AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This fic is intended to be a compilation of oneshots containing (but not limited to) Izumo and Seri romance. Some oneshots will be rated K, others might be leaning more towards the MATURE area. (This story is probably as graphic as I get.) I hope this doesn't deter anyone from reading, but I have a pet peeve in which writers use Japanese terms/words in their fics. So although I know Kusanagi refers to Seri as "Seri-chan" I wanted to avoid using any Japanese terminology so instead I'm going to have him call her "Sweet Seri" instead.
I Don't Own Project K.
#1 ICE CREAM
It was nearing 1 AM and the normally bustling town located in the Tokyo Metropolis was beginning its late descent into sleep. Business owners turned away their customers as they prepared to lock up for the night while the sore and weary headed home to restore their lost energy needed for the weekend. The city lights had dimmed and even the night owls were calling it quits. But while the city was preparing for slumber, inside a small luxury apartment – an inheritance from a late uncle – the night was just beginning for a young couple.
With all the curtains and blinds shut, the apartment was dark save for the relentless streaks of moonlight that peeked through, revealing the immaculate living room. Not a pillow throw was out of place on the leather sectionals and even the ashtray that sat upon the coffee table appeared impeccable despite the frequent use it received. The refrigerator – black, to match the surrounding furniture – sat in the kitchen, its door barren of any magnets, photos, and art one would normally decorate the appliance with.
On an average night, the appliance's hum was the only noise to be heard, its electronic buzz hardly noticeable even in the deathly silence. But tonight another set of sounds dominated the apartment; noises that, should the couple discover their neighbors had overheard, would leave one of them blushing madly. Fortunately, the walls were thick, and not a rustle, thump, pant, or groan was heard outside of the man's bedroom.
The man was aware of this, and each time they participated in these late night rendezvous, he would always remind his partner that she didn't have to hold back those sweet moans that had become music to his ears. Whether she was too prideful or simply shy, she very rarely got loud; instead letting out whimpers all throughout the night, not that the man minded. What man in their right mind wouldn't want to have a whimpering Seri Awashima beneath them?
With his right hand joined with her left, he felt her grip tighten, a sign that she was reaching her limit. Peeling his lips away from her throat, he returned his gaze back to her face where he caught her biting down on her bottom lip in an effort to hold back the pleasure-filled moan that was soon to come out. "Geez," he chuckled lightly, leaning down towards her, "You're a stubborn one, aren't you, Sweet Seri?"
Their lips met just seconds before she climaxed, her body shuddering in Izumo's grip as he deepened their kiss. Eventually, her lips were no longer reciprocating as her exhaustion took over, her body becoming limp as she collapsed back onto the pillow. Removing himself from her, Izumo rolled off her and took his respective spot beside her, admiring the blonde as she lie half-awake.
Her body turned to face him and almost shamefully, she closed the distance between them as she snuggled into his chest. "It's cold," she claimed as she hid her face from him. Since the arrival of November, the days had become rather chilly but for the likes of Izumo and Mikoto, the cold was never a problem when all it took was a snap of a finger and their bodies were emanating heat. It was because of this reason that he removed the blankets when Seri came around. With the heat from their passion and his own powers flaring up as he got caught up in his lust, the warmth from the blankets became unneeded. Of course when their desires were quelled, the cold would hit hard.
"I would have thought the Heartless Woman would be accustomed to the cold," he teased as he ran his hand along the small of her back. The title would have normally earned him a gentle smack or some other form of reprimand, but at the moment casting a glare seemed too tiring even for the always diligent Lieutenant Awashima.
Chuckling, Kusanagi reluctantly pulled away from her to get to his feet. "I'll be back," he whispered when he spotted Seri's tired eyes look up at him confusedly. He retreated to his closet, equipped with suits, button-ups, and tees tailored to his slim, athletic build. Seri's own collection of clothing was starting alongside his which, to another bachelor would set off alarms, didn't seem to bother Izumo in the slightest. Mikoto, probably the only other soul who knew of these trysts, would often mock him; sporting the incredulous idea that he would become a whipped puppy once Seri moved in.
After slipping on a pair of sweats and retrieving a black throw blanket along with a pair of her panties from the closet, the bartender made his way back to the beauty who had drifted off into sleep in the few minutes it took for him to find his items. It was no surprise to him that her exhaustion would finally catch up to her. After a day of bustling to and fro around the city, who wouldn't be? He shrugged as he let the panties drop to the floor. No need to wake her now, he thought as he gently laid the blanket over her body.
Two Hours Later…
Shortly after she had fallen asleep, Izumo had followed suit. As usual he fell asleep with her wrapped in his arms, but sometime during the night she had shifted so that her back was facing him, his hands, which were originally lazily resting on her back, now fondling her breasts out of pure instinct. His hands were skillful in the area, but it definitely made sleeping harder for the lieutenant as she found herself waking up only a few hours after having drifted off. Pouting, she took a look at the clock sitting on his nightstand and saw that the red lights reflected the numbers 3:12.
She shut her eyes and hoped her weariness was enough to drag her back to sleep. But when she had Izumo's fingers pinching her nipples, she found herself feeling wide awake. "Stop that…" She whispered as she fought to peel his hands from her body, a light blush finding its way to her cheeks as she struggled. He was strong, even when out cold, and after fighting him for a few more seconds Seri ultimately admitted defeat; slipping out of bed altogether and leaving him to embrace the blanket she had been wrapped in.
The cold air bit at her skin and she wondered if Izumo ever turned on his heater. Rubbing her arms in an attempt to fight off the heat, Seri began walking around the darkened room as her bright blue eyes searched the floor for their discarded clothing. Her foot brushed against a soft fabric near the foot of the bed and upon closer inspection, she saw that it was his white button-up, the red ascot lying only a few inches from it. She slipped it on before making her way into the living room where she decided to go in search of water.
After downing one glass, she realized that the bland taste didn't satisfy her taste buds. Frowning, she pulled open the refrigerator to see if he had any special juices lying in wait. With the refrigerator light illuminating the entire room, the blonde let her eyes skim each shelf; milk, a case of beer, smoothies, and juices sat upon the top whilst bread, vegetables, egg, and other ingredients occupied the shelves beneath. Her eyes sank to the freezer below and immediately she caught sight of the tub of ice cream sitting beside some bags of frozen fruit.
Even when goosebumps decorated her skin, it seemed the cold didn't seem to deter Awashima from getting her share of the frozen dessert. It wasn't her beloved bean paste, but it was a close second. "Now where does he keep his bowls…?" She said to herself as she went about opening the cabinets above her. He was a well-organized man, a trait she found oddly attractive, so it didn't take long to come upon his stash of fine China and porcelain.
Just as she was preparing to make a grab for the white bowl within her reach, another hand, that appeared to have come from over her shoulder, beat her to it. Startled at first, Seri paused, watching as the bowl was set before her and a gentle chuckle reached her ears. "I wouldn't mind waking up to this sight every day, Sweet Seri," the husky voice of HOMRA's bartender said. Gentle hands went to her angular waist while his nose went to nuzzling her neck.
"You only have vanilla," Seri deadpanned, frowning at his choice of ice cream. Her abrupt statement made the man pause as he found himself at a loss for words. Here they were, barely clothed in his kitchen with a whole night ahead of them, and while he was fondling her, all she could think about was her red bean paste. He listened to her sigh and watched as she began scooping the dessert out into her bowl regardless. "But I guess this will do." She said as she continued to fill her bowl with perhaps twice the recommended serving.
Despite her rather distant attitude, Izumo couldn't help but pass the lady a smile before reaching to grab her hands with his own and landing a few kisses to her neck. He couldn't gauge much of a reaction from the Heartless Woman so he briefly stopped his ministrations to admire her. As his hands rested atop hers, he noted that her skin was cold to the touch, and no doubt, her preferred snack wasn't helping.
Taking a step back from her, he headed in the direction of his sofa where he settled. "When you're done treating yourself there," he told her, "come join me over here, won't you?"
Seri, though missing the warmth of the man who had only seconds ago peppered her with kisses, didn't want to appear too desperate for his touch, so remained in the kitchen waiting for the right time to accept his invitation. Perhaps it was a part of her pride to represent Scepter 4 that she often found herself unwilling to submit so easily to him, a Red. Izumo, however, had no qualms about being the one who unashamedly initiated the snuggling, cuddling, kissing, and love making.
While licking her lips clean of the latest spoonful of ice cream she had, with her bowl of ice cream still in hand, she began to approach the bartender who was patiently awaiting her; bare-chested and clothed only in a pair of grey sweats. His hazel eyes never left her as she stood before him, and she wondered what dirty thoughts he had churning in his head when she was clad only in his shirt.
He began to pat his thigh, signaling for her to take a seat on his lap. She faltered at first, but eventually settled herself down atop him, her long legs dangling off one side of his body and her ice cream settle on her lap. Once she was snug, one of Izumo's arms immediately went around her shoulders while the other went to wrap around her torso. As if she had had just stepped over the vent of an active heater, Seri felt a sudden change in temperature and the nighttime chill vanished. "Thought I could warm you up a little," the blonde bartender whispered teasingly into her ear, "melt that icy heart of yours."
"A blanket would have sufficed," she responded, a small smile gracing her features as she gazed up at him. The retort rewarded her with a chuckle as he tightened his grip around her, enjoying the woman's soft body underneath his fingertips. Seri, on the other hand, was so caught up in his gentle caresses that she was beginning to drift off; the only thoughts filling her mind being those of the man who held her. Perhaps it was due to her drowsiness, but she let herself imagine a life outside of Scepter 4 in a world where there were no Kings or their clans. Would she have come upon this bartender if that had been the situation?
Before she could delve into any answers and probabilities, she was startled out of her reverie by Izumo's charming voice. "Don't I get any of that?" The ice cream completely forgotten by the lieutenant, she had to follow his gaze downwards to see what he meant.
A milky pool of white greeted her. Once cold, round mounds, due to the heat from Izumo's red aura, only a single scoop could still be labeled as ice cream. The flavor still remained despite the state of matter it was in and Seri, grateful that he had reminded her, intended to finish it to satisfy her craving. Sitting upright in his lap, she picked up the spoon and said, "You can have whatever's left."
As she resumed eating, Izumo watched her, marveling at how much junk she ate without gaining a single pound. Of course when her job kept her on her feet and HOMRA's boys constantly leading her on a chase through the city, she definitely got her daily exercise. And whatever wasn't worked off, well, he could imagine where all of it went; the plump rear of hers that rested on his leg and the breasts he was just beginning to eye.
The shirt she donned, currently unbuttoned and opened wide, did a rather poor job of keeping her goods hidden so when that drop of condensation from her bowl dripped onto her collar bone, nothing stopped his eyes from watching it travel down between her breasts, down her center to end its destination near her exposed belly button. Odd how having a naked Seri settled upon his lap wasn't near as arousing as a drop of water.
Suddenly taking note of the odd silence the man had taken, Seri, curious to his sudden behavior, glanced over at him. His eyes were cast downwards towards her abdomen, and seeing how intently he was staring at it, she couldn't help but blush. But before she could question him, she watched as his head began ducking low until he was eye-level with her stomach.
Gentle lips met with her skin and it wasn't long after that Seri found herself being maneuvered to lean back against the cushions. His touches, once tender and loving, become rough and lustful as they roamed her sides. Small whimpers escaped her as Izumo began traveling upwards, his lips taking every care to kiss every inch of her along the way. When they were once again face-to-face, he didn't allow her to mutter a single word before covering her mouth with his own. Lips locked and with no intention of leaving the sectional any time soon, Izumo's expert hands began to roam her body with an energy neither of them realized he had. It was as if he was feeling her for the first time all over again.
His hands moved over her sides, down to her stomach, up to her sternum, before returning to her breasts. It wasn't until he had both globes in his hands that he took note of a cold, sticky, and wet substance staining her skin. Forcing himself away from her lips he glanced down to see that the bowl of ice cream, which had probably become nothing but liquid by now, had spilled sometime during his advances and was now dripping down Seri's curvaceous body. Of course Seri noticed it long before he had and she passed him an icy glare that made the room drop in temperature.
Izumo slowly backed away from her, allowing her room to sit up. "Ah…My apologies, Sweet Seri… I got a little ahead of myself, didn't I?"
She looked over the mess he had created and after assessing the damage, she, in surprise to him, clambered back onto his lap. Her voice was cold when she spoke to him, but her icy blues had softened, reflecting a teasing nature. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she neared his lips, a kiss just centimeters away. "How do you intend to clean this up, Mr. Bartender?"
Izumo thanked the love bug for nipping Seri and smirked, running a hand along her cheek. It wasn't often she tried to talk dirty or initiate any sort of foreplay, so if he wasn't aroused before, he definitely was now. "Well," he began, "it's too late to run a shower…" His smirk became dangerous as he let his eyes travel over her body, paying very close attention to the areas that glistened due to the dessert. "But if you don't mind, I have been waiting for my share of ice cream…"
ICE CREAM: END
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I hope you enjoyed my first chapter! If you have any comments, criticisms, or suggestion for a next story, feel free to leave a review or message me!