03. The room
I look at him, confused. I had just explained to him that my life has been completely torn apart, and the only thing that he decides to say is to question my intelligence? He seems to notice my expression of confusion and anger, for he quickly adds:
"One boy has left you for another girl, and you begin to question a whole life that has not yet happened."
"But we had planned..."
"You don't plan life. It just happens. You can't predict what will occur in a couple of years; not even what will happen tomorrow. Besides, the past stays in the past. Give thanks for all those years that he was with you, and all those memories that you created together. And keep on moving. After all, Hiragizawa was just your first boyfriend. No one gets married and grows old with their first love. That's ridiculous."
I can't help but glance at him angrily, as I pout. He has even snorted, giving no importance to what to me, seems as the end of the world. My annoying expression seems no matter to him, for he just laughs, making fun of the look on my face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. However, everything I said, I really meant it. So what if he left you for another woman? If it was his decision to choose someone else over you, maybe you should do the same. As a matter of fact, the only thing that should bug you here, is the fact that it wasn't you the one of the idea. Besides, you're still too young to worry so much about the fact that your relationship is over. Boys come and go. And if this helps a bit, you're Tomoyo Daidouji! Any man would kill for dating you. Why settle for one if you can have as many as you want?"
His last words make my face suddenly adopt a surprised look. I mean, from time to time, being alone in my room, looking at myself in the mirror, I must admit I've thought just that: I am Tomoyo Daidouji. A girl with a stunning body, quite intelligent, from a respectable family, and with a radiant personality... I have everything to win, and everything that any guy would want in a woman. And so I can have any man that I want. But, to hear that from Touya... It's something that I would've never expect for him to say.
"Sorry if I offended you again..."
"Oh, no. It's not that." I reply, still stunned. I feel strange. How it is possible that that simple comment from a person I had not seen in almost ten years can affect me this much?
Almost without realizing what I'm doing, I take another chocolate chip cookie from the bowl, and look back at the window. My thoughts return to Eriol once more, but this time, it is different. It's as if all that hatred and despair had gone away, to make place for some other kind of feelings, emotions and ideas. It had been Eriol's decision to leave me, and a part of me (the one where hatred still reigned) hoped that one day he would realize that it had been a mistake. Like any jilted girl, my mind had come to the conclusion that my ex-boyfriend had lost me; he had let out the best of his life, and it would not be long before he realized the big mistake he had made. But I also thought Hiragizawa had not abandoned me: he had set me free. Now it was I who had the power to decide where I wanted to go. And even better, with whom.
I kept hoping that the redhead woman would break his heart the way he had broken mine, but now that was just a plus. The most important thing for me at the moment was my own happiness.
On the other side of the window, the darkness was overwhelming, but it was no longer frightening. Now it seemed to be inviting me. A sweet seduction to play with the unknown. Touya was right, after all. The future was not planned. And I was going to start not planning mine.
"You know." I say to Touya, as I bite my cookie, still looking out into the street. "I think you're right. I am Tomoyo Daidouji. Anyone would die to date me. And tonight, someone will. Where are my clothes?"
I don't realize when I got up from the couch, but now as I am, I have to look down so I can meet Touya's eyes. He just looks back at me.
"They're in the bathroom, inside the dryer."
"Perfect," I say as I walk away from the sofa. "You should get dressed, too."
"Where are we supposed to go?"
"We'll just get a few drinks." I say before leaving the room.
I go back to the bathroom, and hurry to get my clothes off the dryer. They're so soft, warm and most importantly, dry. So after making sure the door is locked, I take off the clothes Touya has lent me, and I put on my bra, white blouse, black skirt and black heels. I omit the fishnets (I push them inside my bag), so I can show my long legs, and so make tonight's hunt quite easier. Then I go to the mirror, where I watch myself make a high ponytail. Taking back my bag, which I had hung from a nearby hook, I hurry to get some makeup. I put mascara on my eyelashes, pink blush on my cheeks, and red lipstick. When I finish, I evaluate myself quite quickly. I look perfect for a girl's night, even if I'm not going with any.
I try not to give importance to that little detail, and after making sure that I am perfect (and it can't be noticed the fact that I have cried), I leave the bathroom and go back into the living room, where I wait for Touya. He appears about ten minutes later, still visibly confused.
"I thought we were the women who took the longest to get ready." I say as I cross my arms and tap one of my heels on the floor, pretending to be impatient. Touya frowns.
"I had no idea what to wear."
"I can see that." I say, still in my bitchy tone. The boy now wears a pair of dark denim trousers, a light blue shirt, and a black coat, the same colour as his shoes. It's obvious he tries to look a bit casual. "Tuck in your shirt." I hurry him, and as he does so, I turn around and walk towards the front door, with him walking behind me.
The rain might be over, but the floor is still wet, so I must walk slowly in order to not fall. So, despite having left the house first (Touya took a little longer since he had to lock the door and the small gate), Kinomoto has scoped me and so he now helps me to get into the car. What a gentleman.
As he turns around the car, and gets into the passenger seat, I put my bag in the back seat, and hurry to turn the keys to start the engine.
"Where exactly are we supposed to go?" He asks, in an impatient tone.
"Have you ever been to a bar or something?"
I smile at him, while he looks at me with an expression of slight anger. However, I must cut eye contact, for I have driven away from the Kinomoto house, and I must look at the road in order to avoid a car crash.
"Although you might not believe it, I have a long knowledge of bars, and nightclubs."
"It seems to be that during College, you didn't just spend your time studying."
"Don't take me for a drunken addict, Tomoyo, please." He has called me by my name again. I do my best to ignore it, and concentrate on driving. "I simply worked in several, part-time shifts."
"In that case, recommend us one." I say.
"Turn right at the next block, when you reach the avenue, turn left. You go a mile and you turn right once again. The bar is located a couple of blocks further on. It's called Rebound."
"What a name." I whisper.
"If you want a quick date to forget some ex-boyfriend, that's the place."
I nod and concentrate on following the directions to reach our destination. As Touya said, it wasn't difficult. I park the car in a free spot in the parking lot, and so we both get out of the car.
Walking side by side, we cross the double doors that give access to the place. One can barely see himself in that darkness. There are neon lights, which change colour, scattered on the walls and hanging from the ceiling, but in general, the place is designed to give intimacy to those people who are already looking for a new couple. On the left side of where we are, there's the long bar, in the middle of the room there is a dance floor, and on the other side, the DJ booth is located. Around the dance floor, there are several sofas, and low tables, where people sit, mostly in pairs. It seems that the concept of the place is quite clear: you walk straight to the bar, take a couple of drinks and wait for someone to hit on you. Afterwards, you can dance for a while on the dance floor, and if there is chemistry, you could go to the sofas to talk. If the thing got hot, you can always hurry out of the place, to probably look for a motel.
It sounds kind of nasty, but honestly, that is what I need right now. In addition, a quick glance at the bar (the most illuminated place) allows me to confirm that none of the men sitting there are that bad. They actually are all really handsome. Even the women who are here are very beautiful. It seems incredible that people like them might have ended a relationship recently, and would need to rebound. But in the same way, aren't myself in this situation too?
"Let's have a drink." I say to Touya, as we enter the place, and sit down almost in the middle of the bar, where there are a couple of empty bar stools. Immediately, the bartender asks us what we're having tonight.
"A margarita," I say promptly.
"A whiskey on the rocks," Touya replies, and immediately adds. "This round's on me."
The drinks soon arrive, so we raise our glasses, and toast.
"For the poor victim you'll take home today," says the boy, and I can't help but laugh.
"If all goes well, you'll have to go back home by taxi. You shouldn't have invited the drinks."
Touya shrugs, and takes a sip of his glass of whiskey. I do the same with my margarita.
I still haven't finish drinking from my glass, when a man approaches me from behind, almost surrounding me with his all of his body.
"Good evening, miss," he says, smiling. "Would you like another drink?"
"What I would like right now is to dance." is my reply. The man seems surprised at how easy it had been to approach me, but he says nothing.
So I take his hand and follow him to the dance floor. We dance a couple of songs, until he tries to slide his hand under my skirt, and so I push him away. I could have taken him to the bathrooms, to a motel, to my house, but actually, that guy didn't tempt me. It was too easy. And I need to be a little drunker to actually decide to have a one-night stand.
Without saying much, I return to the bar, where another man approaches me and invites me in for a drink. I accept without thinking it, and drink everything almost at once. And again, a couple of minutes later I'm on the dance floor.
The pattern repeats at least five times. Maybe more, but 'cause all the drinks I already had, I'm not so sure.
"How are you doing?" Touya asks, when he sees me return to the bar. I sit down beside him, and order a piña colada.
"They are all very nice, but none of them tempt me. I think we shouldn't have come after all."
"Do you want me to drive you home?"
I shrug.
"I guess. Tonight has been really horrible."
"Give me the keys, I'll drive." You are not fit."
"Have not you drunk?"
"Just a couple of drinks. Definitely much less than you. If all, now I have more stamina 'cause of the drink. This pair of whiskeys are nothing I can't control."
I look at him, not very convinced. However, I must admit that Touya still looks calm and sober. I, on the other hand, feel a little dizzy. I should definitely not drive. Without thinking it at all, I give him my whole purse.
"Okay," I simply say as I jump out of the chair. Touya hurries to follow me and holds me by the waist so I don't fall. I really must be very drunk.
We walk slowly to the car. All my fault, 'cause the heels give me a hard time, and I must walk slowly. Touya opens the passenger's door, and helps me get in. After closing the door, and walking around the car, he sits behind the wheel and starts the engine. He makes sure that we both have the seat belt on, and so we finally get going.
During the whole trip I entertained myself looking out of the window, but I don't really see anything. I'm the kind that after drinking gets all sleepy. And now, I feel a little drowsy. So I lean my head back on the seat, and close my eyes. I need five minutes of peace and quiet. Of absolute silence. I appreciate that Touya hasn't turned on the radio, and the fact that he doesn't try to chit-chat.
"We're here." Touya says, giving me a shiver. I should have fallen asleep, for I don't know how long we've been on the car, and I don't recognize where we are.
Touya has already got out of the car, and is walking around it. Just as he helped me get in, now he opens the door and helps me get out.
"Thank you," I say when I finally stand up, and take my purse. Then, I look around, and I get surprised that I haven't noticed where we were before. It's my house.
"Try not to make too much noise or your mother will know where you've been and what you've done." he says seriously as we cross the front garden.
"You don't have to worry. If my mother saw who I've been with, she'll feel much safer. Besides," I say in a casual tone, while I enter the key in and turn it, but I don't open the door "my mom's not at home."
"Can you get to bed by yourself? You need to rest." Touya says, ignoring what I have said. I chuckle.
"Quit the formalities."
I turn around to look straight into his eyes. He's too close, and that makes me a little nervous, but not as much as my six-year-old self would have felt. In a way, I feel brave. As this closeness is nothing more but a challenge.
"What are you waiting for? Go in." he says as he hides his hands in the pockets of his pants, and looks at the door, biting his lip. I don't think he's aware of the effect that simple move has on me.
I don't know if it's 'cause of the alcohol, but I feel a terrible urge to kiss him. Some of my thoughts must have reflected in my face, for Touya looks at me, a little confused.
"What?" It's all he says.
I can't hold myself any more, and kiss him on the lips.
It's a curious sensation. His lips are soft and fleshy, his breath still has a slight taste of whiskey, and despite having taken him by surprise, he doesn't try to push me away. So I press his lips against mine, and I let myself go. The fact that he is not responding to the kiss is the only thing that makes me stop. So I slowly pull away from him, and look him straight in the eye. He does exactly the same.
"What was that?" is his first question.
"A thank you for bringing me home." I reply as if it was nothing.
"Don't do this, Tomoyo. Please." it sounds almost like a plea, but I play dumb.
"Do what? I thought you said I could have any guy I wanted. Are you not a boy too?"
"Yes, but I'm your best friend's brother."
"So?" I'm running out of patience. "It was a simple kiss, you don't have to make such a drama."
"Says the one that was drowning in a glass of water a few hours ago."
"Speaking of several hours ago ... I still don't thank you for helping me with that one." I begin to make my hands run over his chest, threatening to unzip his coat and shirt.
"This is not a thank you, Tomoyo. You're using me as your rebound."
My hands stop their slow ascent over his chest, and look at him straight in the eye once again. Touya Kinomoto, you don't know how long I've wanted you.
"I can assure you that it's not like that, Touya."
We get silent for a few seconds, which seemed like hours. That is the first time I had ever called him by his name, and by his expression, I know he has realized it too. We still look at each other straight in the eyes, and our breathing becomes slow and heavy. And then, as if the world had come out of that sudden pause, everything begins to accelerate.
His kiss takes me by surprise, but I recover quickly. He holds my face with both hands, in a firm yet gentle grip. And I can't help but hold him too, tangling my fingers in his brownish hair.
The whiskey flavour of his lips is really is exquisite, and now that he's kissing me back, I can feel his thick lips pressing against mine, and how his teeth nibble the corner of mine. Being a little brave, I bite him slightly too, and I hasten to put my tongue in his mouth.
That wet contact takes him by surprise, but he recovers soon, and just a couple of seconds later, his tongue is also running through my mouth, tangling with mine.
I pull his face a little more firmly, making his chest lays against mine, and thus, to keep his balance, Touya lets go of my face, and places both hands around me, leaning on my place's door.
He soon finds the knob, and in a quick move, he holds me by the waist so I don't fall, turns it, and opens the door.
I stop playing with his hair, grab him by the front of his coat, and pull him towards me, as I walk backwards, so to enter the house.
The hall is wrapped in almost a total darkness. I could grope the wall to find the switch and turn on the lights, but I don't think that will be necessary. So as we stumble, take slow steps, and keep trying to keep on kissing, I make him walk a little more.
Touya closes the door behind him, so that the moonlight and the lamps that adorn the front garden, vanish, and now we do are surrounded by total darkness.
"You're going to have to guide me." he says between kisses, still holding me by the waist. "I've never been to your house."
"I forgot you're the other Kinomoto." I say playfully, so he just chuckles.
I give him one last kiss, before I separate my lips from his, and turn around. I hold his hand, and with slow and small steps (heels plus darkness is a dangerous combination), we cross the room, until we reach the stairs that will take us to the second floor.
We climb in silence, but as soon as we reach the second floor's corridor, I feel him hugging me again around my waist, and pushing his body against mine. His lips begin to run down my neck, and I feel a shiver running from my feet to my head.
Stroking his hair, and letting him kiss me, I guide him down the east wing corridor, until we reach my room, where he again imprisons me against the door. I turn around to be face to face, and again drown into a sea of kisses, which this time fall from my neck to my chest. I can feel how he tears apart the first couple of buttons from my shirt, and his heavy but sexy breathing on my skin. I feel like goose bumps, and I love it.
Imitating him, I hurry to take him off of his coat. I am infinitely grateful that he hasn't decided to wear a tie, and so I begin to unbutton his shirt.
"Steady, we still have plenty of time."
"I don't have as much patience as you think."
This time it is me who opens the door. I give a step back so I don't fall, and I give a couple more so we both can go into my room. Once again, I don't need to turn on the lights to know where everything is.
In front of us there is a small living room; a pair of armchairs and a low table, where I use to eat breakfast when my mom's not at home. Behind the armchairs there's a balcony overlooking the red rose garden. On the left side is my bathroom, closet and dressing room, while on the right side, divided from the rest by a half wall, is my four poster bed, pointed to the second balcony, which shows me a panoramic view of the city, and of which the light that wakes me up comes in, every morning.
I take Touya's hand and walk a little faster, leading him to the bed.
"Watch out for the platform." I say as I reach the edge of the step, which keeps my bed a little higher than the rest of the stuff in my room.
"Dammit." I hear him stumble and I can't help but giggle.
"Come here."
I'm already sitting on the edge of the bed. The open curtains of the balcony allow in the right amount of light for me to see Touya's silhouette. He approaches without having me to repeat it. He leans over me, so now I'm lying on the bed, and without losing a second, he takes off his unbuttoned shirt. Through the dim moonlight that sneaks through the window, I can finally see his nude chest, and feel how my breath is taken away.
Touya is square-shouldered, with his whole anatomy marked by the constant exercise I didn't know he did: from his big chest to his firm abdomen. I look at his muscles as his body descends in a triangle way to his narrow hip, where I can appreciate his pelvis, as well as that slight road of pubic hair that gets lost inside his pants. I don't have much time to admire his stunning body, 'cause at the moment he's already over me, taking off my shirt too. My heels fall to the ground, making a dull thud, and I can feel Touya falling back over me, kissing my lips, my neck, my breasts, and down my stomach, to a point below my belly button. Ignoring my bra and my skirt, he slides his hands under it, and slips my panties down my legs, throwing them somewhere behind him.
I sit up and lie on the edge of the bed. Now it's my turn to kiss him. I do the same tour through his face, neck and abdomen, stopping at his belly button, where I take a little time to unzip his pants, and slide them down his legs. Quickly he takes off his shoes and finishes removing his pants and boxers, and likewise, everything ends up being tossed to some corner of the room.
And then, holding my right wrist, he spins me on my knees, so I fall in four in the middle of the bed. He leans over me, and I can feel his agitated breathing, right on my left ear. He begins to kiss my neck again, sliding down my back, as his hands run over my chest, and down to my legs, pushing them apart. With an agonizing slowness, he lifts my skirt up, and begins to caress my legs, going up to my vagina, and discovers me completely wet. I could die of embarrassment, but really, at this moment, excited as I've never been, the least of what I think is in the modesty, and all I want is for him to take me.
He begins to caress my butt, and all that area in general, and almost without realizing it, he begins to rub himself against me. I can't help groaning. I'm so excited. He has to do it already, or I'll go crazy. I know.
"Are you ready?" he asks in my ear. And I, a little nervous but at the same time impatient, whisper a slight:
"Yes."
And then, without warning, his cock breaks through me, and I can't hold it anymore, so I let out a moan of pleasure as I hold tight to the blankets.
I've never felt like this in my entire life.
I never ever do a WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD, so I'm really sorry for doing this to your innocent minds (?).
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