Hatsumi.
His hand drifted slowly to her cheek, cupping her face. She sighed as she felt calloused hands rubbing circles on her temples and everywhere around her face. Memories of him with another women angered her, and she had been suprised.
But now she knew why.
His warmth wouldn't seem to go away as she pressed against him, the wall trapping her from any escape. But she didn't want to escape.
Hatsumi.
She slid off his glasses and layed them on the coffee table along with her remaining cappucino. Her hands tangled in his hair, feeling the bleach blond beneath her finger tips, savoring every second of every minute of being with him, breathing him, seeing him.
Hatsumi.
He'd never felt this way before, as complete as he could ever be when she was with him. Her hands felt so good in his hair, tangled and trapped. Her mouth was as soft as a flower as it tentively layed kisses around his neck and collar bone, etching her name unto his very skin.
His breathing was getting heavier as she pressed her hands against his chest and grabbed his shirt in her hands, pulling him against her, almost making him kiss her.
Hatsumi.
"CRAP"
Hatsumi darted away from Ryoki and grabbed her coat and scarf, pulling it on.
"I have to be at work in 5 minutes!"
Ryoki let out a annoyed sigh as she ran out the door.