18/06/2007 00:52:00

Fandom: GouGou Sentai Boukenger

Title: "Red Rose"

Author: Trinity

Theme: #3 "movement"

Pairing: Souta Mogami/ Kei Takaoka (Original Character)

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer/Claimer: While Kei Takaoka does belong to me, Souta does not.

She wasn't Satoru Akashi. One look at her told him that. She had her mother, Sakura Nishihori's beautiful, elegant looks. Her movements were sultry and sexy and teased and tempted. She was like a siren, beckoning men to her.

As he watched her dance and heard her sing, her voice took on an ethereal quality. He heard her calling for him with every note and every movement her body made teased him. She was daring him to come closer.

He moved towards her on the dance floor, carefully watching those long legs, the slim hips and that wild black hair with the distinctive white streak.

Her eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the place, going from black to an otherworldly green as her voice carried to him. He couldn't help but move closer to her, taking in the flame red she wore, so unlike her usual SGS jacket. Instead, the fiery red garment clung to her curves, riding up in just the right places, tempting him with peeks of her flesh.

She gestured to him, and he moved closer, lost in those otherworldly eyes. When she was in range, she slipped her arms around him, pulling him to her.

"Come to me, Souta…" She purred as they danced. It was a sensual tango, full of fire and passion and he moved where she moved, unable to tear his eyes away from hers.

Her touches were encouraging, her skin soft, smooth. She smelled like cherry blossoms…almost like her mother.

His mind drifted to Rin for a moment, but another look into those eyes erased the thought from his mind. She had his attention now, her movements screaming of languid sensuality and confidence. His hands caressed her legs, then inched up her waist, and then, they slid up the skin of her back. The urge to slide those thin straps down and kiss the bare shoulders was almost overpowering.

She moved closer to him, her lips ghosting over his, her body moving closer.

Her lips were moving, and she might have been speaking, but it was all lost on him. All Souta could hear was her hypnotic song.

Suddenly, she took his hand and led him off the dance floor and into the darkness outside the lights.

Without warning, her lips touched his and he was drowning in her, her kiss, her smell, her touch, and her taste. She was warm, sweet and his kiss was hungry, eager.

Her hands moved over his body, grasping, touching, and teasing. Her tongue playfully flicked his as he devoured her mouth, pressing her to him. She smiles at him, those green eyes shimmering carefully in the dimness.

Her hand ran gently along his shoulder and she hooked her finger in the necklace he wore and lead him out, her finger curling to him. He could still hear her beautiful song and it was still just as intoxicating as her kiss.

In her arms, he could understand what was so alluring about her. She was skilled, sure and she put Souta's skills to the test. Her nails dug into his back, his hands ran over her skin and they moved together almost in perfect unison.

And then, after one more vocalization from her beautiful lips, he slumped against the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

The last thing he heard from her was "Rin-chan will never know…"

When Souta awoke the next morning, his head felt fuzzy and everything was blurry. He wondered what he'd been doing. Maybe he'd gotten drunk and had a hangover.

And then, he saw it.

Lying on his desk, right on the laptop was a fiery red dress and an equally red colored rose. Propped up next to the garment was a card that had a lipstick kiss on it and a brief message:

"Had a wonderful time…Love, Kei."