That Stupid Dream
Chapter 4
How did I get myself into this again??!
Sakura stared at Neji sitting right across the table and wondered what she was supposed to say- or do.
He had brought her to one of the more expensive restaurants in town and it was all Sakura could do not to blanch at the outrageous price list of the food served here. Needless to say, she was also horribly underdressed in the highly traditional backdrop of this prestigious establishment whereas Neji had looked as if he was their poster boy, never mind the fact that like her, he was also casually dressed in his Jounin attire.
Sakura did not know how to explain it, but the Hyuuga had this commanding air around him that all but demanded for the hostess' attention. Heck, even the serving help was more than happy to bend over backwards just to accommodate him. Maybe it was the sheer influence of the Hyuuga name, or maybe even the fact that he came from Old Money, but Sakura was properly awed. She had no idea that this was the type of world that Neji lives in. It was intimidating, to say the least, and Sakura suddenly had an understanding as to why Neji was so stiff most of the time.
Tradition, and years upon years of rigid clan upbringing had molded the powerful ANBU to be what he is today, and when Sakura thought of all the times when she had been so informal with the Hyuuga, bantering playfully and flirting innocently with the stoically nonplussed male; it made her wince painfully. It was actually quite a wonder that he hadn't taken her head off yet.
No, he didn't take your head off, her mind retorted smartly, he merely decided to kiss you stupid after enduring two years of your nonsense.
Sakura promptly turned bright pink. She shook her head inwardly. She had promised herself not to think about the Hyuuga and his sinful lips ever since she realized that she seemed to develop some sort of an allergic reaction every time her mind wandered towards that train of thought. She really had to keep away-
"Haruno-san. What would your order be?"
Sakura's mind went blank at the soft, polite tone addressed to her. The pink-haired kunoichi stared at the gracefully kneeling form of the kimono-clad hostess beside her on the tatami flooring and wondered for a long moment what the other female wanted from her. Then she remembered the menu that she had been clutching in her hand while she had been busy drifting about with her thoughts. Sakura started to turn pink with embarrassment.
"Erm…"
Neji took one look at Sakura's bewildered face and reached across the table to take the menu from her slack hands. He easily slipped shut the thin leather-bound book before stacking it on top of his and handing them casually to the hostess.
"She will have what I'm having, Aiko-san."
"Hai, Hyuuga-sama." The beautiful woman took the menus from Neji with delicate grace, her elaborately embroidered kimono hardly making a sound as the silk material whispered at the genteel movement. "Will there be anything else?"
Neji shook his head wordlessly and returned his attention to his dinner companion, a clear indication of dismissal.
Slowly, Aiko executed a perfect bow, her spine straight and her lithe torso perfectly in line with her splayed thighs, before slowly stiffening her posture once more. Sakura was green with envy of the woman's geisha-like elegance, and the pink-haired kunoichi watched the hostess as she slid out of the private dining room soundlessly before closing the shoji screen carefully behind her.
Neji caught Sakura's wistful gaze.
"She's very graceful and holds herself very well. I'm most envious of her poise." Sakura explained her odd expression, smiling a little ruefully as she did so. In the background, light music from the shamisen played discreetly in the peaceful room.
Neji's brow arched up slightly.
"Don't be." The ANBU male merely replied. "This restaurant is a long-standing family establishment; Aiko was groomed from birth for this position. Just like how you and I were taught from young to become what we are now."
"Yeah…you are right of course…But still, she's really beautiful, don't you think?"
Neji's brow lifted yet another notch.
Sakura's almost thoughtful eyes cleared suddenly then, and she looked embarrassed to be caught thinking aloud like that. "Ugh. Not that I'm madly jealous of her or anything. I know that I'm not very pretty but then I'm not that ugly either. I know my limitations, I suppose."
The kunoichi had accepted long ago that she wasn't exactly the most eye-catching female in the world. She was well aware that her breasts were a little too large for her petite form, her waist too narrow, her hips a tad too voluptuous, and her legs just too coltish to conform to the traditional sense of Japanese beauty. That didn't mean that she hated her body though; anything but that. Her physique was thanks to years upon years of hard work and intensive training, and Sakura would never be ashamed of it, ever. It was just that she wasn't above appreciating beauty when she saw it, and Aiko was definitely gorgeous, and not just in the physical way. The other woman was lovely and graceful, and her noble upbringing showed in her every posture. Sakura was properly awed by the type of rigid discipline it must have taken to achieve that sort of innate elegance.
Neji merely stared at Sakura as the female appeared deeply immersed in her own musings. He was inwardly incredulous by what she had just revealed to him. The mention of Aiko's beauty wasn't what had surprised him though; the quiet, damsel-like men-pleasing type of beauty like Aiko's was a dime a dozen in the upper society that the noble lines like the Clan Hyuuga often presides over. Hinata was a prime example, and even Hanabi was known to behave quite placidly most of the time. It was Sakura's brand of beauty that was rare; an intoxicating mix of soft feminine curves and a feisty, yet sometimes innocently sweet character. Neji just could not believe his ears when she had humbly told him that she did not think herself alluring at all. The ANBU was utterly nonplussed; was she really that oblivious that she had yet to notice the admiring looks men sent her way every time she strolled down the streets?
Evidently, his prediction was right on the dot. She really had no idea whatsoever of her own appeal, and for some obscure reason, that only added to her charm. The pale-eyed male was slowly starting to realize why his subconscious was continuously plaguing him with images of this little pink-haired medic-nin even in his dreams.
Neji 'hn'-ed a gruff reply to Sakura's little statement. He was finally admitting to himself that he was intrigued by the female alright, but that sure as hell didn't mean that he was about to go onto his knees and poetically compare her beauty to the moon and stars.
"Beauty is only in the eye of the beholder." The ANBU male quoted expressionlessly at last. "You get your looks only by chance, but your skills as a powerful kunoichi had been earned the hard way. Which is more admirable to you, Sakura?"
The petite medic-nin stared at Neji in surprise, his words ringing loudly in her ears. Was he trying to make her feel better in his own way? Not that she was unhappy in the first place, but Neji's unexpected input was almost thoughtful. It was a sweet gesture especially coming from someone like him, and Sakura felt warmth spreading within her body at his words. Whatever Neji was trying to do, it had worked. Sakura supposed that she couldn't feel upset about her appearance at all if he put things in this perspective. Sakura was very proud of her skills as a medic-nin and a kunoichi, and she smiled sweetly at the tall Hyuuga in thanks.
"Is that a compliment I hear from you, Neji-kun?" Sakura teased softly, quickly falling into a more relaxed mood. This side of Neji was quite…nice. "Are you finally acknowledging the fact that I'm just as powerful as you are?"
Only years of upbringing refrained the Hyuuga from rolling his eyes. "Well," The pale-eyed male started carefully. "You are certainly more powerful than you used to be when we were Genins."
Sakura frowned at his vague answer. She should have expected him to say something like that. She narrowed brilliant emerald eyes at him and almost pouted with fake petulancy. "Why are you always so stingy with your compliments?"
Almost immediately, the Hyuuga was the exactly same pompous pain in the ass as she had always known him to be. He smirked slightly; thin lips curling the slightest bit and making the butterflies in Sakura's stomach flutter. "I only give praise to those who deserves it."
Sakura's fledging goodwill towards the ANBU captain evaporated like a puff of smoke. Her eyelid twitched. That arrogant ass!!
"You-"
Sakura was not given the chance to finish, for right at that moment there was a polite knock before the shoji doors slid open, revealing the beautiful Aiko together with two servant girls carrying twin trays of food. The hostess bowed politely to the two occupants within the room once before allowing the servants to enter, and Sakura's annoyance faded away as she observed the mouthwatering food with delight. The delicious scent of the warm meal before her was more than enough incentive to melt the rest of her anger away, and Sakura was really hungry.
"Please enjoy your meals."
This time, all three females bowed deeply in their kneeling positions before pulling the shoji doors close.
Sakura was immediately torn between tucking into the delectable food prostrated so enticingly before her or to resume picking the bone that she had with the pigheaded Hyuuga.
Neji solved the problem easily for her, as usual.
"Eat."
Of course Sakura was not pleased at all by the arrogant command. She drew her eyes from the enticing display of food to scowl at him.
"Hyuuga-"
Neji interrupted her sputter. "The food will grow cold soon. Eat first. You may address all your grievances towards me later."
She may?! May?!!
It was all Sakura could do not to twitch. He was so high and mighty that it made her want to tear out her hair and scream like a demented child. She settled for glowering at the apathetic male before her instead. Sakura could not help but notice that he too had not touched his food yet, merely leaning back on his calves and maintaining a ramrod stiff sitting/kneeling position. Her scowl intensified.
"Why don't you eat first? Planning to use me for poison testing?"
The look that Neji shot Sakura was one of long-suffering.
"Sakura." His voice was as usual, calm and modulated. "You are here as my guest. Common courtesy dictates that you must start your meal before me."
It was his rigid upbringing at work again, and Sakura's mouth snapped shut. Of course he was obligated to cater to the needs of his guest before himself. That rule was probably ingrained into him ever since he was a child, and once again it served to remind Sakura that this was the young head of the Hyuuga branch house.
And she had been arguing with him for the past few minutes like some spoilt, uncouth brat. It was a wonder that he didn't find her antics childish and immature. Sakura pinkened promptly, and unconscious to her, the kunoichi stiffened her posture even as she slowly picked up the chopsticks. Neji watched as she carefully chose a piece of grilled unagi and slipped it between her lips. She chewed slowly, then swallowed.
Emerald eyes lit up immediately; Sakura was never one to forsake good food, and just for the meal the pink-haired kunoichi quickly forgot her irritation with the Hyuuga not awhile ago.
"This is delicious!"
Neji felt the corner of his lips tilt upwards slightly as he watched the woman start to dig into her meal with enthusiasm. She found joy in the simplest things and he found himself with the urge to see that contented look on her face more often. She was so very expressive, and he was really curious about how she could always seem to do that without fail despite their grim occupation.
"…you are not eating?" Neji fixed his attention on Sakura, who had caught him in his musings. Her chopsticks were poised over a bowl of rice and she was looking at him with slight curiosity animating her pretty face.
Neji picked up his own utensils.
The dinner hadn't been awkward like what Sakura had thought it would.
The conversation had been minimal at first but Sakura had never been used to such silence during mealtimes. For her, dinner with company was supposed to be filled with banters and thoughtful exchanges, and so it didn't take long for Sakura to start rattling off random thoughts that flittered past her head, never mind the fact that the Hyuuga was actually quite pleased with the peaceful silence before Sakura had to open her mouth. It took awhile of blind fumbling on her side, but some of the topics did catch Neji's interest eventually and the two of them had actually spent quite an enjoyable dinner together talking and sometimes even debating over the most inane matters.
Sakura was pretty surprised that Neji was quite the conversationalist- if you manage to engage him properly, that is. In hindsight it shouldn't really be a shock to her actually; the ANBU captain was a genius in everything he did, and it was small wonder that he would possess a good grasp on most topics under the sun and that he also happened to be quite knowledgeable about the political climate of all the five great countries. Sakura was pleased to find her wits pleasantly challenged as her mind worked hard for answers to rebut each of his strongly defined points. It was invigorating.
Now, if only Neji could learn to be as charming as he was smart. Honestly, for a person whose IQ was clearly off the charts, his EQ was downright pathetic.
At the moment, Sakura was frowning at Neji as they exited the establishment.
"Why don't we need to pay for the food?"
Sakura swore that it was true; that daft man had just strolled out of the building right after they had finished their dessert. Sakura, who had been in the midst of digging out her wallet, had been appalled.
Neji eyed the indignant female walking beside him. He had no idea what had gotten her so huffy this time around.
"I don't need to pay because it would be billed to me at the end of the month."
Once more, it was yet another subtle reminder of his high status in Konoha. The Hyuugas were so rich that they even had a personal account in a high-classed restaurant! It was very intimidating, and some of Sakura's ire died down. She really had no idea what to say next.
"…erm…ok…fine. But I still need to pay you back for the meal though."
"There is no need." The ANBU was quick to stop her before she could pull out her purse, a slightly insulted look on his face.
Sakura could only stare at him, not comprehending the reason behind his annoyance.
"Huh?" What was wrong with going dutch?
She obviously didn't know anything about etiquette. Neji sighed.
"You are my guest, Sakura."
Sakura opened her mouth. "But I-"
"It's rude to snub the generosity of others." Neji cut her off easily, succeeding better than anything in driving her annoyance right up again. A small, incredibly smug smirk covered his face. "You may, however, thank me for the pleasant company as well as for the wonderful dining experience."
Sakura gaped at him with disbelief. God, this man is impossible. Sakura's immediate reaction was to storm off in a huff and pretend not to know this unbearably conceited pig, but she didn't do it. The pink-haired kunoichi sighed inwardly. Neji was right, of course. Like it or not, she owed him her appreciation at least, because she knew that chances of her paying the proud Hyuuga back with money was like a snowball's chance in hell. She was just going to have to lower her pride and thank the male. Sakura frowned fiercely. This was all Ino's fault. She could have done well without the blonde's meddling ways.
Sakura heaved a loud sigh. Might as well get it over and done with.
"…thank you, Neji."
Neji's brow shot up. He really had not expected her to show her thanks- and actually mean it. There was a little resignation in her eyes, but good-humor too. He had underestimated her again. Just when he thought that he had her all figured out, she just had to go all out to prove him wrong. The male recovered quickly from his muted surprise and nodded, but Sakura was not done yet. Emerald eyes sharpened suddenly as a thought occurred to her.
"This means that I will be owing you lunch though, so don't you dare try to weasel out of it."
Neji's brow lifted a notch but he inclined his head all the same. He wondered inwardly if she was aware that she had just created another date for the both of them. Judging by the cheerful look on her pretty face, Neji highly doubted that she had realized her folly yet. Well, all the better for him. Neji still had no idea what he was going to do with this little kunoichi who had snagged his attention like no other, but this was an excellent opportunity to find out.
Pale eyes gleamed with amusement, and a little of something else. It was a good thing that Sakura hadn't noticed yet.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
The walk back to Sakura's apartment was made in near silence. Not the uncomfortable type of silence, mind you, but more of the thoughtful, amicable type.
It was almost peaceful if not for the tumult of emotions whirling within one confused pink-haired medic-nin.
Discreetly, Sakura eyed the quiet Hyuuga walking beside her. They were walking side by side among the crowded street, almost close enough to touch each other actually, but not touching of course. Enjoying the cool night breeze, the ANBU was quietly observing the going ons of the busy street whereas Sakura was busy observing him as if it was the first time that she was actually 'seeing' him.
One would think that as his medic-nin she would have noticed his physique a little more than others but no; one of the first things that Tsunade-shishou had pounded into her head was 'no molesting the patient, be it visually or physically', and Sakura had agreed wholeheartedly with the rule. Ogling the helplessly injured under one's care wasn't very professional anyway, and she had long learnt to dismiss the many naked torsos that she had seen in all her years as a medic, much to the disappointment of some of the males under her charge. But now that Sakura was finally sitting up and taking notice of Neji, she realized belatedly that he was actually quite good looking.
'Okay,' Sakura amended sourly to herself. 'Not actually 'quite', more like 'very'.'
Eying the male's long coffee-colored hair jealously, Sakura thought that it was extremely unfair that he should have such beautifully silky hair. She doubted that her own pink tresses were anywhere near as fine as his but quickly dismissed her envy. It wasn't her way to covet the physical appearances of others; she had learnt long ago that such actions would do nothing and make nobody but herself feel even more miserable in the end. Sakura continued scrutinizing Neji discreetly. She noted that he was a good head taller than her, and slickly muscled. He was made up of taut, lean lines and his strides were long and confident. It told her that this was a man who would know what he wanted in life and how to get it. In fact, there was something about the way he moved that reminded her of a hunting panther, deliberate and sinuous. It was interesting to watch, unless she was the one he was stalking towards, that is.
His face was aesthetically pleasing in a most aristocratic way; pale, smooth skin, high cheekbones, a proud nose, thin lips. His hitai-ite covered his forehead and his eyes were sharp and always alert. Sakura still could not decide if she liked looking into those eyes of his; meeting his silvery gaze sometimes was like getting a shock in one's senses, and she wasn't sure if those delightful shivers up and down her spine was a good thing or not.
Yes, Sakura had finally realized that Hyuuga Neji was actually a very handsome male specimen, and that he has got the entire 'brooding and enigmatic' factor that most females found enthralling down pat. He was also rich; a certified genius, one of the most accomplished ninja Konoha has ever produced, possesses a powerful kekkei genkai and is all in all the overachieving, ideal male.
Sakura made a long face; not noticing that she had caught the attention of said male occupying her thoughts, so busy was she getting a little irritated by how perfect he was.
Now what really baffled her was his sudden interest in someone like her, but even she could not deny that her feminine pride was happily soaking in his attentions, as intense as they could be at times. That made Sakura a little wary of her own bewildering feelings. Sakura's frown deepened.
Neji had been one of her patients for almost as long as she could remember, and as good-looking as he was she really couldn't recall feeling any sort of romantic attraction towards him until now, when he had stepped over the line of their healer/patient relationship with that kiss…and what a kiss it was too. He was always so stoic and dispassionate and grumpy; never in her dreams would she imagine that he could be so ardent if he wanted to. It made her lightheaded just thinking of it, and Sakura tinted pink at the memory. The kunoichi quickly shoved her feelings aside before she started to vaguely resemble a tomato. Tentatively, she started to sort out her own messy jumble of thoughts that concerned the strong ANBU captain.
Her relationship with Neji was relatively simple before all these. He would check into the hospital with all his injuries; she would heal him. He would display signs of grouchiness and token resistance to her nosy and cheery ways; she would tease him mercilessly and laugh at him just to see that grumpy look flitter across his normally blank face. He would demand to be let out of the hospital even when he knew it was not possible; she would smile that saucy little smile of hers and cheerfully deny him of-
Sakura paled suddenly.
Her innocent (well, at least intention wise) byplays with Neji couldn't be counted as flirtation, could it?
Emerald eyes grew wide as she considered the possibility. Sakura thought back to all the times when she had interacted with the Hyuuga, the way she would grin playfully at him when he scowled at her, the way she would saunter unselfconsciously around him, emerald eyes gleaming with pure mischief as she glimpsed the dour look on his face, the way just the mere thought of annoying him (and in the process, turning him into a more likable person or so she thought) could make her smile and anticipate the encounter like nothing else could.
Sakura closed her eyes as a feeling of doom impended upon her.
Good lord, how was it possible that she had been flirting with a male for nearly two years and not know what she was doing until now??
Sakura groaned inwardly. So this entire farce was of her own making, in a way. She had been the one sending all the wrong signals to the Hyuuga, and as slow as it had taken him, he was starting to pick up on them.
Sakura knew that she had to clear the air. She knew that she had to tell Neji that she hadn't been flirting (not purposely, at least) with him for the past few years. She had to tell him not to jump to the wrong conclusion, that she wasn't some bubble brained bimbo trying to get into his pants, that she really wasn't the least bit interested in him at all. Yes, it was all one huge misunderstanding. She would never like him. Not even a tiny itty bit. Never!
Sakura really did groan aloud this time.
Just who the hell was she trying to kid?
Sakura shot Neji another look. He appeared so calm and collected that the pink-haired female could not help but feel a little resentment towards him. He was the one who was causing her so much headache and yet he appeared hardly affected by it all. This was all so unfair!
Unbeknownst to Sakura, Neji had been discreetly observing her for quite some time, and watching all sorts of emotions fleeting across her face was entertaining, to say the least. So far he had glimpsed of shyness, embarrassment, mortification, irritation and even worry, though he had no idea what she could possibly be worried about. At the moment, the look on her face was one of pure disgruntlement, and it didn't take much for him to guess the reason behind that particular expression. It truly amused him that she was so very easy-to-read; it wasn't a usual trait for one of their kind. Emotions could be easily manipulated by the enemy and used against one if one was not careful, and it was the first lesson that had been taught to him as a shinobi. Still, he couldn't find it within himself to see her open character as a flaw. It was what makes her uniquely Sakura, after all.
"Neji. Why are you doing this?"
Neji broke out of his musing to look at the pink-haired female by his side. They were now in the residential district of Konoha, and standing a few meters from the entrance of her apartment. It was very quiet here, with no sign of human traffic other than for the Jounin couple.
Neji raised a brow, waiting for her to elaborate. Sakura flushed prettily, and he was amused to see her nervously wringing her hands.
"Why…are you suddenly so interested in…me?" She whispered shyly. Neji's delight increased tenfold. After all the times he had seen her behave so sassily and confidently before him, it was a pleasant surprise for him to realize that he could bring out this kind of reaction from her. Maybe Shikamaru was right after all…
Neji stopped and turned to the little pink-haired kunoichi. He took a step towards her, and her eyes widened comically. He was barely inches away from her!! He was in her personal bubble! His proximity was disconcerting, not to mention his addictive scent… She could not think very well when he was so near! She took a frantic step backwards, flushing slightly as she did so.
Neji appeared a little confused when she retreated from him, but when he saw the endearing pink that tinted her face, understanding dawned. He smirked, silvery eyes glinting with wicked amusement as he took another step forward to compensate for her hasty retreat. Sakura's jaw unhinged at his playful demeanor. Was this really the cold, stoic Hyuuga they all knew?
"N-Neji!" Sakura quickly threw out a hand to stop his advance. He was hardly daunted by her less than adequate defense. Her open palm met warm flesh and she looked at her own hand in shock. Her small, un-manicured hand was nestled happily in between the lapels of his Jounin vest, and she could do nothing but stare. He looked down at her suddenly still form with a small smirk playing around his lips. She looked so utterly bewildered with her current position, and it was all he could do not to laugh at her.
'Come on,' Sakura hissed to her seemingly frozen-up self. 'Remove your hand from his firm, chiseled chest! Now!'
In response, her treacherous fingers merely twitched as they glided curiously across the front of his shirt. She could feel his muscles bunch and relax under her soft touch, and Sakura's mouth went dry instantly. She was also inwardly mortified. Good gods, she was feeling up the man right in front of him!! And her utterly disloyal hand was not listening to her mental screeches at all to stop fondling the very manly chest of one Hyuuga Neji. He was probably appalled by her behavior! This must be hell. Sakura licked her lips timidly, then slowly lifted her eyes from her hand to Neji's eyes.
She gasped softly.
Any thoughts of Neji being revolted by her sudden touchy-feely-ness was quickly erased away by that look in his eyes. Sakura's heart tripped, then quickly jumpstarted at the molten gaze that seemed to floor her entire being. It was like staring into liquid quicksilver and all of a sudden her chest felt tight and it was a little hard to breathe in here.
"Sakura…"
The kunoichi's breath hitched at the low purr that seemed to vibrate from his chest. Her emerald eyes became even bigger, effectively giving her a wide-eyed look of innocence that made her even more irresistible to the Hyuuga before her. Neji growled inwardly to himself. How was he supposed to resist her, resist that look in her eyes? No, he was no saint, and right now he wanted her more than ever, this sweet little morsel of femininity. She was exciting; a splash of vivid color in his often monotonous life and he would not deny to himself now that he wanted more of her in his life than just infrequent encounters in the hospital. She was so strong, and yet at the same time so seemingly fragile. The contrasts within her were simply too fascinating for him to dismiss. He wanted to unravel all her secrets, the mysteries that made her distinctly Sakura. Not to mention that she was also intelligent, beautiful and she never failed to keep him on his toes. She was definitely more than worthy of him, and he would have her soon.
There and then Neji decided to stop fighting his desires.
His hand came up and covered hers. Sakura blinked as the warmth of his larger hand suffused her smaller one. Then using that connection he tugged her towards him and shyly, she tottered against his lithe form. Another hand lifted her chin to meet his gaze, and a callused thumb ran across her lower lip slowly. The sheer intimacy of the action was startling, and before Sakura knew what she was doing her tongue darted out to taste him. His slivery gaze darkened at the sight of her soft pink appendage sweeping lazily against her succulent flesh, and all of a sudden Sakura felt her knees go weak.
Good gods, their shared chemistry…was electrifying.
"Sakura."
Sakura decided that she could listen to Neji say her name forever and not get tired of it. Neji might speak in a stilted and formal manner most of the time, but the way his tongue curled around her name was definitely unlike any other she had heard before. She liked it. A lot. Sakura sighed. She did not understand her overwhelming attraction towards Neji, but she knew enough that the feeling was reciprocated and for the moment it was enough for her.
"Yes?"
She was surprisingly docile at the moment, her soft curves molding to his in a very pleasant way. Neji decided that he liked holding onto Sakura like this, and made a mental note to put the two of them in such situations as often as possible.
"I have made a decision regarding our relationship."
Sakura furrowed her brow slightly. She really didn't remember that they had any relationship going on, actually.
"Oh?" She asked curiously though. "And what have you decided?"
The Hyuuga was feeling ridiculously pleased with himself. He had been thinking about their unique circumstance for quite awhile already, and had quickly come up with what appeared to be the best option for the both of them. After all, they were all rational, accomplished adults who were current unattached and very attracted to each other, and from his point of view there was only one way this relationship could be going.
"You will be my lover."
::tsuzuku::
