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Title: Define Kissin' Monstah
Author: littlemisshappytart
Summary: Kanata never drinks as a rule. But when he breaks it, it's up to Miyu to take care of her dignified-turned-baby-ish housemate. All went well except…how did Miyu's lips end up swollen? And oh my! Is that hickey on her neck?
XOXOXOXOX
Miyu and Kanata are now sharing a wet passionate kiss.
With his right hand clasped at the back of her neck and the other gripping her arm, Kanata Saionji hypnotized his lovely 21-year-old housemate, Miyu Kouzuki, into a forceful yet sweet kiss.
Miyu's hands trailed from his chest to his neck before clinging in surrender. He tastes like wine, she thought, and when she breathed him, the masculine scent that was so Kanata still lingers.
When he let go of her lips to place small bites across her jawline, Miyu opened her eyes still clouded with passion. She felt Kanata's left hand passing to her sides until it settled on her hips.
His hold on her nape gentled, only to tug her hair so he can start kissing down her throat. Miyu moved her hands to his shoulders and moaned in pleasure. Then she gasped when he gently sucked where her pulse beats. Kanata gave her a puppy smile before leaning closer and closer…until they both lost their balance.
Her eyes wide open in surprise, Miyu suddenly found herself staring at the ceiling light with a Kanata sprawled on top of her.
With her heart drumming wildly inside her chest, Miyu thought, Oh God, how did this happen?
XOXOX Flashback XOXOX
"Someone home?"
Miyu was about to take a spoonful of pumpkin soup when she heard Santa's voice echoing through the hallways. Since her parents flew that morning to America and her Uncle Hosho traveled to visit a monk friend, Miyu went straight to the temple after shopping only to find that Kanata's not home.
She wasn't disappointed, of course. It's not as if they're officially living together because heck, they've been doing it since they were fourteen. Besides, she felt much at home here than the Kouzuki house standing not ten feet away from the temple.
Sulking slightly, Miyu set her spoonful back to bowl and answered, "Wait," before walking down to the front door. The first thing that came out of her mouth when she opened the door was, "Oh."
"Hi, Miyu." Santa casually greeted. Slung on his side was an apparently drunk Kanata who is fortunately sleeping. Miyu ran to the other side and supported the brunette. A quick look on him made her sigh.
"What happened?" She asked as they help Kanata sit on the wooden floor. Miyu knelt to slip off his shoes while Santa stood up and explained.
"Well, Nozumo and I decided to celebrate my last day of bachelorhood, so we dragged Kanata to a bar."
"Kanata? To a bar?" Miyu asked dumbfounded.
"You can't possibly know how much persuasion we did to that guy," pointing to Kanata. "But man, who would have known that Kanata has low tolerance on alcohol? We were just halfway through a bottle when snap! He passed out. Pitiful." Santa added while shaking his head.
Miyu brushed Kanata's hair with her fingers and thought, He's indeed pitiful.
"So, I gotta go." Santa announced.
Miyu turned a panicked look at Santa and started, "But– "
"Nah, there's no need to invite me for tea." He assumed. "My fiancé is waiting for me downsteps."
"Santa– "
"I'm expecting you two tomorrow, okay?" Then he slammed the front door close while Miyu can only hear his footsteps jogging away.
Miyu turned to Kanata and let out a defeated sigh, "Now what should I do?"
She folded her arms and considered…and smirked. Maybe she should just leave him there. It was his fault he's drunk, right? But she reminded herself that he is her responsibility now, so maybe she should help him.
Miyu stood at Kanata's back and with all her might pulled him up so she can support him properly. Then she took her steps slowly all the while cursing Santa because he didn't even help her carry his bestfriend to his room.
Concentrating so much so she won't trip, she shivered when Kanata nibbled her earlobe. Miyu turned a surprise look at him. When his free hand caressed her cheek, Miyu was tongue-tied in incoherence.
Casting soft but seductive eyes on her, Kanata whispered, "You're beautiful, Miyu."
Miyu loosened her hold on Kanata and stepped back. Amazingly, Kanata had gained his balance and is now standing in front of her being charming.
The next thing she knew, Kanata had shoved her back to a wall and was crowding her. Miyu placed her hands to his chest and was about to push him when Kanata suddenly leaned and caught her bottom lip in a teasing bite. And like an overheated fuse, all thoughts sparked out and left her mind floating.
Miyu Kouzuki clutched his shirt and finally gave in to that awaited kiss.
XOXOXOXOX
Miyu scrambled away from Kanata and touched her lips.
This, she thought, is so not happening.
She glanced at Kanata who was lying on his stomach breathing peacefully and again sleeping. She contemplated hitting him hard but she managed to calm herself and think.
She rolled him to his back and grasped firmly under his arms so she can drag him to his room. Better be safe than sorry.
Maybe he was shaken too much because when she was about to settle him in his room, ever-cool Kanata let out as ungracious vomit, which spread to his shirt and jeans before making a puddle on the floor.
Miyu shuddered in disgust but went on to cleaning his mess. Fortunately, the futon was saved. The next thing, though, made Miyu flush a hundred times more than she did with the kiss – that is, undress the sexy (but currently gross) Kanata Saionji.
Miyu clambered out of the room and did ten calming breaths. She can't possibly do that!
She thought about calling Santa and rejected it because he told he was with his fiancé.
She can't also call Nozumo because he's rarely at home and is busily flirting at night.
She can't call Nanami or Aya because they're also girls, and goodness!
Definitely not Christine – though she may be willing to do it.
Shaking her head, she thought that it would be also bothersome to disturb Mikan and Mizuki.
So she alone has to do it.
She went to the kitchen and threw a hungry glance at her soup. She decided she would it later. She poured warm water in a basin and mixed it with alcohol. Satisfied, she brought it to his room and set it by the bedside. Then she turned to his closet for a towel and a change of clothes.
Saying a quick prayer, Miyu started unbuttoning his shirt with shaky hands. She managed to unclothe him except when she was on the fourth button that Kanata let out a sexy groan which weakened Miyu's hands resulting to taking double the time it should have to release the rest of the buttons from their holes.
Miyu wiped her brow, sighed again then stared.
And stared a bit more.
His was not the body of bulging muscles with six arrogant little mounds lined on his stomach. No sir, it was more of a lanky build like a swimmer's. It was a surprise though that his stomach doesn't jut out. Everyone knows he's too lazy to exercise – just lying around reading his comics (though it appears that Christine and the fan girls are blinded). Maybe it's the result of cleaning this monstrous size of a temple – in and out. And he almost does it everyday! Miyu has to admit it is one of his good points.
Blushing for the nth time, Miyu soaked the towel and wiped his face, pausing briefly when it neared his lips, then his neck, down to his arms, pausing once again when it draped to his chest but finishing to his stomach. Contented that the remaining smell of the vomit is down there, Miyu dressed him with a cotton shirt.
Her next dilemma is taking off his pants.
Swallowing nervously, Miyu managed to release his belt. When he was about to unbutton his pants, Kanata caught her wrist, his signature smug smile already in place.
"You're a naughty girl, Miyu." He accused in an amused tone.
Miyu was stunned. She opened her mouth to say sorry but Kanata had already sat up and had slid her to his lap kissing her senseless.
That was when it hit her. Kanata Saionji turns to a kissing monster when drunk.
Then Kanata stopped and collapsed to the futon sleeping once again. Suddenly mad at herself for recognizing it late, Miyu was determined to finish it fast or else, metaphorically speaking, she will be eaten by the monster.
With efficient hands (is this Miyu?), she closed her eyes and dragged down his jeans. Not caring whether his er… underwear is dry or not because no way would she take it off, she reached for his sleeping pants. Staring only at his feet, she slipped them through the holes. Again closing her eyes, she dragged it up. And exhaled. Because she was holding her breath all the time she's doing it.
She sat for a moment studying Kanata and smiled thinking that he's actually cute when he sleeps. Mission accomplished, she stood up to escape the room.
So much for wishful thinking, Kanata grabbed her hand to stop her. Miyu sighed, Not again.
"Miyu," Kanata said in a pleading voice, "I'm hungry."
Unbelieving, Miyu mentally scratched his current title and changed it to Kanata "The Kissing Baby Monster" Saionji.
"Feed me, Miyu." He pleaded again.
Miyu mumbled an okay and went to reheat her untouched soup. When she returned, Kanata was already sitting up.
Miyu found that feeding a wine-possessed Kanata proved to be never a tedious task. Foe every spoonful of soup, Kanata will first kiss her – no not on the cheek Miyu, but only on the lips.
She tried shoving it to him so he can feed himself but he only frowned at it. In the end, she only got exasperated.
Miyu also tried evading, but Kanata will throw her an adorable pout that will leave her defenseless so Kanata often steals a kiss.
This went on and on until finally on the twelfth spoonful of soup (he's that irresistible), she accepted playing the willing victim.
Not that she hates them. Damn! Who would hate Kanata's kisses, by the way? But every time their lips lock, she would feel a little giddy and a lot excited. She knew she should be hanged for being a pervert and for taking advantage of the situation, but her anticipation grows each time they share it, even knowing that every kiss may be the last. Still, it would be better if he won't remember a thing of it.
But for now, as se looked at his sleeping form, Miyu knew it's a lot safer to stay at her house.
Unless he sleep-walks.
XOXOXOXOX
"Crap!"
Miyu stared at her reflection.
And stared a bit more.
Sitting across her vanity mirror, Miyu could see and feel that her lips are indeed swollen. When she lifted her hair and shifted from side to side, she screamed in horror to see that there's, again, indeed a hickey on her neck.
She tried to recall how she ended up with that and went red on the face in remembrance. Kanata put it on her before passing out in the hallway.
She shook the thought off and convinced herself that she should face the consequences. Whatever it may be.
Since it's Santa's wedding today and Miyu's one of the bridesmaids, she had to start preparing. She carefully applied her makeup, especially her lipstick. She even thickened the concealer on her hickey, but to no avail, it still shows!
She let her hair down to somehow hide the evidence but styled it with loose curls just not to make it look ordinary. Then she fit on her gown and inspected herself.
Sure she looks good and can even pass as beautiful but–! Even though she hates repeating herself, she has to say it. God! The hickey still shows!
"Miyu!" Knock. Knock. Knock. "We have to go."
Shoot! It's Kanata!
Rushing to find a light scarf, Miyu wound it around her neck and took a last look at herself. The scarf matches the color of the gown, yes…but it simply isn't part of the gown. Still, she has to wear it for the meantime. Kanata sees everything.
When she heard again the call, Miyu paced and strapped on her heels before opening the door. And her heart tumbled straight to her feet.
Kanata in his best man tux is simply a killer.
Many years of practice prevented her from dropping her jaw as Miyu manage a cheerful, "Not bad, Saionji."
"You too, Kouzuki." He carelessly complimented. Miyu narrowed her eyes as she looked for signs that maybe he's pulling her leg. Or worse, maybe he remembered yesterday.
"Let's go," Kanata offered in his usual tone. Miyu sighed in relief and nodded.
They walked to the steps in silence when Kanata opened, "You know, my head feels like it's pricked by a thousand needles."
Miyu smirked. "You got drunk, stupid. That's called hangover."
"So how did I get home yesterday?"
Crap! "Santa brought you home."
"Ah." Kanata bit his cheek. "Then who changed my clothes?"
Miyu instantly felt the heat rising to her cheeks. "You did." She answered.
"Yeah? How come you know?" Kanata teased. "Did you watch me undress, Miyu?" He added in a whisper.
In retort, Miyu hit his head and stormed away. Kanata winced lightly before sticking out his tongue. Teasing her, he thought, is the best part of his day.
"Hey Miyu!" He called out.
Miyu turned fuming. "What?"
Kanata tucked his hands in his pocket. "I've been meaning to ask this but," he sweetly prodded, "why are you wearing a scarf?"
Blushing more furiously, Miyu cried out, "It's none of your business!"
Some things, she thought, are better left unsaid.
XOXOX Owari XOXOX
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