Another mature rated fic peoples, it ain't a whole out smut though, just a tinted lime. Its a bit OOC again, what can be expected...sowwy...it aint such a bad fic though, give it a try :)
Kyoko doesn't "interact" much in this fic, and some thinking has to be done to understand since i won't describe everything going on. hope you guys, or at least some of you, find it interesting :)
DISCLAMER: I do not own Skip Beat! it gratefully belongs to Yoshiki Nakamura
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"You're a song
Written by the hands of god
Don't get me wrong cause
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is where I find them "
Truly, he meant it.
She looked sinfully good in her uniform. An honest thought, deemed inappropriate on behalf of his sempai status towards the girl four years younger than he.
A distressed Yashiro woke up an already insomniac Tsuruga Ren. bawling about 'Poor Kyoko!! We need to pick her up!"
Promptly arriving at the restaurant as Kyoko stood outside, primly dressed in a plaid skirt and a white blouse looking forlornly at her bike, one foot on a pedal, coarse material innocently exposing untouchables. His hand grazing past her knee, licking her thigh, fingertips caressing her soft skin as the hem rested on her hips…
Her wide, surprised eyes met his in recognition and confusion.
Ren inwardly groaned knowingly as Yashiro perked up to greet a "Good morning Kyoko-chan! Is your bicycle alright?" and her hollow response of "Good morning Yashiro-san, Tsuruga-san…what brought you here?"
Yashiro winced as a dark aura sent a trickle of foreseen doom into his gut. The star manager quickly stepped out of the car, to lead the bewildered Kyoko to the sports car, "I suppose you need a ride Kyoko-chan. Your bicycle seems in no condition to provide transportation."
Kyoko bowed appreciatively for the ride to school.
Ren smiled politely, the man had been pensative the whole ride; contemplating the intrepid of his manager to sabotage their lives so random meetings would occur.
Yashiro nervously smiled, for he had spent the whole ride and energy warding off evil spirits emitting off of the driver. However, the thoughtful manager conjured up enough strength to say a few words, "How will you be getting home, Kyoko-chan?"
The girl blinked in response and before she could form a letter Ren intersected, "I will pick you up, Mogami-san- It will be no trouble at all." He added as Kyoko frowned in opposition.
Yashiro grinned brightly in glee.
Kyoko deeply bowed in gratitude once more before walking away.
Leaving the tall actor to scold his naughty manager.
"I did it for you, "came Yashiro's quick reply.
Ren stayed quiet, he wasn't to object at seeing and talking and faintly touching Kyoko.
Especially since he had to go out of the district for tomorrow. He appreciated any extra doses of Kyoko Mogami. Even if it meant two bicycle tires.
His nimble fingers could so easily unbutton those white plastic buttons off the pressed blouse. Lick her delicate collarbone and own every inch of her neck.
To taste his way up to her pouty lips, finally devouring her teasing mouth. Ren grunted as he shifted the car into park as Darumaya appeared.
"Thank you for the ride, Tsuruga-san." Kyoko offered him a meek smile before opening the car door.
"Mogami-san, I--"
The young girl, already outside the car, bent and leaned inside so she could make eye contact, "Yes, Tsuruaga-san?"
"...I'll send over to fix your bike." His lips swept up in a smile as the girl flustered over not imposing on her sempai. "Its no trouble at all, Mogami-san." She looked straight into him, wonder if she can see right thru, "It's a pleasure to help you, Mogami-san"
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Underneath Your Clothes- Shakira