A/N: I just want to rant. My Imac crashed last night, and I was crying nonstop because all of my stuff and unfinished works were all inside my hard drive, and have no way of retrieving them. T_T booohooo! I have actually written half of this fan fiction when my computer crashed, fortunately for you Uta No Prince-sama fans out there, today is my off day, and I managed to recreate the first chapter, much better than the old one. Hurray!
But still….. huhuhuhu T_T, my computer is still in a state of coma and seeing its sorry state, I wanted to perform euthanasia on it, while waiting for the repair guy to come..
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I do not own Uta no Prince, just borrowing the characters for fun. I apologize for the grammar and spelling mistakes in advance.
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Category: Uta No Prince Sama
Title: A Scarf, A Lace Garter and A Guessing Game
Chapter 1
Did I get the address right? Haruka glanced down at the piece of name card she was holding. Yes, this is the correct place. She turned left and right, studying the hallway of the lift lobby, the black granite highly polished floors gleaming. There was no one around. But then again, who would loiter around in the lobby of this exclusive condominium tower? The walls were peppered with bronze metallic strips and silver travertine marble imported from Italy. The lobby itself gave a clue to the occupants' vast opulence.
She always knew her friend, Tomochika Shibuya comes from a wealthy and affluent family. It certainly showed with the way she dressed and accessorized, the names of famous fashion house labels were sewn in discreetly hidden dress tags she always wore. Tomo-chan is not the type to flaunt her family's wealth around. But her impeccable taste in clothes is enough for her to discern otherwise. After all, they have been roommates for two years now at Gakuen Saotome. The most famous school for budding idols and music composers in Japan.
In her nervousness, Haruka did not realize that she was tapping her short heels against the granite floor. She immediately stopped what she was doing, and caught a reflection of herself in one of the bronze strips. She had dressed with extreme care, choosing one of those white crocheted dresses that her grandmother had so lovingly made for her. The thin straps perfectly showing off her slim, white , delicate shoulders. The modest v-neckline suited her, not exposing too much of her chest, unlike some of the dresses a few girls her age currently favors. She does not have a generous bosom like her friend, Tomo-chan, but she's proud enough to sport a B-cup strapless bra with silk and ribbons accentuating the top of her cups. The color is white of course. Even her panties is virginal white in color.
The skirt flared slightly a few centimeters below her knees. She decided to wear her favorite red, silk strappy sandals to match her devil-red lipcolor. The lipstick was a gift from Tomo-chan. She had given it to her last Christmas before they each went on their own family vacation. The red color was a welcome addition to her stark white outfit. When she had applied the lipstick on her lips, she had to admit that the color brought out the pink from her cheeks, and had seemed to deepen the color of her unusual amber eyes. It even gave her the illusion of having sexy hair, even though they usually hung straight and boring. How about if I ruffle my hair a bit? She thought absentmindedly, while studying her reflection.
There, she said to herself, after running her fingers through the strands carelessly. Now she looked like a modern-day Lolita, complete with red silk ribbons threaded in her hair. What would her grandmother think when she sees her this way? She sighed and finger-combed her hair again, trying to reduce the waves.
Tomo-chan was persistent when she called her on her mobile phone, begging her to spend the day with her yesterday afternoon. Her brother who was in town for a series of family reunion is busy tying up some last minute business dealings for the family. She will be spending the day alone in the apartment, and she needs distraction before the upcoming family events. The Shibuya family is involved in a lot in investment deals in the export and import of goods. It is one of the main reasons why they can afford to let Tomo-chan pursue her dream of being a pop idol in the first place. Otherwise, she would also be helping in the family business.
She decided to stop dilly-dallying in front of the main door of the penthouse. Knowing her friend, she would probably insist on spending the day outside her brother's penthouse apartment, shopping for the latest clothes and accessories. The late afternoon sun's heat is just right for a day activity. She pressed the doorbell, situated at the side of the heavy mahogany door and heard a faint peal of bells ringing inside.
She gave one final smooth-over on her dress, accidentally brushing her upper left thigh, suddenly remembering the lacy garter she had pulled on while she was dressing. She blushed slightly, when she thought of the lacy garter she had accidentally picked up in a lingerie store, while she was out shopping for Tomo's birthday present last year. She mistook the lace garter for a headband, one of several garters sitting on a crystal bowl near the counter. They looked so pretty inside the bowl, like multi-colored candies that she could not help but get one for herself. The slim, young woman manning the cashier gave a laugh when she tried to pull the garter over her head, puzzled at the tightness of the hairband.
"That's a stocking garter, miss" the young woman gave a giggle. " It's not a hair accessory". Haruka was so embarrassed by what she had done that she volunteered to pay for the thing, along with a pair of silky pajamas as a gift for Tomo-chan. Later on, she found out from a Google website what those lacy garters are for.
The lacy garters, with its silk ribbon trimmings seemed too beautiful to be hidden underneath a woman's skirts. One article stated that the design is also meant to be seen by the woman's intended groom, who has the only right to remove it, as tradition dictates, during a wedding reception. The trimmings is meant to titillate the groom until the time comes that the new husband and wife will leave for their honeymoon.
So, in the end, the scrap piece of lace that caused her major embarrassment stayed in her underwear drawer for more than half a year, undisturbed on its box. But while she was rummaging for her underwear after she stepped out of the shower, she saw the box again and decided to put it to good use. It's not as if she has a lover to show it off, it was such a shame to let the flimsy lace go to waste.
Still, she could not forget the feeling of the tight garter on her thigh. The feeling of soft lace skimming her skin from her foot, to her ankles and knees, and finally to her upper thigh, which send delicious sensations down her spine. It was like doing something forbidden. It was the same feeling she got when lied for the first time to her grandmother, when she asked her if she was alright, after coming home from middle school one rainy afternoon, drenched and flushed. She just got her first kiss on the cheek from an older middle schooler who was about to graduate and move on to junior high. He cornered her near the gym, pulled her to one side and confessed his feelings to her. She was nursing a crush on him at that time too, but unfortunately, due to his father's nature of work, his family is forced to transfer to a new location. So he had mustered enough courage to tell her how he feels before he went away. She had cried a little when she found out his feelings for her. So much wasted time, but he just grinned, told her they might meet again in the future and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Now, the garter stays. It seemed to complete her white outfit, though people won't notice that she was wearing one. But it annoys her a bit that one such piece of lace would make her so conscious of herself. It was like sporting a new haircut, or wearing a new eye makeup that you wouldn't know whether it compliments you or not. Her mind keeps on straying on that piece of thing, occupying her thoughts frequently.
"Miss, how long are we supposed to stand here?" a deep voice interrupted her.
Haruka looked up, cheeks reddening. An old man, somewhere in his sixties, judging by his white hair, and wearing a stiff butler's uniform gazed down at her through his gleaming glasses.
"I'm sorry," she stammered, trying to compose herself, "I'm looking for my friend, Tomochika Shibuya. My name is Haruka Nanami, I am studying in the same school with her."
The old man broke into a smile. "Ah.. Miss Nanami, we are expecting you. Come in." he held the door open for her, and she went in.
Inside, the penthouse apartment looks grander. The walls were papered with expensive wallpaper. The foyer was simply decorated with a black lacquered Chinese antique long table. A Degas painting hung above it, and she looked at the picture of young ballerinas practicing for their rehearsal. Their footsteps were muffled with the same, cream-colored carpet as the wallpaper.
"This way, Miss Nanami" the butler gave a slight bow before leading the way.
"Thank you, sir." She smiled politely, following him.
"Please call me Louis" he glanced back at her. She nodded, and said, "Thank you, Louis."
They passed through a series of closed doors made of Indian rosewood, the dark wood stain contrasting beautifully against the creamy, textured designer wallpaper. A few more paintings of Degas hung on the walls, depicting girls in various forms of ballet poses. At the end of the hallway, a double set of doors met them, and Louis grasped both doorknobs to open it.
Inside is the most marvelous lounge area she had ever seen. The shiny, wood parquet floors seemed newly polished. She could smell the faint lemon oil used to clean the black, Ming Dynasty chairs scattered throughout the room. A white grand piano beckoned at one corner, the ivory keys seemed to invite her to touch them and hear them sing. Designer orchids sat on every available table, and at the center of the room, three white sofas were arranged facing each other for users who want to have intimate conversations and discussions. Sunlight poured in the large picture windows, framed by heavy, white damask curtains with rose patterns.
"What a lovely room, " she went forward and touched the velvety petals of the orchid nearest to her.
"Pardon me, Miss Nanami, " Louis was holding a scarf on his hand, "Miss Shibuya is presently occupied at the moment, but she left implicit instructions for me to follow."
Huh? "I'm sorry, I do not follow you", Haruka dropped the orchid she was smelling and faced the old man, hair whipping at the side of her face.
"Miss Shibuya asked me to blindfold you, as she has prepared a sort of entertainment to keep you company while she is still occupied with her urgent engagements." He held out an Hermes scarf for her to see.
Now what is she up to? Haruka stared at Louis. " I see." Is this one of her pranks again? Honestly, Tomo-chan sometimes doesn't act her age.
" I am so sorry if this may cause distress, but I assure you, you are in safe hands." Louis bowed low.
So like Tomo-chan and her loved of theatrics. Oh, well. Let's get this over and done with. She gave a non committal shrug. "Will this entertainment take a while? I thought we were supposed to go out or something?" she went towards the old butler resigned.
"No more than a couple of hours at most, my lady" Louis assured her with a smile. He waited for her to reach him, and gestured the young woman to turn so he can tie the scarf behind her head. When he is sure that the cloth he had tied is secure, he took the young woman's right elbow and guided her to the nearest sofa, and assisted her.
And then, he strode out of the room, his footsteps echoing softly on the floor.
Outside, his young mistress was standing, waiting for him. He closed the door behind him with a click before speaking.
"All done, Miss Shibuya."
"Thank you, Louis. I knew I could count on you." She smiled brightly, the dimples on her cheeks showing.
"I hope you are doing the right thing, Miss" he scolded gently, "Your brother will be furious if he knew you treated your guest into one of your mischievous schemes." He straightened up and arranged the black ribbon at his neck.
"Oh pssshht!" Tomo-chan giggled. " I am just giving her a helping hand." She went beside him and placed her right ear to the door where Louis emerged. Haruka-chan won't hear anything outside the room. Which is perfect for what she had in mind.
"You will stand here and wait, Louis"
He bowed. "As you wish, young mistress"
The lounge area is indeed a peaceful place. The pipe-in speakers began to play Tchaikovsky's Waltz of the Flowers from the Nutcracker Suite. She began to relax, the stiff muscle on her shoulders started to loosen up, as she sat quietly, patiently waiting for the "entertainment" that her friend had prepared for her.
She heard the door open quietly, and she turned to her right, momentarily forgetting that she was blindfolded, so she could not see who came in.
Now that she has no use for her eyes, her senses were heightened by the temporary loss of vision. She could suddenly feel the electrical tension in the air. It seemed to crackle. She found herself breathing evenly and deeply, trying to calm her nerves that began to build up. Her heartbeat began to slow down, as if it too wanted to stay quiet and guess who was in the room with her. What is she doing here?
The footsteps began to walk towards her. Heavy footsteps which signify that the person is male. One, two, three.. four, five.. she counted mentallyuntil it reached her side. Instinctively, she looked up, imagining the person is staring down at her form.
She flinched a little, when a finger suddenly began to trace her lower lip.
"Who are you?" she asked the visitor, but it did not answer, and she wasn't expecting a reply anyway.
The finger continued to trace her lower lip, and Haruka felt herself quivering underneath his touch. The finger traced till it reached the corners of her mouth, running its tip below her chin, where he tilted her head up, and felt warm lips descend on hers.
She gasped in surprise. But the lips continued to explore her mouth, running the its tongue across her lower lip, determined to follow the fingertip's path earlier. When he reached the corners of her melting mouth, his hand sneaked into her upper nape, grabbed a small handful of her short hair and gently pulled, so she was forced to look up and receive his kiss under her chin.
She could feel herself trembling from the excitement of being kissed by a stranger. As his lips continued to assault her jawline, a barrage of smells invaded her nose: aftershave cologne which reminds her of the sea. And something like soft leather, and a woodsy smell that clung to him.
His kiss deepened. He started to nibble her soft lips with his teeth, biting and teasing her senseless. His hands began to roam her body, starting with her small waist, clutching at her with his strong hands. He skimmed the sides of her ribcage, feeling his way on her slim body, testing her like a tuned instrument. She could feel her skirts riding up, threatening to expose her lower half.
She pulled him up for another of his kisses, when his mouth began to concentrate on the sides of her neck, bringing new sensations skating down her back.
He smoothed her skirt down, but gave a growl when she finally bit his lower lip in response to the heat of their kisses. Pushing her forward until she rested against the sofa's backrest, his hand went down to grip her ankle, holding her tight. He lifted her leg up, and rested it on top of his knee, half-straddling him.
Unaware that the position she was now in is driving her kisser mad with desire, she leaned forward for more of his kisses, the strap of her crochet dress falling on one shoulder.
"What do we have here?" his deep voice said and Haruka blushed, realizing that he was now touching the ribbons of her lacy garter.
He inserted one finger underneath, caressing the covered skin, and Haruka could swear, her panties are almost drenched with her wetness. Pretty soon, he would also notice her embarrassing state.
"You are driving me mad.." he whispered longingly. He gave a deep sigh, and they slowly pulled apart.
Confused, she looked up, despite the blindfold that acts like a barrier between them. She was breathing heavily like him, her chest heaving, pulse racing.
He reluctantly released his hold on her waist. His lips lingering for one more kiss. Then he slowly withdrew his hand from her upper thigh, dragging his fingers down her creamy skin, before arranging her skirts to make her look less disheveled. Hooking another finger on the strap of her dress, she imagined him momentarily torn between pulling the strap further away from her skin, rather than returning it to its original position.
She could hear another deep sigh from him, as he ran a hand through her hair to smooth the tangles away.
The depression on the sofa foam between her legs was lifted, and the footsteps echoed away from her. The door opened and closed with a click. She found herself dragged down to earth with Tchaikovsky's ending of the Waltz, ringing in her ears.
Haruka fanned herself, trying to cool down. Who would have guessed that this was the form of "entertainment" that Tomo-chan had in mind? Judging by the time that passed, she would say that the first part of the entertainment is not over yet.
She stood and began to navigate her way by holding out her hands in front of her, so she can feel her way around the room. Her foot kept on hitting hard objects, as she slowly made her way away from the sofa. A distraction is what she needs, walking and feeling her way around the vast room may seem like a ridiculous idea, but at least it gave her something to do. She closed her eyes, trying to recall the room's layout.
Woomphed! She stumbled backwards when she hit something hard. She froze for a moment, when strong arms caught her at the waist, steadying her.
Still holding up her hands in front of her, her fingers came to contact with a knitted sweater. Long-fingered hands caught hold of her fragile wrists.
Whoever is this second visitor, he is good. She did not even hear him come inside the room.
He lifted her up suddenly, placing his arm under her knees, released his hold over her wrist, before cradling her back. "W-wait.."
Ignoring her, he walked a few paces before he sat down on a chair, carrying her with him, so that she is now sitting on his lap, trapping her legs on both sides of his waist. She felt herself blush to the roots of her hair for being in such an intimate position. She could practically feel his hardness separated by his pants and underwear, and her own underwear, while her skirts hitched up higher than she would have liked.
The long fingered hands, ran up from her knees, caressing her skin, until it met the lacy garter. The hand stilled momentarily, surprised by what it found. Then it continued its quest upward, until both hands were holding her bare hips and the side of her cotton panties.
Hot breath meeting the skin of her neck, she tried to push him away. "Not this way.." she said in a small voice, but her protests were silenced when his scorching lips descend upon hers. She closed her mouth firmly, denying him further access, but the caress he is giving on her hips was proving to be an effective distraction to her defenses, and she finally relaxed a bit before she opened her mouth to let him in.
The moan she gave was lost between their mouths, as his tongue entered hers, probing her secrets. Keeping her hands between them, it was a last resort she could think off to prevent further intimate contact with her second kisser.
"You sly, little minx" he whispered on her lips. "do you know how utterly delicious you look with your virginal dress? It makes me want to eat you."
"I didn't.." she mumbled, torn between pushing him away and getting closer to him. She clutched at the rough woolen sweater he was wearing, drinking in the intensity of the kiss he is giving her. I did not wore this dress for your own viewing pleasure.
He started to surge upward, grinding his hardness against the apex of her thighs. And she imitated him, her hips moving against him in an unfamiliar, yet instinctive movement that was instilled to all daughters of Eve. She knew she should be ashamed of herself for feeling this way, but thanks to the blindfold, she felt the shackles of her identity break away. She felt uninhibited, slowly becoming drunk to the power of her femininity. She knew she is on dangerous ground now, but for the moment, she did not care. For the first time, she got the taste of what being a woman feels like.
"Such an intoxicating wench you are." he murmured on her ear. The vibrations of his voice, sending a torrent of desire cursing through her veins, doubling the speed of her racing heart.
He gave her a few more caresses before he pulled away from her. She was almost sorry that the time limit is already ending. It felt like they had barely just begun getting to know each other.
Just like the first visitor, her second kisser smoothed her hair, removing the tangles from her slightly sweaty face. He gave a teasing tweak on her lacy garter, murmured something like "a surprise revelation, Haruka", before he lifted her up and carried her back to the sofa where she was originally sitting.
As he gently placed her in a sitting position, she caught a whiff of a familiar expensive perfume. The smell was similar to the perfume that had once clung to her dad's old clothes when she used to see her mom packing her father's suitcase after he was called for an urgent business trip. It reminded her of home.
Once again, she heard the second visitor's footsteps walking away from her, and she felt sad, at the thought of being alone inside the room. No would be around to hold her and tell her that everything is okay.
A/N: Whew. So. Chapter One finished in one day. Tell me what you think? Any guesses on who was kissing Haruka? The first one to guess shall win a bag of Oreos from me.. LOL!
Send me your violent reactions.