A/N: I was meaning to beef this fic up before I released it but after forgetting about it for a few months I realised I'd be better off releasing it now than forget again (not like I can think of anything else to add to it)

Our Game of Chicken

Round One: Lucky Strike

It was all fun and games at first… That is, until we got competitive.

"Natsuki." Shizuru breathed into my ear as she slipped her arms around my waist; pressed her chest against my back; and molded her body to my standing form.

I gritted my teeth and fought back the blush that threatened to devour my face.

I trained my body to resist the instinctive need to squirm and instead I held and caressed her face that rested upon my shoulder.

"Shizuru? Where did you go? I missed you." I cooed in return.

I turned my head and nuzzled my face into hers and planted an affectionate kiss onto her hair-obscured cheek.

"Oh God!" Nao grumbled miserably and I noticed from the corner of my eye how she shielded her sight from the two of us.

"I missed you too." My girlfriend murmured back – she leant into my touch and returned my affection with a kiss on my nose but I had felt the slight twitch of her muscles as she faltered in our little game of chicken.

It started some months ago when - out of pure coincidence - I won my first round.

The engine continued to rumble as my bike rolled to a halt in front of the University school gate.

Clusters of students stopped and stared as Shizuru and I took off our protective helmets and I waited for her to dismount.

"Ara. Looks like Natsuki is attracting quite a crowd with her sexy bike." She whispered seductively into my ear before she squeezed my waist she had held during the ride and subtly traced my abdomen through my gear.

"Or maybe they're stopping to catch a glimpse of your form-fitting leather suit" She continued to whisper teasingly as she leaned back and removed herself from me whilst she deliberately ran her hands firmly along my hips.

An action that would usually warrant a suppressed squeal of embarrassment but my eyes were too focused on our spectators' line of sight - indeed they stared toward us but not at me nor at my vehicle.

The boys nudged one another excitedly and drew each other's attention to our direction and some even proceeded to point their phones towards us – and waited for the moment to snap pictures.

Whilst the girls in the sparse litter of passer-byers blushed and peeked guiltily at us, and I noted that everyone of their attention was directed somewhere lower than our faces.

"Thank you for driving me to school, Natsuki. You better get going before your sexiness draws any more of your fans" Shizuru murmured as she leaned into me once more to give me a parting hug and she sneaked a ghostly kiss on the jawline of my features in hopes of enticing my trademark blush I had haphazardly bypass just moments ago.

"Actually, I think they're trying to look up your skirt Shizuru." I grumbled quietly as her gentle kiss barely registered in my over protective mind.

Unconsciously my hand drew back beside the two of us – hoping to shield her skin from exposure – my gloved hands grazed along her upper thigh, and landed firmly upon the edges of her skirt to keep them from revealing what's underneath.

My heart jumped.

I had been focused on glaring at those hyenas and contemplating on the idea of destroying those hand held phones that waited for a sneak peek of what's beneath my lover's skirt that my heart skipped a beat when Shizuru's breath hitched sharply beside my ear and her hands that had lingered upon my sides flinched suddenly and quickly grasped itself over mine.

"Shizuru?" I called in concern and confusion.

"Ara, I think I can hear Haruka-san approaching" she quickly mumbled - as she lightly peeled my hand off her skirt and dismounted my bike in haste.

I turned to look at her but she had already faced away from me with her head downcast and her caramel tresses shielded her features from my sight – I could only see the reddening tips of her usually pristine white ears and the quick flash of her faintly blushed cheeks as she bid me a hasty farewell and stalked off into the crowd.

I was flabbergasted – frozen in my seat as the image of what I saw slowly sunk in – I glanced at my gloved hand whilst the sparse groups of spectators frowned in disappointment and began to disperse – utterly ignorant of Shizuru's rare though subtle display of embarrassment – and left me realising the great game I was about to play.

A/N: Duh- duh- DUN!