This morning, I was hit with the inspiration to write Takuto and Meroko hate sex. And so I did. Deal with it.
So, yeah. Rated for lemony stuff. If you don't like, then go away.
Takuto is never sure who kisses who, or how it starts. All he knows is that one day when Izumi and Jonathan and Mitsuki are gone and he and Meroko are alone, they end up kissing. And then they end up falling on the bed. And then their clothes end up strewn all over the floor.
Later, he'll pretend that it was the heat.
He trails hot kisses down her neck and back, drags his fingers across her skin, and she whimpers and squirms underneath him, eyes closed tightly, clinging to him with shaking hands. He tries to pretend that there are no tears on her face as he pushes in and out, in and out, over and over again.
He sees someone else in her eyes. He wonders if there's someone else in his own eyes, although he doesn't really wonder about it, because he doesn't have to. He knows.
Afterwards, they clean up in silence, avoiding each other's gaze.
He imagines his hand on someone else's thigh. She imagines someone else inside her.
They both know that this is the farthest thing possible from love.
Yay for the M-rated goodness. Me hearts M-rated.
And to think that I'm 16.