So this is ShihoxSakaki. Another random pairing, set slightly in the future.
Shiina Takashi own the characters, not me.
Sakaki was seriously pissed at Minamoto, if it wasn't for him he wouldn't be in this situation. Pale hands brought his gaze to the young woman he had pinned against the wall. His whole body shielded her from anyone passing them in the main hallway, if anyone was even up at the time. Her purple eyes stared up at him and his frown deepened, "What do you want Shiho? You know the implications of showing up, at this time, outside the room of a man?" his voice was quiet but harsh. The longer her hands lingered on his face, the more pissed off he got. They were both psychometers, but her powers would protect her, while he was an open book. She wasn't wearing her limiter either, he would have felt the cool metal on his right cheek. It always pissed him off that she could touch people as she pleased. Even now, if a woman found out about his abilities, she would ask for him to put a limiter on. Gritting his teeth and clenching his left fist at his side, he waited patiently for the silver-haired girl to respond.
A small cool hand gently wrapped around his fist, it relaxed under her soft, firm grip. Moving his hand up to her face, she made his hand cup her cheek. Eyes narrowing at her actions, everything seemed too suspicious. 'Just trust me,' her soft voice could be heard in his head. She was letting him read her, the hell was going on? Her smaller frame leaned against him and her emotions washed through him, sadness, longing, hurt. His frown grew deeper, then was replaced by shock, her face had buried itself in his chest and her hands clung desperately to his shirt.
"Why don't we step inside? Okay?" nervous laughter escaped his throat. A small nod of her head was the only indication he received from her. He pulled away from her and pushed open the door to his small bachelor. Small and messy, clothes and medical documents strewn everywhere, he spent all his time at B.A.B.L.E. Casting a quick glace about the room and the small attached kitchenette proved the couch would be best to seat the young girl, no, woman. She was 18 now, already a woman, no longer a child. He guided her to the small couch, removing a pair of his jeans before helping her sit. "Want a glass of water?" he shrugged off his lab coat, she had cut him off before he could even change after his shift. Watching her carefully, he noted the small nod, but she wasn't even looking at him. A sigh escaped him and he dumped his coat on a chair in in the kitchenette. Beginning to run the water, he opened up a cupboard above the sink and grabbed a glass. After he had filled it, he carried it over to the girl.
Handing her the glass he began to turn away, before her small hand clutching his shirt stopped him. Plopping down on the couch he leaned on his left arm letting his right drape over his other leg. Examining Shiho his gaze shifted over her slightly, her long silver hair would have gotten caught under her ass if it was any longer. As a woman she had definitely filled out nicely. Minamoto was lucky and unlucky to have such attractive girls surrounding him. After all, if he chose, he could only have one. Her body shifted towards and he noted the pain etched into her purple gaze. "Sakaki, I'm sorry for showing up so late. I-I-" she bit her bottom lip. One of her hands suddenly grabbed his free hand. The sensation of her feelings washed over him again, 'I just needed to be with someone.'
When she laced her fingers through his, he felt the urge to rip his hand away. Holding hands was not something he ever did, since no one trusted him for as long as he could remember. An image of a 5-year-old Shiho reached out to her mother. When her mother flinched away from the small hand he scowled, but she took the small hand in hers. Memories of her mother's feelings rushed through him, fear so strong he could taste it. Instinctively his grip tightened on her hand. The sound of the glass being placed on the floor brought his attention back to reality. He shook her hand away and looked her in the eye, "What do you want?" Standing he moved to lean over her, "You and I, we don't get along. Cut the crap." Folding his arms over his chest he glared down at her.
She was up so fast, the glass spilling over, her hands grasping his face, pulling him towards her. Soft, moist lips pressed against his, her hands on his shoulders to help pull her up, 'Can we get along, just for now?'
Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her up against his body. Turning, he walked slightly towards the empty wall beside the kitchenette. Simultaneously he dropped and pushed her up against the wall. "What. The. Hell?!" it was beginning to become difficult to contain his bubbling rage. Both her wrists were being crushed against the wall by his larger left hand. He could feel the bones shifting and creaking in protest to the strain he was placing on them. It wasn't about to stop him. Grabbing her chin roughly with his right hand, he tilted her gaze towards him.
Pain filled eyes looked up at him, 'Just shut up.' Her voice was once again cold, 'Can't you just take advantage of a girl who needs comforting?' "Besides, you already stated I'm attractive. You were also staring at my ass," she smirked defiantly up at him.
Gritting his teeth, taking a moment to breathe a bit, he tried to lose some of his rage. He let go of her, and stepped back. Watching her rub her sore wrists a little, he waited. "Shiho?" as soon as she looked at him, he slapped her across her left cheek, hard. Her whole head snapped to the left, and when she turned to look at him again he noticed a small trail of blood from the corner of her mouth. "Respect yourself more," he stepped away from her, turning towards the bed pushed in the far corner. Retrieving a pillow and a blanket from his usual sleeping place, he tossed them onto the couch. Picking up the glass, he placed it by the sink, grabbing a towel on the way back. Slowly mopping up the water, he realized Shiho hadn't moved. "You can stay here for the night. I'll sleep on the couch. Make yourself at home," Sakaki couldn't even look at her. It made him sick that she could think that lowly of herself. The jab at him was well deserved, he wasn't exactly Prince Charming. Tossing the towel into the sink, he made himself as comfortable as possible on his couch. He made sure he was facing the back of the couch before closing his eyes.
Soft footsteps moved further away from him. The door to the bathroom clicked shut, running water, sniffles and sobs barely muffled by the door or the water. Eventually the sounds stopped, the bathroom door swung open, footsteps approached him. They stopped right by the arm of the couch, her shadow darkening his gaze behind his eyelids. "Look at me," he voice floated down to him. He didn't move. "Sakaki," still didn't budge. "I know you're still awake," not even a flinch. This time she shifted, her shadow and footsteps moving down the couch. The couch shifted under the sudden weight of her foot beside him. His heartbeat skipped, this was bad. Settling her weight on him, she straddled his hip, "Roll over. This will get unbearable for both of us in a moment," to this he obliged. Once he had settled on his back, she sat on his thighs. "Look at me please?" eyes stayed firmly shut. "Now who's being a child?" he could have smiled but he kept the neutral look. A small sigh escaped from her, and she laid down against his chest, "Shuuji," so soft he almost missed it.
His eyes shot open and he stared at the top of her head, "Excuse me?"
Dull purple orbs locked onto his shocked brown eyes, "I'm sorry."
This time he sighed, "It's fine, just make sure you take better care of yourself. You should only sleep with someone you love and trust. Why would you go as far as using my name to get my attention? You could have just gone to sleep in my bed you know."
"Love isn't real. I trust you. That's why I used your first name. Besides you've spent the last week asleep on the couch in your medical office," she mumbled against his chest.
A small, soft grin crept across his features. He sat up, pulling her up with him. "Thank you for the blanket then. I was sure it was Kashiwagi or Minamoto, but I never bothered to check or ask," he smiled genuinely at the girl in his lap. Cupping her now bruised, swollen cheek he used his Bodily Function Control to help ease the swelling and the burst capillaries. Gently he brought their faces together, 'Shall I let you feel what and adult kiss feels like first hand?' A smirk pulled at his lips when her face turned scarlet. Slowly her eyes closed, at this he snorted and laughed. Clutching at his chest and falling back he laughed at Shiho's shocked expression.
Once his laughter subsided he looked up at her. Her pout was too much, he almost broke out into laughter again. "Thank me properly, jeez," she folded her arms under her chest.
Leaning up on his elbows slightly he lofted a brow, "Oh? I thought sleeping in a nice warm bed was good enough."
"It's not. Stop treating me like a child. I'm 18 and can make my own decisions," annoyance laced through her voice. It made him smile, things were almost back to normal.
"I'm 30 Shiho. A 12-year difference makes you a child in my eyes," fully sitting up his eyes searched through her tired eyes. "If I thank you 'properly' will you go to bed like a good-girl?" still wary of her, he waited for her almost eager nod. He sighed and cupped her face once more. Slowly he brought their faces together, her eyes fluttered shut, her soft breath puffing across his mouth and cheek. Giving himself a brief moment to mentally kick himself, he claimed her lips with bruising possessive force. A small squeak escaped her and he used that opening to slant his mouth across hers, tilting her head slightly. After a few 'adult' kisses, sans-tongue, he pulled back. The sight that greeted him was amusing, her face was crimson, her hands over her mouth, eyes wide.
In the blink of an eye, she was off him, dashing towards his bed. An amused smile spread over his face, 'Still a kid huh?' With a stretch he got up and turned the lights off. Double checking to see if she had settled in his bed, he sifted through the clothes on the floor. After finding a long sleeve shirt and his pajama bottoms, he flung them over his shoulder moving towards the bathroom. Casting one last glance at the lump in the bed on his way there, he sighed.
Closing the door before turning the lights, on he quickly shed his five-day-old clothing. Turning on the hot water for the shower it escaped his mind to lock the door. Hot water coursed over his tired, aching muscles. He sighed, missing the sound of the door creaking open. He also missed the soft rustling of clothes hitting the tile floor. Tilting his head back into the stream of rushing water was fantastic.
Something was off, the sound of the water pattering against the tile changed. Cold hands on his shoulders stopped his heart dead on his chest. "Shiho?" keeping his voice steady was a bit difficult in this situation. Wet hair plastered against his back. From what he could tell, he had no fucking clue what was going on. Her hands slid down his shoulders, his biceps, around and up his triceps. Back down his shoulder blades, all the way to the small of his back, where they circled around his hips and splayed on his abs. Double-checking the pale skin he was sure it was Shiho. When her body pressed against his back, his eye twitched and he swallowed thickly. The soft flesh of her breasts was flush against his back, they weren't covered at all. "Shiho, what do you think you're doing?" Sakaki was on the verge of losing his mind cause of this kid.
Her breasts pushed against him some more, "I'm not a kid. I am an adult. Doesn't this prove it?"
It would be a lie if he didn't think it was a little sexy having her slick body pressed against him, but that wasn't the issue. He pulled away from her grip and turned to face her. 'Eyes on her face stupid,' he reminded himself quickly. Looking into her purple eyes he watched them shift, she was totally examining his body. He stepped closer tilting her head up, the water running down her hair made it shimmer. "Eyes up here. I can tell even without my psychometry, you've never been with a man. Why me, and why are you doing this to yourself?" he was trying so hard to focus on her face. Not look at her body, not look at it at all.
"Because I want to hurry up and experience all I can. Tim and Bullet are like family, and…" her expression was dark now. He silenced the rest of that thought with his index finger on her lips. He shook his head slightly, everyone knew Minamoto would pick Kaoru eventually, it was only a matter of time. "I chose you because I think you would best understand how I feel. Being a psychometer," her gaze shifted slightly. "You're also older and know what you're doing."
A cocky grin spread over his face, "I'll take that as a compliment, but I still think it's a bad idea." He shifted his gaze to the ceiling, mulling over how to deal with the hormone ridden female in front of him. Time to try and make her uncomfortable, he let his gaze shift to her face, then it slipped downwards. Unmarred pale skin lead to her fair sized breasts, each with a pale pink nipple that reminded him of cherry blossoms and spring. Her waist was dainty, but not delicate, and not too small, barely getting a chance to admire hips she interrupted him by pulling him down into a kiss.
"Stop that," her face was flushed, her voice nervous.
His plan was mildly working, which was odd, and he would stay cautious but he had to keep pushing. Running a hand through his wet hair, "How do you expect me to turn you into a woman, if I can't appreciate the body you are so kindly offering to me?" Being overly smug could back-fire, but he had to try. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Unless you're having second thoughts…" 'Letting this sleaze even look at you,' he finished in his head. Bringing their lips together, he ran his tongue over her bottom lip. When her mouth opened almost reluctantly, he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth, gently nibbling and suckling on the soft flesh. Releasing her mouth he leaned back, her lips were darker from kissing and her cheeks flushed from the feelings he was assaulting her with.
Quickly her face twisted into a frown and she turned sharply away from him, "You'll sleep in your bed tonight. I promise I won't do anything else." She stepped out of the shower, and he got a great view of her perfectly rounded ass. A towel soon blocked his view and he looked up at her glare.
"Fine, fine. Just let me finish my shower," he sighed turning away from her. The door clicked shut behind her and his shoulders slumped forward, 'Crap she's hard to fend off. If that had gone on much longer I wouldn't be able to stay so calm." Continuing through his regular shower routine, he turned the water off, drying himself slowly and leaving a towel draped over his head. Brushing his teeth, pulling on his sleep wear and finishing drying his hair, he felt ready for battle. Flicking the light off, he exited the bathroom. Making his way to the couch, he swore under his breath.
"Get over here," her demanding voice called from his bed. Obviously she had moved it all over there to force him into his own bed. Something was wrong with this, seriously.
Dejected, he walked over and crawled under the covers. He lay facing the ceiling, seemed safest that way. Warm arms wrapped around his right arm and her chin rested against her shoulder. "Happy?" he refused to look at her.
"Mmm… I suppose. Good night Sakaki," was her quiet response.
"Night," he closed his eyes, fatigue catching up. He was asleep in minutes.
Sounds and smells assaulted his groggy senses. Groaning he rolled over pulling the covers over his head. He suddenly shot up, cool air washed over his torso. What happened to his shirt? His gaze shifted to the kitchen. Shiho was just wearing a shirt, one of his judging by how it covered her ass and part of her thighs. He rolled out of bed and stretched. With a yawn he moved towards the kitchen. "G'morning," he leaned against the fridge, it gave him a good view of the stove top, and would give her a good view of his torso.
"Morn-ing," was punctuated with a gulp. "I-uh, breakfast?" her loss of words and blushing face was excellent. Her plan was clearly back-firing.
"Sure," he nodded. Clearing off the small breakfast table and the only two chairs took moments. Running a hand through his hair, he examined some of the paperwork he had abandoned the night previous before his unexpected guest arrived.
Not even a moment passed after Shiho had set the two plates on the table, a knock on the door. "Sakaki?" Minamoto's voice was muffled through the door.
"One sec!" he grabbed Shiho's hand and walked her to the bathroom. "Stay here and stay quiet. We both want to live through this," her small nod was her only response. He shut the door partially and moved to the front door. Opening it he eyes his best friend, already in a suit, ready to work. "What's up Minamoto? It's a little early for anything," he smiled with a yawn and leaned on the door frame.
"Have you seen Shiho?" Minamoto's frown could be seen behind his glasses. "She left her limiter at the apartment. But some people were saying they saw her here, at B.A.B.E.L.," his friend's gaze was beginning to make him nervous.
"No. Besides, she hates me right? Have you checked in with her father, Kiritsubo and Kashiwagi? They're much more reliable right?" he let his gaze shift to the side as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"I covered all the bases," a curt reply from his frowning lips. "Who are you hiding anyways? A nurse?" Minamoto's darker eyes pierced into his.
"What makes you say that?" silently cursing Minamoto's over observance of everything.
"You're shirtless, I smell breakfast, and you aren't inviting me in," the end of his statement was punctuated by pushing up his glasses.
"You got me! Sorry pal," turning he clapped Minamoto on the back. "If I see your run-away, I'll call. Who knows what kind of trouble she'll get into," he sighed, stepping towards his bachelor. "Since it's my free time, I'll go check some of the popular spots for women," a sly smile slipped across his face, "and maybe get myself a date!"
Minamoto sighed, fishing about his pockets, "I'm sure you understand her better than I do." Pulling out the small star set ring from his front pocket, "If you can, give her this. It's one of the spares."
Sakaki gently took the ring in hand, "I'll do my best to keep you updated."
Minamoto nodded and walked away. Sakaki shut the door behind himself, he was so screwed if he checked the video surveillance. Roughly mussing his hair with his free hand, he mentally berated himself for being suck an idiot and digging the biggest hole ever.
"Thank you," cool hands pressed against his pectorals and her lips pressed against his cheek.
"It's fine. Let's just eat then figure out what to do with you. Maybe plan my funeral while we're at it," he sat at the table placing the ring between them. A reminder to both of them just how dead he was going to be in a few days' time.
Chapter 1 of who knows how many! Will Shiho get in Sakaki's pants or is he still gonna be a good adult? We'll find out! Stay tuned! Let me know what you think in the reviews~!