Friday

Kumiko Yamaguchi was feeling determined. She got dressed determinedly, she went to school determinedly, she got through her classes with such determination her students were whining by the end of them and she rushed back home, still full of determination. Now, however, as she was standing in front of her full-length mirror, looking at herself, the young woman bit her lip, her determination slipping. She shook her head, getting rid of her troubling thoughts, tied her summer-coat around her even tighter, let the brush run through her hair one last time, placed her glasses gently on her nightstand and leaped from her bedroom window. There was no way in hell she'd let anyone at home see her like this. As she rushed through the now empty, dark city streets, Kumiko stifled a sigh. 'If this doesn't work… nothing will…'

(…)

Sawada Shin was drinking wine. Dark, red wine, which went marvelously with his minty cigarette, which always left a lovely honey-flavored aftertaste in his mouth after smoking. The young man sighed, flipping a document with one finger and then hummed, completely submerged in the text he was analyzing. Then his doorbell rang. Shin's eyes darted to the door and then quickly to the clock – it was past eleven pm. He cocked his head to the side, putting a list of people who could've dared bother him at this time and he came up with three names. All of those deserved to have the door opened. Shin tsk'ed, went to the door and looked through the peephole. Tsk'ing again, he cracked the door open.

"Ye..?" and his breath hitched – the shadows had hidden her from his sight before, but now, the light from his apartment light the doorway and Shin blinked. Kumiko Yamaguchi was standing in front of him. Her long hair were down (he always preferred it that way and oh, how well she knew it), she wasn't wearing her 'teaching' glasses and instead opted for contacts (she rarely did that, but when she did, he couldn't tear his eyes away – the swirling color of chocolate would always draw him in too deep and wouldn't let go), she was wearing, now young man's eyes widened, heels?! He opened his mouth to ask if he had drank so much that he was dreaming already or if he had managed to have gotten himself teleported into a parallel universe, but before he managed to get even a word out, she breezed past him and was now in the middle of his hall. Blinking once, Shin closed the door, calmly went past her and to his table, put down his glass and crushed out the cigarette stump. Those few seconds was all he needed to compose himself and put his poker mask back on. As he turned, he noticed she was wearing a light summer-coat, which was rather unusual for her, but dismissed it and spoke again. "Miss Yamaguchi, as I'm quite sure you're perfectly aware, any official business can be discussed through the phone if such need be. Not to mention, we've already talked about your presence in the next meet…" while he was talking, she was fumbling with the belt of her coat. Finally getting it undone, her nimble fingers quickly ran over the buttons undoing them as well and then she shrugged the coat off with elegant grace. Shin choked on his words. For the coat, was, apparently, the only thing Kumiko had chosen to wear that night.

As Shin's jaw was promptly hitting the floor, the young woman kicked of her heels, huffed and put her hands defiantly on her hips, her hair the only thing shielding at least some of her from his view. She was quiet, letting him process. Inside, Kumiko almost laughed 'Who's lagging now?'. Shin, meanwhile, was drinking in the sight before his eyes. She looked completely, utterly defenseless, standing there, in front of him, completely nake…then he saw the slight shimmer that was coming from her hand on her hip. And promptly lost his jaw to the floor for the second time that evening.

"Now, will you listen?" she asked quietly, looking at him with those big, chocolate eyes and that puppy-dog expression and… what else could he possibly had done? Shin nodded, still speechless and blindly reached for a chair behind him. As he sat, she stayed standing, only crossing her arms across her chest. And then she started to speak. She told him all about her fretting and worrying and her one outside one inside shoe day (Fujiyama-sensei had told her about the incident over coffee one day, Kumiko banged her head against the table). Shin's poker mask cracked at that a bit. She then told him about THE night and about that damned call from her students and how she rushed to help them, because they were her lovely, sweet, innocent students (Shin snorted – it was just so like her to do something like that) and then she told him how she ran, almost with no recollection of how, to the restaurant, which, obviously was already closed. (Shin bit his lip, he asked Francois to wait for as long as possible, but even the waiter couldn't be coerced into staying open after two am.) She finished with her attempts to get ahold of him and at that Shin had the decency to blush, recalling how Kyotaro had to, ehem, help him out a little.

"So there…" She finished finally and looked up at him, her hands falling to her sides, opening, baring herself before him, completely ready to receive his judgment. "…that's what happened… I was coming to see you. I…" she was twirling the ring around her finger unconsciously, he noted, "…I wanted to be there, but I got delayed. So…" she took a deep breath. Then another one. "…so if, if the offer's still standing and if you still want me… then, I'm yours." Shin processed the fact that he was moving only after he had already moved. In a flash, he was before her, his arms wrapping around her tiny waist, lifting her up, forcing a gasp out of her and then he was kissing her. Kissing, like there was no tomorrow and she was kissing him back just as eagerly. So focused on his kisses was she, that the fact he was moving again didn't really matter to her. Only when he tossed her on his bed, did she finally notice they weren't in his study anymore. Not that that even mattered as she looked at him and his eyes were glowing in the dim-light bedroom and they were devouring her and making her shiver. He didn't say a word still, as he loosened his tie, tossed it over his shoulder, unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off; undid his belt, pants and kicked them off. He was still quite happily silent even as he crawled over to her and gave her another smoldering kiss. Kumiko gasped, threw her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. Shin smirked into their kiss, which annoyed her to no end so with a huff, she moved and changed their positions, ending up on top of him. Now she smirked, but Shin only rolled his eyes. She might have been stronger than him in a fair fight, but this was his bed. Not to mention that tonight, of all nights he would not let her be in charge. Not tonight. One snap of his hips and a very surprised Kumiko was once again on her back, under him. Her wide eyes and her mouth, forming a perfect 'oh' were driving him crazy. His lips were on hers then, his hands were trailing her body, each touch setting her on fire and she moaned, her gasps forming his name. Shin's lips followed the path his hands had taken and his lover's eyes fluttered close as she writhed underneath his touch, eagerly inviting him to do more. As he moved in between her legs, which opened up for him immediately, inviting, needing him, Shin thought 'Screw foreplay…' and Kumiko's eyes flew open when he moved. And then she gasped. And moaned, her nails leaving marks on his shoulders, causing him to groan and bury his face in her shoulder, breathing in her intoxicating scent, that was all her. She was chanting his name now, over and over again and Shin knew he was grinning like a bloody fool – making her lose control like this was the most exhilarating feeling ever. And then he abandoned thought as all there was, was her, and her arms around him and her voice, screaming his name to heavens.

When they both regained their breath, the young man looked down at his lover, who was curled up on his chest and chuckled. She raised her head and blinked at him sleepily.

"What's so funny?" he shook his head.

"Nothin'. I just hope that this was enough of an answer for you." Kumiko blinked again and then beamed up at him.

"You still want me!" Shin laughed outright then.

"A bit of an understatement, wouldn't you say?" his lover blushed and hid her head on his chest. Shin sighed contently. "Now all that's left is to plan the wedding…" Kumiko's head snapped up, all sleepiness gone just like that.

"The… the…w-wedding…?" Shin cracked one eye open and saw her shut down, her face going completely white and lifeless. He sighed and shook his head again.

"Here we go again with the lagging…"

/End/