A/N: This is a raw version, so it has not been proof read to change possible spelling errors and such. Will be done at later times I guess. Furthermore, from chapter 1-3, I never really mentioned Mikoto's name because she went by the name Tramp, so that's her name up until this point. Can't say it's distracting when she isn't introducted to other characters as Mikoto.
iv Shizuru
I wanted to do nothing more than to wrap my arms around her, though I am wet from the rain she looked to be soaked to be the bone. Instead, I moved to the bathroom and retrieved the first-aid kit, she remained root in place as she let me removed her clothes, cleaned her wounds, and wrapping it up. She put on a pair of sweat pants during the time I put away the towel and first-aid kit, but she seemed to made no attempt to change out of her wet sport bra.
"You should get out of your clothes or you will catch a cold," she spoke so softly looking at me.
"Ara, ara… indeed I should," I said with a smile on my face stepping closer to her.
"Let me," she spoke in English as she reached out and touched my cheek, and a faint smile graced her lips momentarily before she leaned in and kissed me hungrily.
I was elated as her tongue brushed against my lips, and I parted to allow her to deepen the kiss as I felt my knees growing weak. We continued kissing as she worked to remove my dress off, and I pushed her backward until we both fell down onto our bed. At that moment, I heard a snap and suddenly she's on top of me, she pulled away and looked at me intently only for a few seconds before she pulled my lacey bra off of me. Once it was off, her lips descended upon my lips once again only for a short moment before she moved down my neck and collar bone raining kisses, and without warning she grabbed onto my breast so roughly that I yelped from the pain. There were no words of apology, instead I gasped when I felt her tongue twirled around my hardened peek only to covered it with her mouth and sucked on it hard. She paid proper attention to both, making me feel so unbelievably aroused that I wanted to return the favor.
"Shizuru…" she paused to whispered my name, and it sounded so sweet that I felt my emotions dwelled up creating a lump in my throat.
"My name is Mikoto," she spoke so softly that I almost didn't hear her if it wasn't for the fact that she'd pushed herself off me so that we can look at each other in the eyes.
"Wait, what?" I pushed myself up and our foreheads collided and she hissed rolling off me.
"Ow, what kind of reaction is that? You didn't think my name is Tramp do you?" she asked sitting there holding her cheek instead of her forehead.
I was shock but the sulking look on her face made me smiled somewhat, and it is true that from the moment we met the only name she goes by was Tramp. I had not expected her to tell her me actual name, and definitely not while we're in the middle of making out. Though I could not help to think that her name is rather befitting of her, and for as long as I've known her I never seen her sulking like she is now. Then I realized something else as well, she initiated the kiss and that thrilled me.
"Ara, I did not mean to tease you, but it is quite sudden and I thought you're professing your love for me. Though I am glad that you finally open up enough to tell me your real name," I said reaching out to touch and caress her face where I had put a gauze over the cut.
"I feel happy when I'm with you yet at the same time I'm anxious over the fact that you're just too good for me," she said closing her eyes leaning into my touch and putting her hand over mine to keep it there.
"Ara, I feel the same way, though I'm worried that you do not want to be near me if I told you that I really want to be with you." I murmured overwhelmed by the fact that I might end up creating a rift between us.
"That and you're the only daughter of a wealthy family as well as a rising actress," she finished for me and I must say I did not hide my surprised at her words very well.
I know that I couldn't hide my surprised of her words well because a devilish smile appeared on her innocent face, "We check on our client before we allow one of our employees to act as their escort, I'm just not sure if I can cope with the fact that you're intimate with other people on the screen."
I could see that she's rather honest with her feelings, though in her golden eyes reflecting pain of the past. What could I say to appease her uneasiness? What could I say to assure her that the things I did onscreen can never amount to what I'm feeling for her? There are things I could say of course, but actions at this point will surely speaks louder than words. I pulled her toward me and kissed her deeply until our lungs burn due to the lack of oxygen, and she allowed me the pleasure of removing her now damped sport bra and fondled her small breasts. Suddenly I recalled something someone said to me so long ago that anything more than a handful would be a waste, and hers were just right though slightly on the smaller side. I wanted to love with complete without restrain, yet I have to restrain myself because of the fresh injuries she'd sustained today. She might trust me to tell me her name, but she still hesitant and have yet to told me what happened to her today and I will not force it out of her to show that I love her and will wait until she's ready to talk about it.
"I'm sorry for hurting you," I whispered into her ears draping my arm over her flat stomach.
"It's not your fault…" she trailed off her voice thick with sleep.
I did not know that she's still a virgin, though I should've asked or perhaps suspected that she is. But it isn't easy to tell by the way she kissed me to passionately and fervently, I was happy in a way that I was her first and hopefully her only one. Then it hit me, I might be her first but I cannot say the same about me, and the sad thing was I don't really recall the name of my first. It is odd that when you're serious about someone and found out that you're their first, you started to think about your past and that ugly feeling of anxiety came bubbling up inside of you. That is how I felt and wonder if she too will forget about me someday as I've forgot about the person that I'd given myself to…
"Go on to work, I will be fine since it's just a few minor cuts." Mikoto said with a crooked smile on her face, though I noticed that she walked slightly stiffly due to our little lovemaking from last night.
"I will make it up to you tonight then," I said giving her a quick kiss on the lips and headed out the door thinking about where we will be having lunch rather than dinner.
When lunch time came rolling around, the shooting for me was done for the day and I called her up for lunch. I'm happy like I am walking on the clouds, and I'm planning to ask her to be my girlfriend over lunch though it's a bit weird but it should be done nonetheless. We did not go to a fancy place, just a local restaurant and enjoy ourselves. At least that's what I'd planned, but unexpected things happened that made me realized just how little I know about her.
"Mikoto, that you? It is you!" the girl with short red hair and forest green eyes exclaimed the moment we sat down at the booth table.
"…" Mikoto spoke not a word but only quirk her brow at the girl, and her facial expression changed from lively to passive.
"Where the bloody hell have you been? You're parents were worried about you when you didn't come back after your grandfather's funeral," the girl said stalking over to us and stood there with her hands on her hip looking quite upset at Mikoto.
"What does my parents give a damn about and why are you here?" Mikoto said coldly.
"I'm here because your parents asked me to look for you, it's time you grow the hell up and go home already. Your mother is sick, so least you could do is be a good daughter and come home to see her. Or do you plan to wait until she pass?" the girl said anger evident in her voice.
"Fine, go back and tell them that I will be coming home in a week or two," Mikoto answered after a long moment of silence between them.
"Fine, and don't let a woman cloud your judgment again Mikoto."
"I won't," Mikoto said as the girl stalked away from her. "That's Yuuki Nao, my childhood friend and distant cousin," Mikoto waited until the red head was out of earshot before speaking again.
In a week's time, my work kept me from spending time with her, and soon she was gone from my life. It was our first and last time making love, and I wonder if I was a fool to encouraged her to go home to be with her family or not. I wanted to be with her, but I cannot be the one to stand between her family and her. So I promise myself that once this contract is over, I would go visit her. But gods, I've completely forgot to ask her where she's going to. I ended up asking Yukino-san but she couldn't give me an answer to that as she only know Mikoto from Cambridge academy. Maybe it is fate, this was not meant to be for both of us, that is what I liked to think but I just couldn't force myself to accept it. Days become weeks and then months gone by with no words from her, I stayed behind in our small apartment unable to leave because it carried many precious memories of us.
"Ara, what is it that you want to talk about father?" I asked coming over after receiving a call from my mother to come over for dinner, well more like a summon than anything else.
"An old friend of your mother and I wanted to talk about marriage between you and their daughter," my father said in an utmost serious voice I've ever heard from him.
"M-marriage…?" I sputtered, something I've never done in my life suddenly seemed to be happening.
"Ara, ara and they're coming with their daughter in a few days to see you, do be a dare and show up," my mother added and that was the end of my visit as well as the conversation.
