Author's Note: Amou will reveal the boys' identities in Chapter 4. If I were to keep all of the chapters roughly the same size, the reveal would ordinarily come at the end of this page. I decided to segregate it, though, to give you a chance to firm up your guesses. That makes this page shorter than the others. Sooo...this page is your last chance to wonder and muse!

I also finished up my Ousaki Shinobu story 'Snowed In', if anyone is interested :)

Day 3

Candidate #5

Into the still air of the practice room came the fresh scent of the outdoors as the door opened. A breeze swirled around her as he approached. His breath tickled her hair as he gently slid his arms around her to lock his fingers at the back of her waist. She instinctively placed her palms on his chest and he began ever so slowly rocking her from side to side with him in a subtle dance as he held her close. His movements were so slow that every touch seemed magnified. How erotic it was to feel his cheek against hers. His face slid down the side of hers until his mouth was in the curve at the bottom of her neck, slowly kissing her there. His hands unlocked to slide in different directions up and down her spine and they became part of the force that initiated the undulating dance as his mouth kissed a slow trail along her skin.

He was building layers of arousing sensations that held her in the thrall of his touch. His hands swept back and forth across her shoulder blades as his mouth traveled across her collarbone, his silky hair tickling her chin as he moved. One hand pressed down along her spine as the other hand floated up to stroke along her jaw, where he began kissing. He pulled gentle kisses just beneath her jawline and his hand either closely led or followed his mouth. The pairing of sensations. The other hand drew hypnotic circles in the curve of her lower back.

The kisses migrated up to her temple and his fingers buried themselves in her hair as he pulled her closer. Now his tongue became involved with each kiss, so subtly moving in concert with his lips…adding tantalizing delicate wet movement. She found it very arousing. This boy was a master of sensuality. By the time his mouth relocated to the corner of hers she was desperate for him to kiss her thoroughly. She reached into her pocket and pressed the time extension button on the beeper. She wasn't going to risk being interrupted before reaching nirvana.

He repeatedly drew little kisses around the edges of her lips and gradually tasted more of their plumpness. She was drugged with desire for more of him, and she began whimpering softly. Suddenly his mouth centered on hers and he was kissing her deeply. Her hands went around the back of his head as she gave him as good as she got. Their mouths were wide open to each other as their tongues slipped together in a velvet dance. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled her tightly against him. He had orchestrated this crescendo of sensation so perfectly that if he had wanted to remove her panties and make love to her right there up against the piano, she would have done so willingly, gratefully and feverishly. As it was, they mutually concluded that they had reached the pinnacle of what was possible in the confines of the room, and they had to cool things down.

He stroked her back and held her close as he kissed her temple. They were both catching their breath and sighing. Finally he stepped back, kissing her a few more times on her cheek, nose, forehead. With a stroke of his hand along her jaw, he was out the door.

She exhaled, pulled off her blindfold and texted Amou. "Who was that?!!!" Amou giggled and texted back "That was #5."

Candidate #6

She heard him enter and prop himself against the far wall. Was he watching her? He stayed there for a few minutes, she didn't know how long. For some reason it upset her; not knowing what was going on, why he wasn't approaching her. As exciting as it was to meet all the boys under these circumstances, it was also pretty stressful. She was probably tired too. She suddenly felt foolish and lowered her face as tears began to well up. She was trying not to let him see, but her breath was coming out in little jerks.

He sighed and strode over to her, putting his arms around her and stroking her hair. With his thumb he wiped a couple tears that had escaped beneath the blindfold. "I'm sorry" she sniffed.

"Shh-hh" he replied. He held her some more and she relaxed into his shoulder as he rubbed her back. By the time he drew back to look at her, she had a brave little smile for him.

On impulse he placed a hand on each side of her face and softly kissed her. He would have left it at that if she hadn't tasted so good. With his second kiss he took a longer sample of her lips…then he couldn't stop. He was just settling into a rhythm with her when the beeper went off. Damn!! Why had he waited so long to touch her in the first place?

She pulled the beeper out of her pocket and showed it to him before pressing the button. "Now we have more time" she whispered.

He didn't waste any more of it. He pulled her hand up to place it against his jaw with the implicit request for her to touch him. As she traced the planes of his profile, he closed his eyes with pleasure and softly learned her face with his mouth. With each sample he took of her, he fell a little bit more in love. All the previous times he had encountered her, he had had no idea how sweet it was to be this close to her. Now that he knew, he would be forever burdened with the desire to touch her again.

He sighed and kissed her on the forehead before making his exit, cursing at himself under his breath.

All will be revealed in the next chapter!