Mikado
Story: Mikado
Type: one-shot
Genre: romance/comedy/life
Rating: T
Credits: characters and storyline are the result of my imagination and thus mine, so don't even think of stealing or copying
Comments: Finally done after first starting writing this a year ago. And its un-betaed too. Yes, I'm fast. ^^; A sequel to Stardrop Earrings but also works as an independent one-shot.
Mikado
The strange appetite for long biscuit sticks with a rich chocolate coat is nearly unbearable. And it successfully keeps me from concentrating on the book I'm supposed to read. Instead my thoughts whirl around said snack only because this innocent box labeled 'Mikado' is crossing my view on a constant basis. I've tried to ignore it for the past ten minutes or even longer but it's impossible. I should have known that, after such a memorable day, this would happen. Anything else wouldn't be him. A frown appears on my forehead when the box flies over my book, a bit too close for comfort.
"How long are you planning on doing this?"
"Until you stop reading and listen to my awesome idea?"
The innocence is dripping from his words. Despite him being only eightteen months younger than me it sure feels much more at certain times. Like now. I don't need to look up to know that he's currently flashing his most charming smile which wins over hearts, female and male alike, instantly. And it never fails to reduce me to an emotional puddle either. Not that I'd ever admit it or let it show. No way. I decide to avoid eye contact for the time being and try to focus on my book again. Of course, to no avail. The second I turn my attention away from him, the box is placed onto the book firmly. I try to shove it away but he is clearly the stronger one of us two. Sighing, I decide to finally put an end to his childish antics.
"Okay, you win. Happy now?"
His grip loosens, making it possible for me to shove the box away and close the book. With that object gone, the only one I can give attention to is him and this cursed box. Such addictive things should be claimed sinful and banned from existence. Literally. But even so, he most likely would manage to get a box from particulary anywhere. And now as he happily opens the box, I cannot fail to recognize that slight teasing touch his eyes hold. Oh heavens, would have I gotten myself into? He takes a stick and pushes it between his lips, leaning forward eagerly. And I move back on my knees as an answer. The reaction is as expected. A look of surprise, a cock of his head and then, after getting the stick out of the way by eating it, a pout which matches none other. Since when are guys like him allowed to pout? That's just as sinful as the snack itself.
"Is there something wrong?"
I blink. Once. Twice. Did I mention that he's too innocent and naive for his own good?
"Excuse me? You cannot seriously think that I'll simply play along with this... stupid game. Besides, didn't you say something about listening to an awesome idea? You skipped that step!"
"Oh..."
Now he actually looks slightly embarrassed. Most likely he totally forgot about it as he was too excited. Excited for what I wonder. Deciding that we're in safer waters now I inch closer, back to my original position. Actually I'm supposed to study right now and prepare for an important exam. But with him around this won't work in any way. Why did I even let him in when he rang on my door half an hour ago? I really should have known something like this would happen. Not that it would change anything right now but still.
"Ne~, say..."
"Say what?"
"The little game earlier today. You enjoyed it, didn't you? Otherwise you would've backed down. And don't tell me something of giving your everything for a competition. I won't believe you."
The game. The game which started it all. The game which belongs to the current special of a weekly TV show and which determinates which team is getting the best options for the special. In this case, as the special is about driving lessons, which team gets the best car for the tasks ahead. So, how does it work? Two members of one team play this game. One has a chocolate stick between their lips and the other has to eat from it until one of them gives up, flinches or whatever. Think of the spaghetti scene in a famous Disney movie if you want an example. Later on, the remaining piece of the stick, the one not eaten, will be measured and the smallest piece wins. Easy, right? Well, I had been lucky enough to end up with the stick between my lips and he was the one eating. Now, it wouldn't have been this awkward if not for our special relationship dued to the radio show we host together. It's a running gag of him trying to kiss me in the most impossible moments throughout the show but I've fought off any attempts successfully. Until today. Well, what can I say. Had I backed off we would have gotten a horrible car. And he is the most horrible driver I know. No need for a car which matches his driving style otherwise I would've spent the entire time praying for my dear life.
["Alright. I'll play the submissive part this once."]
["Eh? You mean it?"]
["Yes. Let's get this over with."]
Needless to say that he used that to his advantage. Or that our lips touched. Or that our piece with the smallest of all. We won that game. Sadly enough I still had to pray for my life quite a few times. Either way, I feel like I've in some way lost the game. Maybe it's because I'm not that sure of its consequences. And now that he obviously wants a replay, I'm suddenly reminding things I don't want to. Like the feeling of his breath on my skin, his soft lips touching mine ever so gentle and... what the hell am I thinking?!
"You're blushing."
He speaks out this fact with sheer glee in his voice while I try to fight the heatness on my face. A lost battle but maybe I can prevent the heat from crawling down into every bone of mine. Thus, I decide to cover it my way. Switching into angry mode hardly fails to survive such situations.
"So what?!"
"C'mon, this angry tactic won't work. You did enjoy it, else there would be no reason for blushing. Might as well admit it. I'm not ashamed of saying I liked it."
All anger and embarrassement disappears leaving me with a look of disbelief and an open mouth. I swear, I need to contact a doctor one of these days, my ears must be playing tricks on me. And he only giggles at this, most likely, dumb display of mine.
"Why so surprised? I wouldn't have tried to kiss you for nearly four months already if there wasn't a deeper attraction to it."
Attraction? And I always thought he is only very dedicated to his gag. Even though I have to admit that this dedication was pretty deep from the very beginning. Others would have dropped that act after a short while but he never did. What means... gosh, now my thoughts are really getting messed up. He cannot be, can he? Before I can think further, something is pushed between my lips and two hands hold my face gently. His eyes stare right into mine, searching and finding.
"However, I demand a replay. With all the people around us I wasn't able to show it all."
Show it all? My eyes widen. What is he talking about this time? Without another warning, he starts eating the mikado from my lips. I should move away but for some reason my body denies me this favor. His face slowly inches closer with each bite, I can feel his breath on my skin and shortly before our lips touch he simply stops. A final chance for me to end this game. I could move away, flinch, kick him or... play along? No, that's not the way it should be, right? Playing along is the same as giving in and if I do I might as well throw myself at him completely and admit all the crazy feelings and thoughts I had because of him. And that's something I won't do. Ever. Period. Though, his close proximity is teasing me and sending my emotions on a wild ride. Not to forget that the heat radiating from him lets my skin tingle with awareness. Simply put, I'm burning inside out. And there is only one way to tame that fire. Throwing all rational thoughts and pride in the wind, I cross the line and press my lips onto his in a somewhat clumsy way. Guess I'm more desperate than I thought. The sweet taste of chocolate fills my senses, melts all my thoughts away and leaves nothing but emotions. The contact is innocent but only for a mere moment before he moves my head into a better angle and starts kissing me throughly. My hands move up to grip the material of his shirt. What a luck that we're not standing otherwise I wouldn't be able to keep myself up on my feet anymore. His tongue probs my lips, asking for entrance and before I even know what I'm doing I obey. A chance he decides to use to its very extent. His hands wander away from the sides of my face, moving to embrace me tightly and thus deeping the kiss. By all means, I feel close to fainting. All the impressions and emotions are new, exciting me and making me crave for even more. From sweet to passionate, from fire to pure desperation. After what seems like an eternity we break apart, the need for air winning out. While taking deep breaths, I lean my forehead onto his shoulder, avoiding eye contact. Seconds tick by before he breaks the silence, the smile evident in his voice.
"See? We really missed out the most important part earlier."
"Mmm."
It's certainly not my usual rational mind which makes me snuggle closer, leaning against him completely and shutting out the world entirely. He chuckles and once again tightens his hold on me. For once, I feel comfortable and somehow satisfied, like I've finally found what I've been looking for my entire life. Who would've thought that I'd find it all in just one kiss?
"I did."
"Eh~?"
"But you simply chose to ignore all my efforts thinking I was joking. Otherwise you would've noticed it way sooner."
Great, now I'm even speaking out my thoughts aloud. I wiggle my way out of his arms, sitting back properly to give him an equally proper glare. But he just smiles and reaches out to touch my cheek.
"I'm right, ain't I?"
Of course he's right but there's no way I'd admit that. Never ever. It's not my style to give in or excepting defeat. But his unwavering smile and the warm hand which touches my cheek so gently melt my pride like ice in the sun. For the second time.
"Yes, you are."
"See? It wasn't this difficult."
He draws me back into his arms, it takes me mere seconds to find the comfortable position I had found earlier. Minutes pass without a word being spoken. Just one hour ago I thought of him as a good friend, a colleague who was younger, more clumsy, childish and pretty annoying if he wanted to be. Right now I'm pretty sure that I was totally wrong about that fact as well. Because he's very gentle, sweet, quite attractive and downright adorable. At least, until his next words shatter the new image I had just drawn.
"And now that we've decided that you were wrong in general when I'm concerned, let's play a new game."
"What? One moment, when did I agree to something like this?"
"When you said that I was right?"
"I said you were right for that one time not for everything!"
"But you have to admit that my ideas are way better than yours, especially when our radio programme is concerned. We could make a new corner to display our love to the entire world! Oi~, what are you doing? How can you continue reading this stupid book, we got to plan the show!"
Having moved back to my original spot at the table with the book once again opened in front of me, I try to focus on my studies again and block out all comments coming from my... boyfriend? Better get used to it, from tonight on he is my boyfriend. An annoying, childish, clumsy one who can also be gentle, sweet and adorable. If he wants to be that is. Right now he seems more interested in annoying the hell out of me with his stupid idea. And I'm trying to ignore him again. That's a routine I'm used to by now. One which has slightly different rules since the kiss. And who knows, maybe it'll turn into something more interesting later on. I wouldn't mind, really.
Type: one-shot
Genre: romance/comedy/life
Rating: T
Credits: characters and storyline are the result of my imagination and thus mine, so don't even think of stealing or copying
Comments: Finally done after first starting writing this a year ago. And its un-betaed too. Yes, I'm fast. ^^; A sequel to Stardrop Earrings but also works as an independent one-shot.
Mikado
The strange appetite for long biscuit sticks with a rich chocolate coat is nearly unbearable. And it successfully keeps me from concentrating on the book I'm supposed to read. Instead my thoughts whirl around said snack only because this innocent box labeled 'Mikado' is crossing my view on a constant basis. I've tried to ignore it for the past ten minutes or even longer but it's impossible. I should have known that, after such a memorable day, this would happen. Anything else wouldn't be him. A frown appears on my forehead when the box flies over my book, a bit too close for comfort.
"How long are you planning on doing this?"
"Until you stop reading and listen to my awesome idea?"
The innocence is dripping from his words. Despite him being only eightteen months younger than me it sure feels much more at certain times. Like now. I don't need to look up to know that he's currently flashing his most charming smile which wins over hearts, female and male alike, instantly. And it never fails to reduce me to an emotional puddle either. Not that I'd ever admit it or let it show. No way. I decide to avoid eye contact for the time being and try to focus on my book again. Of course, to no avail. The second I turn my attention away from him, the box is placed onto the book firmly. I try to shove it away but he is clearly the stronger one of us two. Sighing, I decide to finally put an end to his childish antics.
"Okay, you win. Happy now?"
His grip loosens, making it possible for me to shove the box away and close the book. With that object gone, the only one I can give attention to is him and this cursed box. Such addictive things should be claimed sinful and banned from existence. Literally. But even so, he most likely would manage to get a box from particulary anywhere. And now as he happily opens the box, I cannot fail to recognize that slight teasing touch his eyes hold. Oh heavens, would have I gotten myself into? He takes a stick and pushes it between his lips, leaning forward eagerly. And I move back on my knees as an answer. The reaction is as expected. A look of surprise, a cock of his head and then, after getting the stick out of the way by eating it, a pout which matches none other. Since when are guys like him allowed to pout? That's just as sinful as the snack itself.
"Is there something wrong?"
I blink. Once. Twice. Did I mention that he's too innocent and naive for his own good?
"Excuse me? You cannot seriously think that I'll simply play along with this... stupid game. Besides, didn't you say something about listening to an awesome idea? You skipped that step!"
"Oh..."
Now he actually looks slightly embarrassed. Most likely he totally forgot about it as he was too excited. Excited for what I wonder. Deciding that we're in safer waters now I inch closer, back to my original position. Actually I'm supposed to study right now and prepare for an important exam. But with him around this won't work in any way. Why did I even let him in when he rang on my door half an hour ago? I really should have known something like this would happen. Not that it would change anything right now but still.
"Ne~, say..."
"Say what?"
"The little game earlier today. You enjoyed it, didn't you? Otherwise you would've backed down. And don't tell me something of giving your everything for a competition. I won't believe you."
The game. The game which started it all. The game which belongs to the current special of a weekly TV show and which determinates which team is getting the best options for the special. In this case, as the special is about driving lessons, which team gets the best car for the tasks ahead. So, how does it work? Two members of one team play this game. One has a chocolate stick between their lips and the other has to eat from it until one of them gives up, flinches or whatever. Think of the spaghetti scene in a famous Disney movie if you want an example. Later on, the remaining piece of the stick, the one not eaten, will be measured and the smallest piece wins. Easy, right? Well, I had been lucky enough to end up with the stick between my lips and he was the one eating. Now, it wouldn't have been this awkward if not for our special relationship dued to the radio show we host together. It's a running gag of him trying to kiss me in the most impossible moments throughout the show but I've fought off any attempts successfully. Until today. Well, what can I say. Had I backed off we would have gotten a horrible car. And he is the most horrible driver I know. No need for a car which matches his driving style otherwise I would've spent the entire time praying for my dear life.
["Alright. I'll play the submissive part this once."]
["Eh? You mean it?"]
["Yes. Let's get this over with."]
Needless to say that he used that to his advantage. Or that our lips touched. Or that our piece with the smallest of all. We won that game. Sadly enough I still had to pray for my life quite a few times. Either way, I feel like I've in some way lost the game. Maybe it's because I'm not that sure of its consequences. And now that he obviously wants a replay, I'm suddenly reminding things I don't want to. Like the feeling of his breath on my skin, his soft lips touching mine ever so gentle and... what the hell am I thinking?!
"You're blushing."
He speaks out this fact with sheer glee in his voice while I try to fight the heatness on my face. A lost battle but maybe I can prevent the heat from crawling down into every bone of mine. Thus, I decide to cover it my way. Switching into angry mode hardly fails to survive such situations.
"So what?!"
"C'mon, this angry tactic won't work. You did enjoy it, else there would be no reason for blushing. Might as well admit it. I'm not ashamed of saying I liked it."
All anger and embarrassement disappears leaving me with a look of disbelief and an open mouth. I swear, I need to contact a doctor one of these days, my ears must be playing tricks on me. And he only giggles at this, most likely, dumb display of mine.
"Why so surprised? I wouldn't have tried to kiss you for nearly four months already if there wasn't a deeper attraction to it."
Attraction? And I always thought he is only very dedicated to his gag. Even though I have to admit that this dedication was pretty deep from the very beginning. Others would have dropped that act after a short while but he never did. What means... gosh, now my thoughts are really getting messed up. He cannot be, can he? Before I can think further, something is pushed between my lips and two hands hold my face gently. His eyes stare right into mine, searching and finding.
"However, I demand a replay. With all the people around us I wasn't able to show it all."
Show it all? My eyes widen. What is he talking about this time? Without another warning, he starts eating the mikado from my lips. I should move away but for some reason my body denies me this favor. His face slowly inches closer with each bite, I can feel his breath on my skin and shortly before our lips touch he simply stops. A final chance for me to end this game. I could move away, flinch, kick him or... play along? No, that's not the way it should be, right? Playing along is the same as giving in and if I do I might as well throw myself at him completely and admit all the crazy feelings and thoughts I had because of him. And that's something I won't do. Ever. Period. Though, his close proximity is teasing me and sending my emotions on a wild ride. Not to forget that the heat radiating from him lets my skin tingle with awareness. Simply put, I'm burning inside out. And there is only one way to tame that fire. Throwing all rational thoughts and pride in the wind, I cross the line and press my lips onto his in a somewhat clumsy way. Guess I'm more desperate than I thought. The sweet taste of chocolate fills my senses, melts all my thoughts away and leaves nothing but emotions. The contact is innocent but only for a mere moment before he moves my head into a better angle and starts kissing me throughly. My hands move up to grip the material of his shirt. What a luck that we're not standing otherwise I wouldn't be able to keep myself up on my feet anymore. His tongue probs my lips, asking for entrance and before I even know what I'm doing I obey. A chance he decides to use to its very extent. His hands wander away from the sides of my face, moving to embrace me tightly and thus deeping the kiss. By all means, I feel close to fainting. All the impressions and emotions are new, exciting me and making me crave for even more. From sweet to passionate, from fire to pure desperation. After what seems like an eternity we break apart, the need for air winning out. While taking deep breaths, I lean my forehead onto his shoulder, avoiding eye contact. Seconds tick by before he breaks the silence, the smile evident in his voice.
"See? We really missed out the most important part earlier."
"Mmm."
It's certainly not my usual rational mind which makes me snuggle closer, leaning against him completely and shutting out the world entirely. He chuckles and once again tightens his hold on me. For once, I feel comfortable and somehow satisfied, like I've finally found what I've been looking for my entire life. Who would've thought that I'd find it all in just one kiss?
"I did."
"Eh~?"
"But you simply chose to ignore all my efforts thinking I was joking. Otherwise you would've noticed it way sooner."
Great, now I'm even speaking out my thoughts aloud. I wiggle my way out of his arms, sitting back properly to give him an equally proper glare. But he just smiles and reaches out to touch my cheek.
"I'm right, ain't I?"
Of course he's right but there's no way I'd admit that. Never ever. It's not my style to give in or excepting defeat. But his unwavering smile and the warm hand which touches my cheek so gently melt my pride like ice in the sun. For the second time.
"Yes, you are."
"See? It wasn't this difficult."
He draws me back into his arms, it takes me mere seconds to find the comfortable position I had found earlier. Minutes pass without a word being spoken. Just one hour ago I thought of him as a good friend, a colleague who was younger, more clumsy, childish and pretty annoying if he wanted to be. Right now I'm pretty sure that I was totally wrong about that fact as well. Because he's very gentle, sweet, quite attractive and downright adorable. At least, until his next words shatter the new image I had just drawn.
"And now that we've decided that you were wrong in general when I'm concerned, let's play a new game."
"What? One moment, when did I agree to something like this?"
"When you said that I was right?"
"I said you were right for that one time not for everything!"
"But you have to admit that my ideas are way better than yours, especially when our radio programme is concerned. We could make a new corner to display our love to the entire world! Oi~, what are you doing? How can you continue reading this stupid book, we got to plan the show!"
Having moved back to my original spot at the table with the book once again opened in front of me, I try to focus on my studies again and block out all comments coming from my... boyfriend? Better get used to it, from tonight on he is my boyfriend. An annoying, childish, clumsy one who can also be gentle, sweet and adorable. If he wants to be that is. Right now he seems more interested in annoying the hell out of me with his stupid idea. And I'm trying to ignore him again. That's a routine I'm used to by now. One which has slightly different rules since the kiss. And who knows, maybe it'll turn into something more interesting later on. I wouldn't mind, really.