo she'd used. He settled with a mumbled "good night" and pulled the blankets up over them, letting her curl up against him.
He couldn't tell how long he lay there awake, feeling her breathing even out, holding her to him. He hadn't dared to tell her that he was leaving in just a few hours for work, and that they would probably never meet again. He couldn't afford to call her, to do anything more than a one-night stand. He murmured an apology against her skin. He would have liked to have a girlfriend, maybe even someone like this pretty and playful Kimiko, but as the lawyer to the most wanted criminal in town, it wouldn't work. He couldn't bring someone into a life like that. Nor could he give a girlfriend the attention she needed. It was work, day in and day out.
He must have dozed off, because when he woke again the sky was lightening. The sun still wasn't up, but that didn't mean Shishido didn't have to be. He carefully extracted himself from against Kimiko, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead and went to take a shower. When he got out, he wrote a note explaining he was at work, and wouldn't be back in time to see her off, but she was free to make use of anything and leave on her own time.
Then it was on with the suit, on with the shoes, and out to his car, 6 floors below. The drive was short, but he drove anyway. He could afford all sorts of luxury, but had no time for it unless he made it. He entered the office across the street, where he could even look out the windows of the lounge and see his apartment window. Maybe Kimiko was awake already, maybe she wasn't.
It didn't matter, he wouldn't be seeing her again. His life was Atobe's, and that was the way it had to stay.