It was snowing outside.
I was curled up on the couch with a boy I'd just met. Blue, cat like hair brushed against my neck, shimmering blue eyes hidden behind closed eyelids as he rested against my neck. Yes, we were spooning in the school's student lounge by a nice fireplace on a nice, worn, soft couch. We were the only ones here. Thinking back I still had no clue how I ended up here.
I'd walked into the large room, ready to have a nice relaxing three hour wait for my next class to start. And there he was, resting on the couch. I didn't know him, but I'd seen him around campus some. "Hey," I called out, approaching him with my bag slung over my shoulder and my mask put perfectly in place. He grumbled in his sleep, moving some so he was no longer laying in the middle of the couch but on the edge. "Hey," I called again, closer and louder.
One eye opened, "Hey," he replied dully. He closed his eye as if I'd be satisfied with just that.
"Why are you here at this time?" I asked. It was around four and people were either in class or running home. These three hours I was usually the only one in the room with the small cases where someone would walk in, sit at a table for ten minutes, then leave.
"Got nothing better to do," he said.
"Hinamori Amu," I introduced myself, laying my bag against a table. His eye opened again to examine me. "My name." I clarified. He closed his eye again, almost seeming asleep now. It was moments before he introduced himself.
"Tsukiyomi Ikuto." I smiled, now satisfied. I knew my intruder now. I sat down across from him on another couch, pulling out a book to pass my time. I glanced over the pages and just realized how handsome the boy really was. Tanned skin, stone carved features with a sense of softness behind it, dressed in a black long sleeve and blue faded jeans. I blushed as he opened his eye again. He'd caught me staring. "Come here," he said, shifting so he could use his finger as emphasis.
I got up, placing my book down on the table and walked over to him. I completely missed the mischievous smirk till it was too late.
And here I am. Laying on the couch, not sure how I got here, being cuddled into. His arm wrapped around my waist, his other was my pillow, his head resting in the crook of my neck, and one of his legs curled right along the back of mine. I'd never done this kind of thing with anyone, and thus being very intimate for me. A deep blush burned my cheeks, my eyes scrunched shut, and my body completely tense. His warm breath hit my neck and every time I tried to suppress a flinch.
He pulled me closer to him, now feeling every inch of his body curved to mine. "Ease up a little, it's hard sleeping with a rock." Ease up? How was I able to ease up?
"H-How can I e-ease up?" I asked, cursing in my mind for my embarrassed stutter. I felt a heavy wave of his breath on my neck and shivered in response. "I-I can't ease up. Not with you this close to me."
He chuckled, letting loose a new kind of shiver. "Do you want me to make you loose, or do you want to do it yourself and save you and me both the trouble." He was right. I tried releasing my tense mussels, but only resulted in being even more tense than a rock. More like a huge bolder. He sighed, "You leave me no choice." This shiver was also new, one of anticipation.
I was once again left wondering how I'd ended up in this new position. Now I was rolled over, facing him. I felt his hand on the back of my knee. Then it rose some. "Are you nervous?" A new blush spread across my face. He was playing the nervous game with a complete stranger to make her not as tense? Was this guys logic sound? He rose his hand some more. "Nervous?" I nodded, eyes scrunched close, a blush coloring my cheeks. Obviously this wasn't good enough. "Nervous?" he asked again, raising some more. He was almost touching my but! I nodded even harder, biting my lip now.
"Open your eyes," he said, suddenly in my ear. It took me a few tries, but when I finally did open my eyes I was locked with deep blue and I was lost. He moved his hand so it was now on my lower back, and slid it so it was locked around my waist again. "Ah," he sighed. "Much better." I hadn't even realized it but I was as loose as a noodle. What kind of magic was this?
He cuddled into me again, using the side of my neck again as a pillow. "You smell nice," he hummed, almost sounding either drunk or half asleep already. "Strawberries and cream." That was the kind of shampoo I used. Another deep blush graced us with its presence.
"Y-You do too," I said, now just catching the whiff of chocolate and mint. It was addictive. It felt nice in his arms, only now did I realize. I completely turned to mush against him.
It was then that I heard someone walk into the space that was usually mine, but now also Ikuto's. Whoever it was paused in the doorway but didn't move forward or back from there. Ikuto shifted against me to see who it was that was disturbing his sleep again. His arm wrapped around my waist tightened. From this angle I was nuzzling into his neck, and once again I took in a whiff of his sent. My head spun. I'd never felt like this. Comfortable, addicted, and even at ease.
"What is it, Tadase?" Ikuto asked the boy in the doorway. I'd have probably shot out of Ikuto's grasp when I heard the name, but I was intoxicated. I bit my lip for a moment before trying something. It wasn't the best time, but I didn't care. I licked his neck, and lightly bit onto the same spot. Ikuto tensed next to me, then a shiver ran through his body which shook against me.
"Let Amu go," the boy said, I recognized the voice, a face filled my mind, and a memory flashed before my eyes.
It was a morning, just earlier the same day. Tadase had come up to me after one of my classes and asked me out. Tadase told me not to answer him till later so I couldn't answer him "yes" even though I'd had a crush on him for so long. He wanted me to think about it.
Now I was sucking the neck of someone I'd just met that also knew Tadase. I let Ikuto's skin slide from my teeth and licked the sore, red skin timidly. "What makes yo think she wants to leave?" His voice and in my ears like music. He was really good at covering up whatever he was feeling from my earlier treatment.
What the hell was wrong with me? Was I high? No. It wasn't possible. I'd never done drugs in my life, nor had I ever gotten close to them. So why was my brain so fuzzy? "Ikuto." I let his name slip from my lips in a whisper. I sounded out of breath, maybe even light headed.
"Amu!" Tadase's broke through to me, but it was far too late. I clung onto Ikuto's shirt as I turned my head to look at Tadase. It was very awkward, but I didn't want to move. "Why are you here with him?" When he mentioned Ikuto, he glared, hissed, and pointed angrily.
"Well I come here everyday for my evening break," I started. Tadase's eyes narrowed. "And he was here, and we talked." My neck began to hurt to I turned back towards Ikuto, resting my head on his arm again.
The over-com beeped to life over us, and across campus a voice was heard. "The snow had become too dangerous for students to stay on campus. Please evacuate and head straight home. We are closing the school. Please drive safely." I couldn't help but frown. I'd be missing one of my favorite classes, and if the snow got so bad the school was closing that meant the buses weren't running and I'd have to walk home. Walking home usually wouldn't be bad, except now I was curled against a warm body near a warm fire. I clung to Ikuto, pushing myself against him. I didn't want to leave.
"Well, Tadase, shouldn't you be running off home?" Ikuto asked in a teasing tone.
"N-not without Amu!" he nearly shouted into the almost empty room.
"Hmm, I think I'll take her home, so you don't need to worry about her, Tadase." I could just feel the smugness rolling off of Ikuto while fiery rage flung from Tadase.
"I'll call you later, Amu, to make sure you got home safe." With that he left.
I sighed into Ikuto. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to leave Ikuto. "Let's just stay here," I suggested. He chuckled, amused at my statement.
"We've got to go. Here, I'll take you home." He shifted, sitting up, bringing me with him. "You'll be safe and warm in your home."
"But I don't want to leave Ikuto," I mumbled into his shirt as I cuddled into him. "I'll make you dinner, for taking me home." Bribe. Bribe. Bribe. All I could really think was, "I just met him and I don't want to be separated from him. Do I like him?" No. I didn't like him yet. Once I got to know him though, I'm sure I'd be easily able to fall in love.
"That sounds nice." I got off of him so we could leave. Gathering our things we walked hand-in-hand out to the parking lot where his black car waited.
I could already tell that for the next week or two, I'd gradually fall in love with Ikuto and I couldn't wait.
