The scent of sex and stale sweat hung in the air. The room was dark save for the light provided by the lamp post outside, filtering through the blinds Strips of light were cast over the bed and the two figures found within it. They both lay still, both in their own thoughts of the current situation.
Ami laid on her side, boring holes into the wall just a foot away from her. Had she really just...done that? She shivered and pulled the blanket up more, covering her shoulders She sighed and closed her eyes, ashamed. She felt as though she had just betrayed...
"Ami-chan, are you cold," came a deep voice behind her. His naturally deep voice was quiet, attempting to be soothing. Ami felt the bed shift behind her before something was placed over her. She turned to look into the dark eyes of her lover and realized he was giving her his shirt to put on. He smiled gently and turned away as she sat up, pulling his button down over her small frame.
Ami looked down at him, the blanket pulled around her bare legs. "I'm sorry, Takeshi," she said softly.
Takeshi turned back to face her and slowly sat up. Leaning against the wall, he ran a hand back through his long, dark hair. "Are you alright," he asked. "Is there anything I can get you?" Ami shook her head and he looked at her worriedly. "Do you want me to leave for the night? It's no probl-"
"Its your room," Ami said surprised, cutting him off.
He shrugged. "Its not like I haven't not spent the night in friend's bathroom before. One of my floor mates can put me up for the night." He chuckled. "Hell, I bet they wouldn't even notice until they went to take a shower!" He smiled at Ami and even in the dark, Ami could see his eyes twinkle.
All night-no, all through this idea of hers since it formed some time ago- he had been thinking of her and only her. He was an experiment, a means to an end. She had told him this and still, he had tried to help calm the confusion she felt swirling around inside her. And he was still trying to make her comfortable and the small act of him offering her his room for the night because it was so late touched her. Ami bowed her head and looked away. "I'm sorry," she said again.
He smiled at her and slipped an arm around her shoulders He pulled her to him and held her gently. "No need to apologize," he said softly. Even though she hadn't said anything, he knew why she was apologizing. Her 'experiment' had failed and he knew it wasn't easy for her to have been in this situation to begin with. "That's what college is for, Ami-chan," he explained. "I do understand and nothing will change. I told you that from the beginning and I meant it."
Ami sighed and relaxed against him, letting him hold her and tucking her arms to her chest. After a long moment, Ami said softly, "You remind me so much of her."
"Really," he asked, chuckling. He ran his fingers through Ami's hair absentmindedly. "I'm quite honored then."
Ami chuckled herself, hiding her face in his chest before looking up at him. "Have I ever shown you her picture?"
He shook his head, brushing his hair back as it fell into his face with the action. "You've described her, but I've never had the honor to actually see who holds your heart."
Ami shook her head, blushing and chuckling. She pulled away, leaned over his lap and searched for her purse on the floor. Finding it close to the bed, she picked it up, leaned back, and opened it. Retrieving her phone, she scrolled through the many pictures of her friends back home. The young man leaned over her shoulder slightly, watching the blurry faces move past until, finally, Ami stopped on one in particular. She handed him the phone and he looked at the young woman smiling up at him.
"She looks like my sisters," he remarked, surprised.
"She looks like you," Ami said, blushing slightly at him.
Takeshi looked at Ami, the emotion on his face showing clearly she had wounded him. "Thanks, Ami-chan. Didn't think you could do more to bruise my ego tonight. Now, on top of everything else, you think I look like a girl!" He handed Ami back her phone with a brisk movement of his wrist and then sat there pouting, arms crossing.
Ami smiled at him as she took the phone. She knew him well enough to know his theatrics well enough by now. He was simply teasing and she smirked at him, not even trying to indulge him. They stared at each other in the dark before both chuckling. He ruffled her blue hair.
Ami smiled at him again and leaned forward, hugging him a second time. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders squeezing lightly.
"One week left," he said. "Excited to go home?"
Ami nodded, leaning against her friend. "I've missed them."
"Missed her," his deep voice replied smugly, correcting his friend. Ami glared up at him. Just like she wouldn't indulge him earlier, he wouldn't pay her glare no mind either. He only smiled.