So I really, really could not leave this scene alone. It wanted to be written SO BAD. Another shoutout to Arc En Ciel, as she loves violent Shin and Yankumi and I got some collarbone action in there for her :P
"Well. That was awkward," Shin remarked dryly, his hand still tightly wrapped around Kumiko's shoulder, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"Why did you leave the door open?" she shot indignantly.
"I didn't know you were going to try and knock my head off my shoulders the moment I set foot inside," he retorted.
"I did not!" she argued, and the fingers in her shoulder tightened, digging deeper, pressing with more than just affection or passion; there was aggression locked up in the touch, even threat.
"You might as well have," he said dryly, wiping his mouth with his other hand, and then he turned her and pressed her back against the wall beside the door, flattening her out before him, pinning her with his full weight – if he used anything less she'd turn on him in a heartbeat. "Now, where were we?" he added with a dark, hot glare.
"I can't believe Shinohara-sensei saw..." she said distractedly, almost oblivious as Shin pushed his face against the side of hers, breath hot in her ear as he trailed his mouth down her neck.
"Forget about him," he said bluntly, only pulling away long enough to speak before reattaching himself to her skin, buried in sensations of her; feel, smell, taste.
"He looked so... so," she mumbled; he had looked a horrible mix of shocked, embarrassed and even judgemental, like she'd disappointed him somehow.
"Forget. About. Him," Shin ordered, spacing each word with a hard kiss along her collarbone. He carefully picked up her skin between his teeth and pulled, right over the bone – not hard enough to hurt, just enough pressure to make her squirm, knowing it'd make her want more.
"I can't just forget!" she spat, and in a fit of annoyance shoved him back; he staggered, almost falling.
"What does it matter what he thinks!" he snarled. "He's not your responsibility!"
"But the way he looked at me," she protested. "It was so harsh – it made me... made me think I ought to be ashamed." That was the heart of it; Shinohara's horrified expression, reminding her that what her and Shin were wasn't normal – that it might be wrong. Shin just watched her for a moment, and then he took a stern, intimidating step forward.
"You have nothing to be ashamed about," he stated, reaching out to tuck his fingers under her chin, trailing his thumb along her lip, slightly swollen with his own aggressive attention. "I love you," he added, as if an ordinary, everyday epithet to attach to a statement, "exactly as you are. Everything. You have no reason to feel ashamed because you, this," he continued, cementing his other hand against her shoulder, drilling her back into the wall, then closing the space with his body, until the last words whispered against her lips, felt more than heard, "is perfect."
His hands slipped down to grab her by the waist, and he lifted her up and pressed her back against the wall, ankles locking behind him out of habit, and there was no need for words when they could communicate through touch; through deep, penetrating kisses, locking himself so tightly against her, like he could bind them together for good.
Kumiko let him enclose her, knotting one hand in the back of his hair, a strong anchor, and the other clamping tightly over his shoulder; when he rocked against her, she shuddered and pulled on his hair, drove her fingertips deep into the muscles of his shoulders, and Shin jolted with the pain, then repeated the action – harder. It had taken him a while to convince her that she didn't have to hold back with him, that he wanted to feel her full strength; that he didn't mind – actually liked – to come away with bruises from her hands, to feel aches from her even days after they'd been made.
He wanted her without control or restraint, to be opened to raw energy, both marking and being marked. He fought back just as hard – they never went down without a fight, or there was no point in victory. She bit into his lip and he moaned, a low, guttural vibration that she felt against her skin. Shin didn't just accept her as she was, he embraced, adored it. The parts of herself that she used to hide, that she had toned down in the presence of Shinohara, not wanting him to see such an unbecoming side of her – they were what he wanted most.
It was the total acceptance, the unconditional support, that made her fall in love with him long before she realised it, coming to need his opinions, to rely on him. It took about two weeks after he graduated for her to she realised how she missed him; when he got back in touch she was elated to see him again. She could almost resent Shinohara now, for ever making her doubt what they had. It was rough, perhaps, and not exactly conventional on occasion, but it was honest, and that mattered more than she'd ever be able to explain to someone.
She put her feet down to the floor and dragged him back, and he let himself be bent by the hair, yielding unconditionally, teeth grit tightly with the pleasure and pain he seemed unable to separate. She was confused and guilty at first when their arguments became violent, but it didn't take long for her to realise that was the way he encouraged things to go, the way he wanted it, and she no longer worried about throwing down every irritation or frustration at him. Sometimes they didn't even have an argument before a fight, one of them would just start and then it'd invariably escalate.
They didn't stay against the wall, unable to maintain such a position for too long, and the security of the room they were in already proven to be unreliable, they made a quick dash across to her – or more and more, their – room, making sure the door was firmly closed before tumbling down in a mess of too-rough touches. When the fever took over it was like nothing else mattered, and Shinohara was long forgotten as they clawed and struggled to the intense conclusion of what had been started long ago.
Afterwards they lay side by side, and Kumiko traced her fingertips along the pale, upturned underside of Shin's arm, livid with blotches, marks dug in by her fingers and nails. She knew now that she could hurt him, hit him with everything she had, and he'd still stay; she didn't know if there was anything that could make him leave. He'd said it the first time he told her he loved her – that he wanted to be with her always, and she honestly believed him.
He pulled her in for a kiss, lingering and slow, and she came to rest across his chest, her hair pooling across his skin. Aside from the sharp, violent flare of their tempers and passion combined, there was also Shin the lazy, the unmotivated, and the quietly intimate. The balancing force to the fire, he would hold her against him lethargically, drawing his hand slowly, gently up and down her back. They were still for a while, and then Kumiko stirred first, collecting hastily-abandoned clothes and redressing under Shin's critical eyes.
"You're not planning on going back out there?" he remarked unappraisingly.
"I said that I would," she answered. "I want to see how Shinohara-sensei is doing." Shin huffed and rolled over, then with an even greater sigh pushed himself upright and reached for his own things.
"Fine," he grumbled, "but you still don't owe him any explanations."
"Of course not," she dismissed assuredly, stretching out and feeling the twinges in her muscles slowly release. Partly, she just wanted to face Shinohara confidently, let him see her and Shin happy rather than fighting, let him understand how they worked.
As they met Kyo on the way out, and returned to meet Shinohara once more, she couldn't deny herself a little smugness as she saw the way he looked at her and Shin upon their entrance. She was a little embarrassed when he so obviously referred to her absence during their goodbye, but the questioning glances no longer seemed critical or challenging, because she knew she had nothing to defend. She already had the most important thing of all.
Happiness.
Because I'm a perv and wanna peep in on Everything That Shin Does. Especially the sexy bits. I also love giving kinks to all my best-loved characters, and Shin and Yankumi definitely suit this one I think ;)