Disclaimer: If I owned FoR, there would be ToFuu porn in every chapter. Unfortunately, there is not. Don't you wish I owned FoR? Chapter title is courtesy of Dexy's Midnight Runners.
Author's Notes: Sorry this took a while to come out. To be completely honest with you I struggled with this...because I had completely no idea where to take the story! Seriously. Should consider thinking things through before bringing something out. In other news, I am currently writing another FoR story that's more on the Action/Adventure side. We're sort of lacking in that department. Also, I am on an eighties soundtrack right now, so are the chapters. More notes in the end.
Warning: I admit, the first parts border on R, be warned. Also, if this fic suddenly disappears, it would mean I was unable to control myself and moved it to either M section or AFFdotnet. Hehe.
Chapter Two: Come on Eileen
He can't explain how it started, he can remember how, in great detail, but explain…no matter how intelligent he was and no matter how much time and thought he devoted in trying to, he still can't. And he'd been trying for the last four years.
He remembered that it was a Thursday and it was roughly five thirty-three in the afternoon. He brought home a bottle of Dom Perignon to celebrate his promotion to junior executive at his accounting firm. She greeted him in an oversized white t-shirt that hid all of her curves and a pair of white socks. She was eating pre-made cookie dough right out of the jar and the next minute she was crying about how she found her then boyfriend…what was his name? Taka? Yeah that was it, she found Taka in bed with some foreign girl. And then they were drinking because she needed the alcohol to cure her broken heart and he was really still rather giddy about his promotion. And here the details get blurry but he remembered the important parts, like how she smelled like cookie dough and how her lips were so fucking pouty and red and it was just ridiculous how he never noticed it before. They were well past the age of having delusions about love and sex being mutually exclusive and they were well past the alcohol limit when you can think straight but not quite close to when you don't know what you're doing; the perfect amount of drunk so to speak. One minute she was telling him about a story she read with this guy who receives a strange phone call and a passage that neither had an entrance nor an exit and the next they were kissing and he was touching her in places he'd only ever imagined touching in brief daydreams. He didn't know who made the first move; he was convinced they both did. He just knew that neither of them could stop.
The first time wasn't perfect, it definitely wasn't a scene right out of the movies where they shared intense gazes and ripped off each other's clothes before making passionate, animalistic love. He actually remembered laughing a lot because he discovered that even when she's about to have sex, Fuuko was chatty. Especially when she stared at him in awe and said, "You have knees." And she went on to explain how she never imagined he had knees because she never saw them before since he always wore trousers around her and she always figured he was knee-less. And he just started laughing madly but then she lifted her shirt over her head and he found out that she wasn't wearing any form of underwear, and well, that tends to shut men up, even if they were men named Mikagami Tokiya.
"What are you thinking about?" he heard her voice beyond the realm of his memories.
His eyes remained closed when he answered, "Nothing."
He could hear her smirking at him. "Liar, you're incapable of not thinking."
Tokiya turned his head to the side and found her standing by the left side of the bed as she dried her hair with a towel, skin glistening with rivulets of water and he could smell the scent of fresh water and soap coming from her. It was a soothing scent.
"I was thinking about work," he lied as he openly ogled her arse. He had never really been an arse-man until he saw hers.
Fuuko dropped the towel on the floor and climbed into bed. He didn't mind that she was wetting his sheets, it's not like he had to clean them the next day. "Hey, we had a deal, no thinking about work this weekend."
"Yeah, forgot about that," he mumbled before he pulled her head towards him and kissed her. He let his hand trail down her sides before cupping the round globes he'd been studying earlier. He was about to flip them over, planning on a second round when Fuuko placed her hands on his chest and pulled away.
"They're waiting for us, we have to go," she explained.
Tokiya refused to let go of his hold on her. "It's going to be an excruciatingly boring night, at least leave me with some happy thoughts to mull over for the duration of it." And he tried to convince her with his tongue, tasting the water in the dip beneath her throat.
She suppressed a moan but didn't stop him from his ministrations, her own hand tracing small circles on his back. "As tempting as that may sound, we've been gone for a while already and you really don't want them catching us in this position."
He let go of the earlobe caught between his teeth. "Maybe I do, we'd give them a free show, teach Recca a thing or two about what to do with his wife," he said, interspersing words with kisses until he reached a pert nipple and brought it inside his mouth.
"Mi-chan…I just…don't think…they'd understand…our…arrangement…" she countered even as she arched into his mouth.
"They won't notice if we're late for some time," he said, not willing to give this up just yet.
She sighed and he knew he had won. "Fifteen minutes."
Tokiya smirked into her skin before pushing her down on the bed once more.
Half an hour later they knocked on the door to Domon's rented space trying to desperately right themselves after having engaged in some last minute groping in the elevator like a couple of sex-crazed teenagers. Kami, they really need to have more control around each other.
Ganko answered the door wearing pink pajama bottoms with little hearts on them and a white t-shirt that had the words 'CUTIE' splashed across it in bold pink letters.
"What took you guys so long?!" Fuuko's little sister exclaimed but didn't bother to wait for an explanation as she turned her back on them, wordlessly asking them to follow her in.
Tokiya and Fuuko followed her to the living area. Recca and Yanagi had monopolized the couch, with Recca lying on his back and his hime between his legs, head resting on his chest. Both had seemingly dozed off. Ganko took a seat on the carpeted floor. She and Domon were in the middle of a heated game of monopoly, although it seems Ganko's blue houses were slowly taking over Domon's red ones. As Domon's piece landed in Parkway, Ganko gave out a triumphant 'Hah!' and collected money from the bigger man as she dunked her hand in a bowl of buttered popcorn. There were assorted munchies scattered in bowls on the floor and the coffee table, chocolate bars, chips, peanut butter cups, candy and fruit. Probably for Yanagi. The television was on and turned to a music station, the volume set very low and he could hear New Order's 'Blue Monday' faintly.
"You hungry nee-chan?" Ganko asked, looking up to Fuuko.
"There's actual food in the mini-kitchen," Domon said, pointing toward the Venetian doors.
"Maybe later," Fuuko answered as she took the spot beside Ganko. Tokiya decided to sit on an unoccupied ottoman and pulled it near her.
Yanagi stirred from her sleep and welcomed the newcomers with a sleepy smile. "Hey, we've been waiting for you two, what happened?"
"Oh, I wanted to take a shower first and then I got a call from work, just needed to update some things," Fuuko lied. She'd gotten quite good at that, Tokiya noted.
"Wow, never pictured you to be the career-driven type," Recca mouthed, eyes still closed.
"And what exactly did you picture me to be?" Fuuko asked.
"On the cover of Playboy," Recca retorted with a smirk. She walked right into that one.
Fuuko threw a shoe at him, expertly hitting the bridge of his nose and managing not to touch even a hair of Yanagi's. "You're still a perverted jerk, Yanagi, why did you marry this?"
"Love is blind, and so am I," Yanagi answered quickly.
"Hey!"
The whole room erupted into a raucous laughter. When they had settled down Yanagi returned her attention to Fuuko. "And what about you, missy, how're you and that boyfriend of yours?"
"Huh?" Fuuko blinked stupidly.
"Shinji? That was his name right?" Yanagi reminded her.
Tokiya watched Fuuko's reaction. She didn't seem the least bit perturbed when he was brought up. Over him so fast, ne? "Oh him, yeah, we broke up a month ago."
"You don't seem too heartbroken about it. Anyone new perhaps?" Domon piped in.
Fuuko waved a hand in front of her face as if swatting a mosquito away. "Nah, I'm staying off the dating scene for a while." Tokiya tried to suppress a smug smirk, of course, not while either of them was seeing someone else; that was the rule. He never hid from her the fact that he hoped that it would be for a very long while.
He just nodded his head let her off the hook. "How about you Mikagami? Seeing anyone?"
"Sorry Ishijima, I'm not interested," the silver-haired man replied curtly.
Domon flung a throw pillow at his head. "Jackass, that's not what I meant."
Tokiya deflected it effortlessly. "Maybe." He cast a surreptitious glance at Fuuko that no one else caught.
"Hot?"
"More than you could imagine," he said coolly and flashed that inconspicuous smile that he knew infuriated Fuuko.
"Does she have a sister?" Domon asked.
"I doubt she'd be interested."
Fuuko couldn't help the little snort that came out of her nose. "I'm getting hungry. I think I'll go check out the kitchen."
"I'm coming with you," Tokiya said calmly and followed her.
As soon as he heard the lock of the door click he immediately placed his hands on his Fuuko's hips, pulling her flush against him and placed a kiss on her exposed shoulder.
"So just how 'hot' is this girl you're maybe seeing?" she asked evenly as if the kisses he lavished on her skin didn't have the slightest effect on her. Well, two can play at that game, Tokiya thought.
"Raging, could never take my hands off her," he replied before burying his head in the junction between her neck and shoulder.
"And what would you do to her, if she were here," she said in a husky tone, trying vainly to keep her breathing even.
"I'd splay her over the kitchen counter, spread chocolate sauce all over her gorgeous body and lick every last drop off her," he whispered in her ear as he massaged her breasts through her camisole.
And he was half-tempted to push through with that fantasy if it weren't for the footsteps approaching. They sprung apart like repelling magnets and Tokiya silently cursed the unknown intruder.
"You guys found the grub?" Domon's low baritone resonated from behind them.
"Unless we were blind, I'd doubt we'd have too much trouble finding it since it's laid out on the counter in plain sight. Unless of course this is your idea of a discreet hiding place," Tokiya answered agitatedly as he tried to calm his nerves.
"Nice to know you still have such a pleasant personality," Domon answered with an easygoing smirk.
Fuuko couldn't help but snicker and just shrugged and waved Tokiya off when he glared at her.
"You really went all out, Domon, quite a nice spread you got here," she said as she reached for the platter of baked mussels.
"Comes with the territory of being rich and famous," the professional wrestler answered with a roguish wink.
"Please don't try to charm her, it's rather disgusting to watch," Tokiya said dryly.
Domon threw a stuffed mushroom at him in retaliation. "You guys want wine? I have some pinot around here, imported from the vineyards of California."
"I'll have a bottle please," Fuuko answered immediately.
"You?" Domon asked Tokiya.
"No thanks, she drinks enough for the both of us."
"Are you calling me an alcoholic?" the purple-haired woman snapped.
"No, I'm just saying you consume enough alcohol to fulfill a ship full of sailors."
"Same difference."
Domon rolled his eyes. "All right kids, break it up. I'll give you a glass of wine, Fuuko; that should leave subzero happy." As promised he handed a half full goblet of red pinot to Fuuko which the girl giddily accepted.
"And since when are you concerned about his happiness?" Fuuko teased.
"Ever since that unforgettable night we spent in the beaches of Cayman islands two summers ago," Domon said in a fit of playfulness.
Fuuko sprayed the mouthful of wine on the counter as she started laughing boisterously. Tokiya could only gag in response. "That's a horrible mental image gorilla."
Domon shook his head, after years of knowing him, he figured out how exactly to push Mikagami's buttons. "Anyhow, I was talking to Mikagami earlier; you guys really have no plans of coming home for a break anytime soon?"
"As much as I would like to, there really is no time," Tokiya answered readily. He looked to Fuuko for support but was surprised to find her mouth twisted in a contemplative moue. He could practically see the wheels turning in her head.
"You've heard of the Seta Group of Companies right?" she spurted out.
"Yeah," Tokiya and Domon simultaneously said.
"Well, they recently hired our PR firm to handle the promotions for their new brand of gin, it's called Smileys. Anyway, they want to do little events all around Japan instead of just focusing on Tokyo. Guess which town is part of the itinerary?" she said, looking too smug for her own good.
"Ours, I would guess from that omniscient smirk on your face. However, I would like to remind you that you're handling the Shisheido campaign and this account would be small potatoes for you," he countered, knowing that she was just as ambitious as he was.
"Oh please, I don't need anymore high profile accounts to add to my CV. Besides, no one wants to take the rural jobs; everyone wants the gigs in Tokyo. The bosses will be more than happy to reassign me to it. It's perfect, I still get to earn my pay and at the same time I get to visit my hometown. Two birds? Here comes your one stone," she said, looking supremely happy with herself.
"And where does that leave me?" Tokiya eyed her wearily.
"You, sir, get to take a long overdue break. In the eight years you've been working for that company you have never taken one vacation leave or sick leave except for that one time you had food poisoning from eating too much oysters and even then we couldn't pry your laptop away from you," she said.
"I can't just take a vacation," he tried to reason, even though he knew it was useless. Once Fuuko sets her mind on something she will do anything to get it.
"Your boss has been trying to make you take a mandatory break for the last five years, he'd be happy to get rid of you for a month," she returned.
"A month?!"
"The project would last about a month, well into the new year." She shrugged.
"I can't just tell my boss that I'm going away for a month."
"Fine then, I'll tell Fujikawa-sama. He can't say no to me. He loves me."
Fujikawa-sama does in fact love Fuuko for reasons unbeknownst to Tokiya. She somehow managed to ingratiate herself into Tokiya's work life and he found that both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because the charm she wove around his officemates seemed to trickle down to him, somehow making him more appealing to his bosses and that was always a good thing in office politics and a curse because he could never make a move on any woman in his workplace since everyone was under the impression that he and Fuuko were involved in a romantic relationship, no matter how many times he had tried to correct them.
"Mi-chan," she mewled while he tried to think of other options. He learned to love that nickname ever since the first time he heard her scream it while in the throes of ecstasy.
"I'm going to need two weeks to settle some things at work," he said in defeat.
"Yay!" Fuuko jumped to his side to give him a hug.
Domon was looking at him a bit too suspiciously for Tokiya's taste, as if he was seeing something he wasn't supposed to see. "It's settled then, I'll go tell the group." He stood up, wine bottle in one hand and a shrimp platter in another.
Fuuko was about to move away to go back to her stool but he held on to her wrist and maneuvered her to sit on his lap. "You realize we won't be able to get away with a lot of things while we're here. I expect you'll be staying at your house with Ganko and your mother, and from what I recall you have thin walls and you have a tendency to be very loud," he said as soon as he was sure Domon would not be able to hear them.
"You think with your other head too much," she mock chastised him.
"I can't help it, you're addictive," he whispered as he flicked a tongue in the shell of her ear and she shuddered in return.
"You're getting too attached to me, Mi-chan," she teased, running her fingers through his silver locks.
"I know, you've completely spoiled me for other women," he said in a joshing manner although he'd been wondering at the back of his mind just how much truth there was to his offhanded words.
"Such is the irresistible allure of the magnanimous Fuuko Kirisawa," she drawled out but couldn't hold in her giggles in the end, especially when Tokiya was softly caressing her ticklish spots. Giggles soon turned into soft moans as Tokiya ghosted his lips over the sensitive skin beneath her ear. He familiarly eased his hand under her skirt…
There was the slightest creak of hinges and the next thing he knew Fuuko was sitting on her arse on the floor.
Ganko poked her head in through the door to the mini-kitchen, "Hey nee-chan, Tokiya nii-san, Domon wants to know if you guys wanna do karaoke? Apparently he has some eighties classics and is looking forward to having some Billy Idol medley. What're you doing on the floor?"
"I slipped from my barstool, had a little too much wine," Fuuko readily explained.
"Right," Tokiya nodded as he held out a hand to help Fuuko up, "we'll be right there, Ganko."
"Okay," the blonde answered nonchalantly and disappeared from their sight.
"I have a niggling feeling that this is going to be happening a lot," Fuuko said with a glint of amusement in her eyes. Tokiya could only sigh before they both left the kitchen hoping no one noticed that they barely ate.
It was going to be a very long month.
To be Continued...
End notes and Thank you notes: The short story Fuuko describes above is Haruki Murakami's 'The Wind-Up Bird and Tuesday's Women' which is an excellent story from an equally excellent writer (if you have not read Murakami, I suggest you start now.) Thank you so much for those who reviewed! malo (this is weird, but I missed your reviews! Hee, I was so happy to see you were the first one, I just got so used to it. And yay I'm happy you liked the fic!) larsha (meeble, I know this is not soon but let's hope next chapter will be) asianpearl (thank you!) mikaro (they are and have been baby. Also, I've read your stories and I love them, will review soon for more details :)) kyusetsuki satsuki (I hope that was hot enough for you!) abubi-chan (you're very welcome! I'm glad you're happy with the story. About 'Just As You Are' it's in the backburner at the moment...because I don't know, I kind of like the way I left them and I don't want to bother them. Snippets and vignettes I definitely plan on writing, a full sequel is tentative right now) obsessed-chan (you know I'm gonna be testing Tokiya's control throughout this fic, right? evil laughter) loujane14 (I've been so busy with work, I'm now getting used to balancing things because I seriously missing fanficcing. As for the two, well, I think you guys get the gist from this chapter) Jomai (here ya go!) JamJam-chan (I hope you liked this chapter!) kazeshinobi (thank you! I hope this chapter still piques your interest ) ladylyris (thank you! I'm glad you like my fics) abacada (I'm not sure, this is somewhat lime-ish, hope you're happy with it) khryzle-chan (Yo biotch, what's up? This chapter should be HOTTER! Hahahahah, I am restraining myself from going past the R limit, but man it's tempting) yan-chyan (hey girl! I missed you! I've been reading In 10 days and been bad at the reviewing thing, in other news, hope you liked this chapter, what with all the touching winks) cLoTiHeArT (glad you liked it!) aite (hope this is long enough for you!)
