Author: Let's make this quick.
I collaborated with two authors who won't be named. You'll probably be able to tell after reading everything, but for now, know that each chapter published today was written by a different author. You're welcome to guess the identities of my collaborators. Consider it your side quest.
Your main quest, of course, is to read these stories. Hopefully you'll be rewarded with some high-level equipment, but in the most likely scenario you'll probably just get a few minutes of entertainment. To spice things up for Valentine's Day, we all took on two challenges.
Author 1 had to include a lemon-lime (LOL) and write high-school-aged characters.
Author 2 had to write in a different setting where the characters like the "wrong person."
Author 3 had to write write a story with someone dying/dead and include a scene that doesn't end in a kiss.
These author notes, by the way, may or may not be mixed up.
So here's the first installment. A word of caution: there's a lemon-lime somewhere in this chapter. Tread carefully, adventurers.
Of Cotton Shorts & Oversized Dress Shirts
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In which Kairi's attempts at trying to be sexy fail miserably.
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"There is something seriously wrong with that boy."
This is the conclusion that Selphie Tilmitt comes to after her best friend explains yesterday's events to her with excruciating detail.
"Not even the slightest bit of tongue action?" Selphie asks disbelievingly.
"Nothing," Kairi Caelum replies. She slams her head onto her desk and groans. "Absolutely nothing. Just PG-13 level stuff."
Kairi's sister Naminé, who sits to her left, pats her shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, Kairi. Maybe he was just being respectful. Dad is kind of intimidating. Sora wouldn't want to take any chances."
Selphie nearly falls out of her chair as she laughs at the blonde girl's naïveté. "Naminé, honey, when an eighteen-year-old boy learns that his girlfriend's parents are out of town, his first instinct will be to pounce. Parental respect, alongside resistance, is thrown out the window. I don't care how strong they are –they will indulge in some teenage rebellion in the end. It's inevitable. Hormones are some crazy shit."
"Not for Sora," Kairi cuts in bitterly.
"Perhaps you came on a little too strong?" Olette, who sits to Kairi's right, suggests.
"I doubt it," Kairi mumbles into her sleeve. "I did nothing out of the ordinary. I may have looked at him expectantly a few times, but that's about it."
"Maybe that was all it took to frighten him," Xion says from behind Kairi. "Perhaps he was too overwhelmed and bailed." Kairi merely shrugs and slumps her shoulders in defeat.
Selphie suddenly snaps her fingers in realization. "If that's the case, then I have an idea." There is a hint of excitement in her bright green eyes, and the girls have come to learn that that is never good sign.
"If looking at him with bedroom eyes isn't doing it, then do something so grandiose that it will make him look at you expectantly. Elicit a dirty response from him by dressing naughtily," Selphie suggests, rather proudly she admits.
Kairi openly gapes at her best friend's suggestion. "That's crazy."
"Oh come on," Selphie groans. She starts pulling at Kairi's uniform. "Unbutton your shirt a little more, hike your skirt up a bit, and give him some hands on learning after class."
All the girls shiver in disgust; minus Larxene, the senior playgirl, who eavesdrops and smirks in approval from the back of the class.
Selphie merely rolls her eyes at the girls' innocence. "Do you want to get laid or not?" The girls wince. How was Selphie able to execute such a sentence with such bluntness?
Suddenly, their friend Hayner, captain of the Struggle team, shows up behind her and winks at her suggestively. "Sure, I'd like to get laid."
"You wish," Selphie says while shoving him playfully. "So how about it, Kai?" Selphie asks once Hayner is out of earshot.
Kairi cheeks turn bright pink. She begins playing with her hair and twiddling her thumbs. "I-I mean… we've been together for awhile now a-and without a shadow of doubt I know he loves me, and I love him, so… after all we've been through, I don't see how we wouldn't be willing and ready for such an intimate act…"
Selphie scoffs. "So then it's obvious, isn't it? We're going through with this plan."
"Maybe this isn't such a good idea," Naminé cuts in. "We shouldn't force Sora into doing something he's clearly not ready for. This is something that has to happen naturally. Maybe he's old fashioned like that."
"Oh, boo hoo. We all know that he wouldn't deny Kairi anything, especially sex," Selphie reasons. "If we do this, then I guarantee you that Sora's Vans will be up on the Tree by the end of this semester."
The Tree, one of Destiny Academy's most valued (and strangest) customs, was located in the center of the school, alongside a few other trees of less importance. In the center of the school lay a small, square-shaped garden encased in glass that was accessible from all sides. The Tree, positioned slightly to the left, was the only one covered in shoes –boys' shoes, to be exact. Unbeknownst to the school faculty, it was tradition amongst the male student body to throw their favourite pair of shoes on the Tree's branches when they scored a "home run"–and they aren't talking blitzball.
Kairi flushes at the implication.
"Kairi, you know you're thirsty," Selphie taunts. Kairi groans and brings her legs together; she was, indeed, thirsty.
"Oh, get up," Selphie demands tiredly. She pulls her best friend from her seat and begins to make adjustments to her school uniform that disobey the school policy. She pulls Kairi's ponytail loose to let her hair down, loosens her sky blue tie, unbuttons her white blouse to show some cleavage, pulls her sleeves up to her elbows, and hikes her skirt up a few inches. Because it is winter on Destiny Islands, the girls are required to wear black leggings due to the slightly colder weather, so Kairi decides that it isn't too bad.
Olette, however, stares at Kairi in horror. She feels the urge to pull her skirt down past her knees. Naminé, merely shakes her head in dismay. She would never try such a manipulative thing on her boyfriend Roxas.
"Perfect," Selphie says as she steps back to examine her work.
The bell suddenly rings, and three boys rush in to take their seats before the teacher arrives. The first boy, Roxas Strife, takes the seat next to his girlfriend after quickly pecking her on the cheek. The second, Riku Kenbishi, takes the seat beside Xion. The last, Sora Kreiss, stops in front of his seat but does sit right away. Instead, he turns to his girlfriend, panting and wide-eyed. His chocolate brown hair is disheveled (more so than usual) and his uniform is slightly messier than usual from running. Kairi blushes under his gaze and stands still as he drinks in her appearance. The girls hold their breath.
Sora suddenly smiles, and his wide eyes soften. "Were you late today, too?" he asks sweetly.
He walks up to her and nonchalantly fixes every fault in her uniform. Selphie's jaw drops when Sora pulls Kairi's skirt back down to her knees. He didn't even show one sign of arousal; no double take, no spark, no stiffening, no nothing.
"There, all better," he says when he finishes rolling Kairi's sleeves back down to her wrists. He then takes the seat in front of his girlfriend and turns his attention to their teacher. Kairi turns to Selphie and gives her a "told you so" kind of look before sighing in defeat. Selphie crosses her arms and stands by her conclusion from before.
There is something seriously wrong with that boy.
The following week, Selphie forces Kairi to take things to the next level.
"No," Kairi says almost immediately. She continues to run her warm up laps on the track of the oval while watching her boyfriend's soccer practice on the field.
"Yes," Selphie insists, running beside her best friend with a devious smirk on her face.
"No," Kairi repeats sternly, forcing herself to run ahead of her delusional companion.
"Fine," Selphie huffs. Kairi's eyes widen as she begins to slow down.
This wasn't good.
Selphie wasn't the kind of girl to give up.
Ever.
"If you won't do anything," she says while pulling out a water bottle from the coolers on the sidelines. Kairi stops dead in her tracks and cowers in fear as her best friend removes the cap of the watery goodness.
"I will!" Selphie exclaims, purposefully spilling the contents of the bottle onto Kairi's tank top.
Kairi gasps as the water hits her like an ice-cold bullet. She looks down at her chest and squeaks in embarrassment. Her blue sports bra could be seen right through her—now—skin tight top. As the water continues to drip down to soak her shorts, the boys on the varsity soccer team begin wolf whistling in her direction. They all tease and nudge Sora, who merely pushes them away with all smiles and chuckles.
He approaches his girlfriend of four years with confident strides, and for a moment, Kairi sees something flash in his eyes, and her eyes grow wide, hopeful. He finally reaches her and wraps his arms around her waist while eyeing her chest intently. When she finally thinks he's going to say something, he suddenly lets her go and heads for the bleachers wordlessly. Confused and already slightly disappointed, Kairi watches him with raised eyebrows. He returns with his spare soccer jersey in hand.
"Here," he says, offering her the dry shirt. "We don't want you catching a cold now, do we?"
Behind her, Kairi can faintly hear the sound of Selphie slapping her forehead.
"Thanks," Kairi mutters. She accepts the jersey and puts it on, but she wears it with less pride and more irritation than she does during school games.
"You want me to what?"
"Accidentally kick Sora in the shin and make sure he gets sent to the school infirmary."
"Are you mental?" Roxas asks with his jaw agape. "I am not about to trip my cousin just so he can get laid. Do you know how disrespectful that is? There is absolutely no sportsmanship in that, and that will be so uncomfortable for him –unless Kairi's on top the whole time, of course. In that case, that's kind of hot."
"So you'll do it?" Selphie asks excitedly as she hands Roxas his second favourite pair of soccer cleats.
The blond haired boy merely chuckles as he double knots his shoelaces. "No thank you. I'd rather not be responsible for injuring one of our star players."
Selphie narrows her eyes and crosses her pompom-filled arms. "You're going to do this whether you like it or not."
Roxas raises a challenging eyebrow in the head cheerleader's direction. "And what makes you say that?"
"Because if you don't, I'll tell everyone what you and little Naminé were up to in the hot tub of Tidus' party last month," Selphie threatens with a malicious smirk.
Roxas' eyes grow wide as he backs up into a locker. Blackmail? That was low.
"Y-you wouldn't," he declares unconvincingly.
The cheerleader gives him a look that has "I would" written all over it. Roxas gulps.
"B-but the other girls would never let her live it down!" he stammers.
"Oh, please. We all know Naminé isn't as innocent as she seems. It's always the quiet ones," Selphie reasons. "All the girls need are confirmation at this point, and all I need to do is show them your favourite pair of cleats on the Tree."
Roxas sighs and runs a hand through his spikes.
Five minutes into the first match, Sora is sent to the infirmary with a sprained ankle.
"I'm so sorry, bro," Roxas says as he helps his cousin onto one of the hospital beds in the infirmary.
"Don't worry about it," Sora insists with a smile. "It was an accident. It's not like you did it on purpose."
Roxas laughs nervously. "Yeah. Course not."
A gentle knock on the door tells him that it's his cue to leave.
"W-well, I'll just be getting back to the game now," Roxas says, walking towards the door with haste.
"Good luck out there!" Sora exclaims. Roxas nods in acknowledgment before scurrying out the door.
In the hallway, he bumps into a familiar red-haired young lady carrying a tray of bandages and ice. He squeaks when he takes in her appearance.
His girlfriend's sister is dressed in a skintight baby pink dress that ends in the middle of her thighs and thigh-high stockings made with lace. The first few buttons at the top of her dress are unbuttoned, thus showing a very generous amount of cleavage, and she wears a pair of red heels on her feet. A stethoscope hangs from her neck, and a small, baby pink hat with a red cross rests on her head.
Roxas gulps and pulls at his collar.
Kairi is dressed as a nurse, and she looks good.
All those years of swimming and volleyball have clearly paid off.
"It's not too much, is it?" she asks, pulling at the hem nervously. "Selphie insisted it was all right."
Roxas tries to respond, but the only things that leave his mouth are awkward wheezes and pants. He continues to scurry away without another word, leaving Kairi alone in the hallway. She sighs and straightens herself in front of Sora's door. After taking deep, nervous breaths, she finds the will to turn the doorknob and enter.
Sora lays face up in the corner of the room, staring at the ceiling with a bored expression. When he hears the door open, he forces himself to sit up and nearly falls over at the sight of his girlfriend.
"Kairi," he squeaks. He clears his throat, straightens himself, and says her name with a calmer demeanor.
"Hey," she greets nonchalantly as if she didn't look like some seductive temptress. She sets the tray down next to him and bends down to reach for the bandages, giving her boyfriend a good view of her breasts.
Sora inhales sharply and turns away. "S-so… that's an interesting outfit."
"Mhm," Kairi hums, wrapping the bandages around his injured ankle.
"Funny, I didn't know you volunteered at the infirmary," Sora says while rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "You don't work on other patients wearing that, do you?"
"Of course not," Kairi says while fastening the bandages in place. "I only volunteered to help today because I heard my boyfriend was injured. I figured he needed some… personal relief."
Sora's entire body stiffens at the suggestive way she whispers the last part of her sentence into his ear. She suddenly sits on his lap, and it takes all of Sora's will power to not rip that little pink dress off of her because fuck teenage hormones.
As he places a hand on one of her thighs to hold her in place, one of her hands starts travelling up his chest in a slow, teasing manner. She stops at where his heart would be, pulls his collar down a little lower, and places the stethoscope in its rightful place.
"Your heart's beating very fast, Sora," she points out with a victorious smirk.
"Y-yeah," he agrees nervously. As she presses herself closer to him, Sora groans and wraps his arms around her waist. Just as Kairi thinks he's about to get something going, he swiftly switches their positions and sits her down on the bed. He lets go of her completely and begins to back away slowly.
"You know, I think I'm feeling a lot better now," he lies.
"B-but… we didn't even put ice on your ankle," Kairi points out.
"I think I'm good," he insists, limping towards the doorway.
"Sora, wait!" Kairi pleads as her boyfriend enters the hallway. When the door shuts, all she can hear are a few crashes and muffled curses.
Kairi is highly convinced that Selphie is dire need of psychiatric help when they meet up at the mall two weeks later.
"Okay, this is definitely too much," Kairi says when she goes over the plan that Selphie has cleverly formulated. "What if he actually gets arrested?"
"He won't," Selphie assures.
Kairi bites her lip. "How are you so sure?"
Selphie merely grins as she spins a pair of handcuffs around her index finger. "Because you, my dear Kairi, are going to be the cop that arrests him."
Fifteen minutes later, Selphie and Roxas find themselves hiding by the entrance of a well-known shop at the mall.
"So let me get this straight: while Hayner distracts Sora, I'm going to sneak something into his pocket, then Riku is going to come in and take Sora away, and once again, Kairi is going to try and fuck his brains out while wearing an extremely kinky costume?"
Selphie nods. "Sounds about right."
Roxas sighs as he puts on his latex gloves. "The things I do for love."
Five minutes later, Selphie gets a call from Hayner.
"Target is heading for the entrance," he says on the other line. Selpie slowly peers at the entrance from the wall she is hiding behind and nods in confirmation.
"Target acquired," she says. "Roxas, do your thing."
"Eat a dick," he says darkly before running into the store with magnificent stealth and speed.
Just as Sora is about to step outside of the shop, Hayner runs over to him and suggests that they go for lunch. As the Struggle captain distracts his friend, Roxas dramatically tumbles behind his cousin and takes a bracelet from the closest rack available. He sneakily drops the trinket into Sora's right pocket and watches as his cousin walks forward to his doom.
The censors by the entrance begin to beep, and the instant Sora realizes what's happening, Roxas springs forward and pulls a black ski mask over his cousin's head to make him look all the more sketchy. He and Hayner flee from the scene and find refuge amongst the shadows, leaving a very confused Sora by the entrance doors.
A tall, fit mall cop approaches Sora with his hands on his belt and an authoritative stomp to his walk. He reaches for Sora's pockets and retrieves the stolen bracelet. Sora's jaw drops in shock.
"Excuse me, sir. You're going to have to come with me," the cop says sternly. Sora's ears perk upward at the familiar sounding voice. He lifts the ski mask above his head to get a good look at the authoritative figure. He squints and raises his eyebrows in curiosity.
"Riku?" Sora asks. The young man removes his sunglasses and winks. Blue meets aquamarine, and in that moment, Sora decides that something sinister is definitely at play. He allows his best friend to lead him to wherever, because the more he follows through with whatever the hell this was, the sooner he would get it over with.
Sora, however, begins to panic when Riku leads him to the underground jail cells in the mall meant for temporary confinement. Was he actually going to be arrested?
At the bottom of the spiral staircase was a white room that contained two jail cells on each side and a work desk made of glass in the center. The computer chair behind the desk was facing the wall on the opposite side, concealing whoever was sitting there, waiting.
"Officer Caelum, we have a young man here with attempted theft," Riku announces. For a moment, Sora is impressed by his best friend's professionalism and ability to stay in character –that is, until he recalls the name that Riku had just used to address the person in the chair.
Officer Caelum.
Oh, hell, he immediately thinks. This wasn't going to be good.
"Oh?" a familiar feminine voice says from behind the large chair. As the chair begins to turn dramatically, Sora secretly hopes that it's Naminé sitting there, and that Riku was supposed to capture Roxas and not him –that it was all just a big misunderstanding.
Sure enough, it's his girlfriend in the chair, sprawled across it as if she were sitting on a couch with both her legs in the air. She's dressed in a tight navy blue dress with the zipper halfway down her chest, a thick black belt around her waist that accentuates her deadly curves, fishnet stockings, black high heeled boots, and a matching hat on her head. With an expectant smirk gracing her lips, she spins a pair of handcuffs around her index finger and winks at him.
"Someone's been a bad boy, hasn't he?" Kairi says with her eyes half-lidded and sultry. She gets up from the chair and walks towards her boyfriend slowly, teasingly. He tries not to notice the way her hips swing side to side seductively and sexily.
"Thank you, Officer Kenbishi. I'll take it from here," Kairi says, looking at Sora as if he were her prey. Just as Riku backs up to take his leave, Sora forcefully grabs his wrist.
"Leave and I will personally rip off your testicles," Sora threatens darkly.
Riku merely chuckles and pries Sora's hand off his effortlessly. "As much as the idea of a threesome thrills me, I think this is something that you and Kairi need to experience on your own."
"Don't you dare," Sora growls.
Riku salutes him and begins walking up the steps of the staircase. "Sorry bro. Enjoy!"
Sora lets out a sob and hangs his head down in defeat. After taking a deep breath, he faces his girlfriend in hopes that they can calmly talk things out, only to have her slam her lips onto his. She deepens it almost immediately, and she kisses him with so much force that he has to wrap his arms around her waist to prevent himself from falling backward.
He stands there for a while, indulging himself in her kisses because seriously, dat ensemble doe, and is about to pull away when he feels his will power waning, but a faint clicking sound causes his heart to drop. When he tries to pull away to find out what exactly that sound was, he finds that he can't. In fact, he can't move his hands apart at all.
His eyes widen in terror as he shakes his wrists. The sound of jingling chains follows suit.
Sora gulps.
Kairi handcuffed his hands together.
"Shit," he curses, but before he can try to escape, Kairi jumps and wraps her legs around his waist without warning. Sora's immediate instinct is to push her up against a wall, but he doesn't do anything impulsive like kiss her because will power.
"Kairi," he cries, putting his head against her shoulder. The fact that she is panting right next to his left ear is certainly not helping.
"Hmm?" she says, playing with his hair.
"We're in a public place," he groans, slamming his head against the wall continuously.
"No one's around," she assures, massaging his scalp with her skilled, slender fingers. He moans in pleasure and raises his head to look her into her lust-filled eyes. "Don't do this."
"Do what?" she asks innocently. Sora growls as he grinds his hips into her once. She gasps in shock and throws her head back with a hiss.
"Tempt me," he answers. Seeing that he was having a very hard time giving in, Kairi helps him by placing kisses on his neck strategically. She knew just where to hit to elicit a good response from him.
Surely enough, Sora inhales sharply and stiffens as she continues to tease him with her strategic little kisses.
"Kairi," he warns. His anger only turns her on even more. "No."
"Yes," she says as he forces him closer to her.
"Kairi, seriously, sto-"
The couple freezes upon hearing the sound of approaching footsteps. They look at each other with widened eyes and begin to panic. Sora carefully sets his girlfriend down with his hands still permanently cuffed behind her back and tries to find a place to hide to no avail. As the two hopelessly search for a place to seek refuge, the sounds coming from upstairs begin a lot clearer. There are plenty of footsteps, and plenty of familiar voices.
"I swear you are such an idiot. You had one job!"
"It wasn't my fault! It was calling my name!"
Was that… Selphie? And Hayner?
The couple's suspicions are confirmed when the two teenagers walk down the staircase with their hands cuffed behind their backs alongside Roxas and Riku. Two cops, real cops, by the looks of it, walk behind them with disapproving looks on their faces.
Sora watches as their friends are ushered into an empty jail cell. "What the hell did you guys do?"
"Hayner here stole a blu-ray disk." Roxas snarls.
"Of Frozen," Riku adds. "And for the last time, we don't want to build a fucking snowman."
Hayner huffs and crosses his arms. "Suit yourself!"
"And what are you two kids doing here?" A rather gruff police officer asks the couple. "You're not allowed to be down here without permission. Into the cell!"
"What, seriously?" Kairi asks. She squeaks as she and Sora are thrown inside to join their friends. The cell locks into place with a loud slam and click.
Roxas groans in frustration as he runs his hands through his hair. "Great. Now we have to wait for someone to bail us out."
"Until then… orgy anyone?" Hayner suggests lightheartedly, raising his eyebrows in Kairi's direction in particular.
He is unable to dodge the numerous incoming slaps en route to his face.
During lunch at school the next day, Sora decides to discuss the current situation with the boys at their usual table in the cafeteria.
"Are any of the girls on the premises?" Sora asks while setting his tray down discreetly.
"None confirmed," Riku reports.
"Good," Sora says as he takes a deep, preparatory breath. "So is it just me, or is Kairi acting… strange?"
"If by strange you mean hot, then yes, she is acting kind of strange," Tidus, captain of the blitzball team, says as he takes a bite out of his sandwich.
"Yeah man, why haven't you tapped that yet?" Hayner asks. "In all seriousness, doesn't your right hand hate her right now?"
The Struggle captain narrowly dodges Sora's backhand.
"You know Sora, despite his unnecessary comments, Hayner is actually right," Pence, head photographer of the school's newspaper, points out knowingly. "It seems like Kairi wants to take your relationship to the next level."
"And the main question is this: why don't you?" Roxas asks –more like pleads, really. Heaven forbid if Selphie asked him to be part of yet another sexual conquest.
Sora rubs the back of his anxiously. "I-I don't know. Every time she comes on to me, it just doesn't feel like the right time, you know? She's trying too hard. It should be effortless and natural in my opinion."
"Sora, this is precisely why you don't have your shoes on the Tree," Tidus snickers.
"Well excuse me, it's not like I see your Vans up there either, Tidus," Sora retorts. The blitzball captain's cheeks redden in embarrassment.
"Back off, guys," Riku says in his best friend's defense. Sora is about to thank him and sigh in relief until he jokes about something inappropriate. "Clearly he's just not man enough yet to lose his V-card."
"Hey!" Sora exclaims as the boys chuckle and clap each other on the back. "You know what this is? Peer pressure. I'm going to disregard your inappropriate comments and go about my business at my own pace. I do what I want."
Suddenly, a voice on the school's PA system catches everyone's attention in the cafeteria.
"Sora Kreiss, please report to room 312. I repeat, Sora Kreiss, please report to room 312. You are in big trouble."
After some familiar feminine giggles fade in the background, the speakers turn off once again, and everyone in the caf goes back to minding their own business.
"Well Sora, go on then," Riku says with a chuckle. "You're in big trouble. Room 312. It sounds urgent." The boys join in on Riku's obvious amusement.
Sora rolls his eyes and gets up simply because there was the slight chance that the announcement he just heard might have been legit. With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hands nonchalantly thrown into the pockets of his uniform pants, Sora makes his way to room 312 whilst whistling to himself tunelessly.
When he raps his knuckles against the wooden surface of the door, no one answers for the first fifteen seconds. Sora knocks a second time. Still nothing. Finally, Sora decides to turn the knob in case the door happened to be open the entire time, and much to his surprise, it is.
Room 312 is eerily silent when he enters. There is no teacher, not a student in sight. He walks forward to the center of the classroom to get a good look at the place. He is right: it is completely abandoned. The door behind him suddenly slams shut, and a sickening click tells him that someone has locked him inside.
Sora turns to find that his suspicions are indeed correct, but he did not foresee his girlfriend standing before him with a meter stick in hand.
This time she is dressed in a thin, white blouse, a charcoal grey pencil skirt that ends slightly above her knees, black heels, and thick-rimmed glasses. In her other hand, she holds a red apple, and she slowly and sexily takes a bite out of it before tossing it aside.
"Fuck," Sora curses, already searching the room for an exit.
Kairi then slams the meter stick down on a nearby desk, causing Sora to flinch and cower in fear.
"Oh, Sora," she says slowly, "you're so hot when you're scared."
"I am not scared," Sora declares. He begins to consider the window as a possible escape route.
"You are in big trouble," Kairi says as she plays with the end of the meter stick playfully.
"I-I heard," Sora stammers. Every time she takes one-step forward, he takes one back. "What exactly was it that I did wrong?"
"I heard you recently failed your Biology quiz on Anatomy," Kairi says, her heels clacking against the marble floor. "I was thinking that I could offer you some… hands on learning."
Sora shivers as his back hits the window. He looks down at the ground, desperate to look at anything but his girlfriend, but Kairi places the meter stick right below his chin and lifts his head up so that he is forced to look at her.
"How does that sound, Sora? Would you like me to teach you a lesson?" she asks seductively. She grabs his tie and pulls him close so that his lips are mere inches from her deliciously red ones.
"I'm not really in the mood to… learn anything," Sora says nervously.
"Fine," Kairi says, releasing him. Sora blinks twice and attempts to process what just happened. Did Kairi just give up and let go of him?
"If you don't want to learn," she says while setting the stick down, "you can just watch."
Sora's jaw drops as he watches his girlfriend unbutton her own shirt in a slow, teasing fashion. He feels a nosebleed coming on and his heart beats so loud that he can hear it hammering in his ears. He finds himself frozen in his tracks with his fist in his mouth, unable to move as he watches Kairi unclothe herself, until he finally realizes what is actually happening and takes action.
Before Kairi can shrug off her blouse, Sora grabs her wrists and holds them in front of her with a pleading expression.
"Don't… don't do that," he says, voice shaking.
"You're right, it should be your job," Kairi says, forcing Sora's hands onto her perky breasts. He squeaks and pulls away as if his hands were on fire. He then begins to formulate his escape plan and rolls the windows up.
"Sora, what are you-"
Kairi does not get to finish her question, because by the time she says, "do", her boyfriend has already jumped off the roof.
On Valentine's Day (or Single Awareness Day/SAD, according to Hayner), Sora shows up on Kairi's doorstep with a box of chocolates, a bouquet of roses, and high hopes that she isn't wearing a bunny costume, a maid outfit, negligee, a shortass kimono, a towel, or something of the sort when she answers the door.
He rings the doorbell and rocks back and forth on his heels as he waits for a response.
When the door swings open, he is pleasantly surprised to find his girlfriend standing in front of him wearing a simple flannel shirt, cotton shorts, and an excited smile on her face. No stockings, no handcuffs, no meter sticks, no nothing; just her and her beautiful self.
"Hello," she greets, and the innocence is real.
"Hey," he says. He stands there for what seems like ages, drinking in her natural appearance until she clears her throat to get his attention.
"What's that in your hand?" his girlfriend asks, clearly pretending to be oblivious.
"Oh, they're just flowers and chocolate," Sora answers with a grin. "They're for your older brother, Axel. I've realized that it's just not working between us and that my true calling lies with him."
"Mhm, I'll be sure to pass that message onto him," Kairi says as she wraps her arms around his neck lovingly.
"That would be appreciated," Sora says as his free hand snakes around her waist. Without further ado, he pulls her to him and kisses her softly, their mouths melting into each other with ease. When he pulls away, he brings their foreheads together as a loving gesture. "Happy Valentine's Day."
"Thank you. Happy V-day to you too," she says in return, and Sora can't help but feel that she holds a double meaning with her choice of words. "So," she continues, taking his free hand in hers, "What should we do today? I'm afraid Roxas and Naminé have claimed the living room, so I can't wreck you mercilessly in Brawl."
"That's quite all right," Sora admits with a chuckle. "I actually have something planned for us."
Kairi raises a surprised eyebrow in his direction. "Do you now?"
"Yes, and I would appreciate it if we left as soon as possible, milady," Sora finishes with a bow.
Kairi curtseys in response. "Okay, I'll be right out. Just let me put these flowers in a vase first." She proceeds in taking the bouquet of roses from her boyfriend and turning to walk back into the house, but right before she steps into the living, she turns back to look at him. "I don't need to change into anything better, right?"
"No!" Sora exclaims almost immediately. He catches Roxas and Naminé giggle from the couch. He clears his throat and rubs the back of his anxiously. "I-I mean, what you're wearing is fine."
Kairi looks almost unconvinced until she takes in her boyfriend's attire: an aqua blue golf shirt, dark jeans, and sneakers. She shrugs and heads upstairs to put away the flowers and chocolate. Five minutes later, Kairi runs downstairs looking exactly the same as she did before, but Sora has a strange feeling that something has changed.
"Are you ready?" he asks, pushing himself off the doorframe. Kairi nods and waves goodbye to Roxas and Naminé before stepping outside.
"Have fun!" Roxas says, and he and his girlfriend share a few giggles before the door completely shuts.
"Well, they're totally going to do it," Sora concludes.
"Oh yeah," Kairi agrees. When she and Sora reach the sidewalk, their hands find each other effortlessly. "So where are we going?" Kairi asks, jumping up and down excitedly.
Sora smirks at her impatience. "You'll see."
Kairi throws her head back and groans. "But ba-"
"You'll see," he repeats, tapping her nose with a chuckle. She huffs and turns the other cheek. He laughs softly to himself before kissing her forehead. When she turns to look up at him with a smile, he is reminded that he is, quite possibly, the luckiest guy in the world.
After a two-minute walk, Kairi realizes that Sora is leading her to the pier. As he helps her into one of the canoes, she notices a picnic basket on one end. Her heart leaps in joy when she locks eyes with his. He sends her a wink and unties the rope that connects the boat to the pier.
"Roses, chocolate, and a picnic on the beach?" Kairi asks when they're one fourth of the way to their play island. "That's so romantic, Sora. You didn't have to do that."
"Okay," he says, reversing the movement of the paddles. "I guess we can just turn back and-"He is silenced by his girlfriend's soft lips on his. He chuckles as he returns the sweet kiss. "That's what I thought," he says when she pulls away with a delighted sigh.
For the remainder of the trip, Kairi sits back and relaxes as her boyfriend offers to row the entire way. Her eyes travel from the setting sun, to the approaching island, to her boyfriend's serene face, and to the muscles on his arms that flex every time he pulls back. She blushes and bites her lip anxiously as she listens to each and every one of his uneven breaths.
Suddenly, the boat stops, and Kairi notices that Sora has placed the paddles in the canoe. She looks over her boyfriend and realizes that they are still a good distance away from the play island, but much further from the main island.
"I've always liked the sky at this time," he says, admiring the view of the setting sun and its reflection on the ocean water. "It's pretty, isn't it?" He looks at it with what almost seems like a childlike wonder in his eyes –something that Kairi has always loved about him, but for today, this look serves as a reminder that her goal is to make him a man.
So when he closes his eyes to bask in the warmth of the setting sun, Kairi decides to make her move.
"Okay, I think that's enough," Sora decides as he sits up. "I think we should go to the play island n –gah!" Sora nearly tips over the entire boat when he falls over in shock. In front of him is his girlfriend dressed in a tight fitting lacey tank top with her flannel shirt discarded in the middle of the canoe. He slaps his forehead and throws his head back.
He was such a fool. He should've known she would try something under her clothes.
"Kairi," he whimpers when she forces herself on top of him. She straddles him and begins to trace little shapes on his abs with a giggle. He immediately grabs her wrist to stop her from going any lower. "Kairi, no."
"But Sora-"
"No," he says sternly.
"Augh, that is it," she growls, pushing herself off him. "What is your problem?" Kairi asks angrily.
"My problem?" Sora asks incredulously. "What's yours?"
Kairi groans in frustration and rubs her temples in annoyance. "Maybe Naminé was right," she admits. "Maybe you really aren't ready for this, or maybe you don't find me attractive enough to-"
"Wait, wait, wait," Sora pleads. "What are you talking about?"
"Can't you see, Sora?" his girlfriend asks, heartbroken. "I've been trying to get something going for the last few months, and all you've done is run or push me away. Selphie has forced me into ridiculous outfits, and you haven't been paying attention at all! Is it because you don't want me?" She suddenly slumps her shoulders and hugs her arms. "Was I not attractive enough for you?"
"Kairi," he says softly. He takes her hands in his and squeezes them tightly. "Don't you ever think that I don't find you attractive."
"Then why?" she asks weakly. "Why did you purposely ignore my attempts to seduce you?" Sora resists the urge to laugh because she looks so cute when she pouts like that.
"I didn't want to freak you out," he answers. Kairi looks up at him as if expecting an explanation. "All those outfits you wore…," he continues, "were fucking amazing. The things I wanted to do to you… you really don't want to know." He blushes madly and turns away to look at the sunset water. "But truth be told, you didn't need to wear anything like that. I think you're the sexiest when you're comfortable. You were trying too hard, and I preferred something… effortless and natural for our first time. I wanted it to be… well, special, and not insanely kinky or rushed."
Kairi tucks some of her hair behind her ear and flashes Sora a nervous smile.
"So… you were ready to take our relationship to the next level?"
"I've been ready for a while now," Sora admits shamelessly. "I just didn't think you wanted the D so bad."
Kairi openly gapes at him as she slaps his arm playfully. He merely laughs and pulls her to his chest, hugging her tightly. He kisses her hair as a sign of relief and understanding and holds her in place as he whispers loving things into her ear.
"I promise that when I do make love to you, it will be because we're both comfortable with the situation," he says into her hair. "And that means no meter sticks, because that shit was scary okay."
She giggles, takes in the scent that is just so naturally Sora, and looks up at him with loving eyes. He leans down and kisses her softly and slowly as if trying to memorize the feel of his soft lips moving against hers. He snakes an arm around her waist and places a hand on her cheek to pull her closer to him. In the middle of their make out session, Sora suddenly feels something wet hit his cheek. He pulls away with a short groan and looks up at the sky. It is a lot darker than he remembers.
Another drop of water hits his cheek. Kairi feels it, too.
Sora curses and hastily rows them to the shore of the play island. By the time he ties the boat in place, it is already pouring, so he and Kairi attempt to seek refuge somewhere on the island. With the picnic basket in one hand and a giggling Kairi slung over his shoulder, Sora makes a run for the cave.
When they arrive, it is dark, as expected.
Luckily, Sora finds some old tiki torches used for beach parties lying in the corner and lights them up using some matches in his trusty picnic basket. Although the lighting is dim, it is enough, and it makes the air slightly warmer.
Kairi, however, is still shivering due to her soaked clothing.
"Here," Sora says, throwing her one of his spare dress shirts from the picnic basket.
Kairi smiles warmly and brings the cottony material to her chest. "Aww. You were going to dress romantic for me?"
"Yes," Sora admits sheepishly, and before his girlfriend can tease him about it even more, he turns away and begs her to put the damn shirt on.
"Okay, I'm done changing now," Kairi says, and when he turns back around to look at her, his cheeks heat up within seconds. Her soaked flannel shirt and lacey tank top lay discarded by one of the torches, so she is dressed only in his dress shirt and her cotton shorts, although her shorts can barely be seen since his pastel blue shirt is far too big for her.
"Thank you," she says, kissing him on the cheek as a sign of appreciation.
"Y-you're welcome," he stammers, watching as his girlfriend walks towards the entrance with her phone in hand. He gulps and goes back to lighting more torches.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know it was going to rain today," Sora says guiltily. He tries not to stare at her backside as he strikes his next match.
"It's okay," Kairi says with her back still to him. "I'm just trying to call our friends to see if any of them can tell me how long this storm is going to last, or if they can come rescue us if need be." After five minutes of listening to unanswered rings, Kairi sighs hopelessly and looks at the entrance with dismay. They could well be stuck in there until nightfall if the storm continued to rage on at its current rate.
"Don't worry," Sora whispers, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He rests his chin on her shoulder as she snuggles into him lovingly.
Suddenly, Kairi's phone begins to ring.
"Naminé!" she exclaims, answering the call almost immediately. "Hey!"
"Kairi!" comes her sister's distressed voice on the other line. "Roxas told me that Sora was planning to take you to the play island today, and we just noticed that it's raining buckets outside. Are you two all right?"
"Yeah, we're both fi-ine!" Kairi squeaks as Sora begins placing slow, hot kisses on her neck.
"What was that?" Naminé asks.
"I said we're fine," Kairi sighs, unable to resist the urge to cock her head to the side to give her boyfriend more access to her succulent neck.
"Perfectly… and completely… fine…" Sora adds in between kisses.
"Sora, not now," Kairi whispers as she covers the speakers at the bottom of her phone.
"Why not?" he asks, smirking against her neck. "We're both comfortable, aren't we?"
"But I'm… on the phone…" she says, her knees growing weak.
"So end the call," Sora suggests with a chuckle. He gently nibbles on the tip of her ear and he can't help but laugh when Kairi drops her phone.
"Kairi?" Naminé calls. "Hello? Kairi?"
"Dessert before dinner?" Kairi asks breathily and with a smile.
"Why not?" Sora asks as he turns her to face him. Kairi finds herself turning as red as her hair when she sees the look on her boyfriend's face. She didn't think someone as adorable as him had the capability to pull off such a sexy, boyish smirk.
He then captures her lips in a searing, hot kiss, but he keeps things gentle and slow as promised. He carefully forces her back against the wall, and the instant she hits it he grabs the back of both her legs and wraps them around his waist. Her moans echo throughout the cave as he places kisses down her neck again and subtly grinds his hips into hers. In the midst of their heavy breathing, Kairi pulls off Sora's golf shirt and runs her cold hands all over his well-toned muscles, causing her boyfriend to hiss in pleasure.
"Kairi, hello? Is anyone there?"
Sora then begins to undo the buttons of Kairi's dress shirt, and when he gets to the last one, he lets her back down on her feet and helps her shrug out of his oversized shirt. He suddenly—but tenderly—spins her again so that her back is to him, and he pushes his hips into her back so that she can hold the wall for support as he grinds against her from behind.
"You really don't know what you've been doing to me," he grunts into her ear. "You're such a little tease, Kairi." She merely throws her head back and moans in response. He is rewarded with a lovely gasp when his hands travel upward to graze her breasts.
He smirks and begins to place kisses up her spine, and when he gets to the clasp of her bra, he simply bites at the pink undergarment and smiles in satisfaction when it quickly slips off his girlfriend's shoulders and falls to the floor. Kairi gasps at the sudden cold that hits her bare chest, so Sora immediately covers her breasts with his hands, eliciting a long and wonderful moan from his girlfriend.
She throws her head back to rest it on his shoulder and wraps her arms around his head to get him to look at her. He faces her willingly and they share another passionate kiss before Kairi pulls away again to moan at the things he's doing to her breasts. She knew he was talented with his hands given all the years that he's played the guitar, but not this talented.
"Unh, Sora," she cries, "Sora, Sora, Sora."
"Fuck, Kairi," he says, his pants feeling much tighter than before.
"Kairi? What the hell is going on there?"
Sora turns his girlfriend around once more and carries her over to the blanket that he had placed on the floor earlier. He carefully places her down on her back, and the instant she is comfortable, she flips them over so that she is on top.
Sora gasps at the sight before him, because he has never seen anything look so sexy in his entire life. The dim firelight has turned his girlfriend into some seductive temptress, but when she smiles down at his shocked expression, he sees the beautiful, innocent girl that he initially fell in love with and kisses her wrist as a loving gesture. She then smirks and begins tracing his abs, and he knows his temptress has returned.
She starts by kissing his lips and moving down to his jaw, and by the time she gets to his neck, she is noticeably grinding her hips against his. Sora grips her waist tightly and joins her steady rhythm, causing her to moan and throw her head back in pleasure. He inhales sharply to hold back a yell when he sees her bare chest heaving in front of him.
"Shit, Kairi, you are so fucking hot," he says, unable to bite back his words.
She chuckles and brings her lips to his ear. "You like that?"
"Fuck, yes," he groans.
He feels her smirk against his skin as she places kisses down, down, down past his neck, and down, down, down past his belly button. Her teeth graze the button of his jeans, and he resists the urge to cry out when Kairi unbuttons and zips his pants down with her teeth. He pulls her up and flips them over so that he is, once again, the dominant one, and looks into her eyes for certainty.
"You're sure about this?" he asks, the sincerity and innocence in his voice returning.
"Yes," Kairi answers, running her hands up and down his biceps.
Sora closes his eyes and brings his forehead down to hers. He focuses on the sound of the rain outside and her heavy breathing mixed with his.
"I love you," he then says, softly and lovingly.
"I love you, too," Kairi replies, and Sora wastes no time.
For the next few minutes, the two are nothing but a mess of tangled limbs and moans, but each touch, each kiss, and each thrust was magic. At the end of it all, Sora holds Kairi in his arms and hums to her as she lies on his bare chest. She can hear his heart beating, and it beats almost as fast as her own.
"Sora," she whispers, and he immediately gives her his undivided attention.
"Hmm?" he asks, playing with a strand of her hair. She sits up to look at him, and his heart swells. The glow on her face is unmistakable, even in the firelight.
"What are you thinking?" she asks, running her hand over his chest.
He sighs, looks up at the ceiling, and closes his eyes with a smile. "Just that… I'm 99.9% sure that this is the best day of my life."
"99.9?" Kairi asks with a teasing smile. "What would make it 100%?"
Sora suddenly flips them over and hovers over his girlfriend with a playful smirk. He traces her jaw line with his index finger and quickly pecks her lips. "If we did that again."
"Hmm," Kairi hums, playfully tapping her chin. She places her arms around her neck and pulls him closer to her. "I think that can be arranged."
"Wonderful," Sora whispers, and he positions himself for round two.
"Hello? Kairi? HELLO?"
The next day, Sora's yellow Vans are proudly thrown onto the Tree.
Author: Thanks for reading.