Uh, so this chapter boarders really close to an M rating, but since there is no removal of clothing I am keeping the rating as T.
But as a warning, a situation of sexual nature happens in this chapter. Nothing overly graphic but still sexual.
Enjoy.
The next day, Aurorah decided to do exactly as she had told herself she would do and befriend the nice bowl-haired kid.
Lee, his name was Lee or Rock Lee as Madara had so helpfully supplied. His parents must have loved Kung-Fu movies or something. She had to remind herself of this several times so she didn't seem like a fool and forget when she talked to him.
So she had invited him to lunch with her to which he readily agreed and they had settled for a nice meal at Panera...on Madara of course, since he stilled owed her for the bet and she had asked nicely to include Lee.
Lee didn't seem at all bothered that he was dining with his boss -who was glaring at him- appearing all to happy to have made 'new friends'. Madara cringed at this prompting Aurorah to elbow him in the ribs. 'Don't be an asshole' her glare said and the raven-haired man simply huffed and dug into his pasta bowl.
Lee and Aurorah got along great. Lee's enthusiasm was endearing and contagious. She felt more exuberant just being next to him. He talked about all kinds of things, from his love of spicy food -which they shared- to his crush on a girl named Sakura who worked at a hospital. She had apparently helped him get better after a biking accident and she was an angel with pink hair. Unfortunately she seemed chin deep in a crush on Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi's younger brother and Madara's nephew. The Uchiha muttered something about him being a little asshole, just like his father.
Sakura not returning his affection seemed to be the only thing that made him down. She patted him on the head and gave him her most motherly smile. "It's okay Lee. It may be a used up metaphor but there really are so many more fish in the sea. Like over 7 billion fish and that's a lot of fish."
He thought on this, a little frown on his face before beaming up at her. "You are right Aurorah. My love for Sakura may not fade right away, but there is sure to be someone out there who I can love just as passionately." He fisted the air before attacking his food with gusto. She smiled and Madara rolled his eyes.
"That's the spirit Lee."
He looked up at her, swallowing the food in in his mouth before speaking. "Do you have anyone you like?" He asked. Aurorah blinked, her forkful of salad suspended in front of her mouth. She put it down, intent on answering him but Madara beat him to it.
His smile was almost maliciously gleeful as he leaned back in the booth beside her. "Of course she is, she's happily dating my little brother. In fact she just might end up being my future little sister." He pressed his cheek to Aurorah's and she stilled at the implications. Her marry Izuna. But they only just started dating. She did feel warmed slightly by the thought though.
Madara could feel the heat from the red-head's cheek. His smile turned down and he leveled a glare at the kid before him. "That means she's off limits. She's taken, spoken for, not up for sale. So no getting any silly little infatuations with her like with this Sakura chick got it."
Lee looked slightly taken aback and Aurorah closed her eyes and counted to ten. 'Don't punch your boss, he pays you, he is your literal cash cow, your source of income. You are Zen.' With her mental rant complete, she pushed Madara's face away from her.
"God Madara, don't be such a little shit, he was only asking a question." she scolded him.
Shock subsiding, Lee smiled brightly at them. "It is quite alright. If you are truly dating his brother, then it is only right he defends the honor of both you and his sibling."
Now it was Madara's turn to be shocked. His face scrunched up, as if he couldn't quite grasp the kids exuberance. He wanted to sneer at him but felt the gesture would go over his bowl cut head so he simply settled for pouting. Aurorah sighed and patted the man on his arm.
He'd get over it.
When Aurorah drove up to Izuna's house, in the very posh and quiet suburb neighborhood, she almost said fuck it and bailed. When she had dropped him off that night they went out, she hadn't taken the time to look around. It had been dark and she was too preoccupied with Izuna's voice as she drove and the almost kiss he had left her with.
Now, she stood at the very fancy looking oak door with a fancy little window and remembered that Izuna was from a ridiculously wealthy family; The Uchihas. Not that there was anything remotely wrong with that, but she felt suddenly undeserving of such a man who was so above her in status. She wasn't anything special, certainly wasn't rich and she didn't come from any well known family.
She took a deep breath, and taking a page from her new friend Lee, shoved some well needed self-confidence in herself and raised her fist to knock on the wood door. There was a moment of silence, in which she shuffled anxiously on the welcome mat and fiddled with the bottle of sangria she was told would be a good idea to bring. She wasn't much of a drinker, but she could handle a few cups of the fruity liqueur her brother's boyfriend was fond of. And if she continued to be as nervous throughout the night as she was now, then she would need it.
She heard the sound of locks sliding out of place and she tried to hold down the sudden panic that flared. She didn't understand why she felt so panicked, it was only Izuna.
But maybe that was it. It was Izuna. She was going to have dinner with Izuna, in his house, together, alone.
It was no secret to her that she found Izuna really attractive. He was gorgeous. He had grown from that previously scrawny, girly kid from her brother's elementary to a tall, dark and handsome individual. He oozed a calm sophisticated sex appeal and they were going to be alone and not in the safety of the public.
Her name being called made her jump and she gave a sound reminiscent of a dying pterodactyl screech. She clutched the bottle she was holding and stared wide-eyed at the slightly amused Izuna. Her cheeks reddened when she caught herself staring at him. He did look good in the silver grey suit pants, and a white button up tucked in with the sleeves rolled up above his elbows. He wasn't wearing a tie and the top buttons were undone leaving his pale neck and collarbone open to her wandering eyes.
"You seem very distracted and nervous." he said ushering her into the warm house. She complied, shoulders hunched and followed him as he lead her to a nice, well kept kitchen that was currently in use.
"I'm not distracted...or nervous." Aurorah's words sounded like a lie to her and Izuna seemed to think so as well when he gave her a skeptical look. He didn't push her though and instead gestured her to sit as he went back to doing whatever it was he was doing before she got there. She did so, placing the sangria bottle on the table although she did not remove her hands from it and instead held it tighter.
Sangria bottle give her strength.
"I brought fruity...alcohol." she muttered.
"Did you now." He sounded amused and this worked to calm Aurorah's nerves slightly. Despite his very real attractiveness, he was also so very calming and she felt herself no longer clutching the bottle tightly in nervousness. He was a peaceful man, while she was an emotional women and this seemed to work in their favor.
"My apologies for dinner being late. I meant to have it done before you got here, but I was caught up in work." Izuna said, garnering Aurorah's zoning attention. As she lost herself in her thoughts, she had propped her chin in her hand and had went quiet. Her gaze had suspiciously landed firmly on his ass, and she had set to admiring it as he went about cooking. It looked especially nice in his form fitting suit pants that hugged that firm butt just right.
And it wasn't just his butt that was well off. Every time he turned around her butt gazing turned into crotch gazing and he seemed very well endowed in that area as well if that suit bulge was anything to go by.
And holy shit she was being a creeper. She pressed her blushing face into her hands and held in a sigh. Izuna would definitely hear that and then he'd ask questions.
"It's alright, I can wait." She said. And she could, because even though it was embarrassing, she really liked being a creeper for Izuna.
Dinner went well, really well actually. Izuna was an amazing cook and Aurorah wasn't going to be ashamed that she ate more than her fair share. It was really fucking good. Though she did apologize that she had been gluttonous. This only prompted Izuna to chuckle with a knowing smile as he told her to eat however much she wanted.
He certainly knew the way to her heart.
After dinner was finished and dishes put away, they settled down in the living room to watch TV. Well she watched it and Izuna listened.
She wasn't sure what had started it, their cuddling had been innocent enough. She had felt a little tired and had stretched her arms to wound around Izuna's middle. He was laying back into the couch in a casual slouch with his knees up; it was almost childlike and it made his stomach the perfect pillow for her head. So she went with it.
But when he stretched lazily and his shirt rose slightly, her hand had accidentally slipped down to brush smooth pale flesh. And that had been an accident.
Everything afterwards wasn't. She'd blame the sangria for that one.
Next thing Aurorah knew, her hands found their way under his shirt and ran amok over the skin on his abdomen and chest and down his sides. His eyes had widened and small strangled noise left his lips but he didn't push her away so she forged onward.
Being especially bold, one hand went farther downward and brushed the bulge she had been eyeing appreciatively earlier. She smiled wickedly and gave it a small squeeze. This earned her a small groan and Izuna's eyes lidded and turned a darker pewter then usual in arousal. She liked this look on him.
Her mouth eventually found his and she licked experimentally against full lips, asking silently for permission. Soft warm hands caught her face and pulled her into a tender kiss. It was a contrast to the heated frenzy she was using on his skin.
Pulling her hands from his crotch - which felt large and heated and stiff through his pants from her ministrations - she switched up her position and straddled his hips. Her fingers curled into that wonderfully silky hair, deepening their kiss and grinding down against him. She was suddenly glad that she had forgone her usual pants or capris and chosen a skirt. It left only her thin cotton panties and his pants between her and that delicious solid heat.
And just touching him through his pants wasn't going to be enough, she wanted more of him. Throwing all rational thought out the proverbial window, her hands flew to the belt that kept her prize locked away. That straining hot prize that was begging her to be released.
It was as she unzipping his pants, ready to plunge in and remove him from his confines that she was gripped on her upper arms and pushed gently off a slightly painting Izuna. She looked at the raven haired man in confusion. Did he not want the same thing? He sure looked like he did and he had reciprocated her actions.
So then why?
Izuna couldn't take any more of it. If they continued like this, he knew he'd give in and have her right there on his couch. Aurorah was just too much, literally dry humping him like a wanton vixen, little sounds of pleasure leaving her lips as her hands roamed his flesh and it was like music to his ears. He would cum in his pants at this rate.
She was also becoming so very wet and he had to keep his hands from wandering down there to her warmth and aid in making her wetter. He settled for placing his hands on her upper thighs and running slow circles deceptively close to where he wanted them to be.
'Make up your damn mind!' he berated himself. A needy moan was ripped from his throat when she ground particularly hard against him, scraping the fabric of his pants against his sensitive erection.
Shit, he wanted so badly to say fuck it and take her. As she was now, she'd let him. She'd let him fuck her on every damn surface of the house if he wanted.
But he couldn't. He didn't want their relationship to be only about sex, no matter how much they wanted it. So when her hands undid his belt and went to unzip him, Izuna had to push her away. Because if she went any further, he'd be done and he'd let her finish her work.
He could hear Aurorah's disappointment, it mimicked his own feelings, but he steeled himself.
"Izuna?" her voice was filled with questions and unchecked desire. Why did he stop her? Did she do wrong? Did he not want it, did he not want her?
"I'm sorry Aurorah," he started, shifting slightly to relieve the aching pressure between his legs, "It's not that I don't want you, so don't think that. Shit, I would take you to that room and fuck you senseless, but that's not what I want this relationship to be about."
She was still, quiet. Thinking on his word most likely, and god he hoped she wouldn't bow out because he wouldn't give. He really hoped she wasn't that type of girl, because he really liked her and he wanted this to work. Hell he had waited a damn long time for her because he felt it was right, that she was the one as corny as that sounds.
"You want to wait...on sex?" She sounded almost mystified by the idea, like she couldn't quite grasp that he had suggested it.
"Yes, but not for long. Even my control runs thin at some point, but long enough to be sure that this is going to work, that this is right."
There was another moment of silence before she made a disgruntled groan and he felt Aurorah's head hit his shoulder.
"Ugh, that's such a cockblock move Izu-chan. But if that's what you want then I'll go with it." Her head turned and he felt her lips brush the side of his throat and she gave it a tiny lick. "I can still touch you right?"
"In what way?"
"In what way, don't be coy Izuna. I mean touch you." her hands gripped his still aching cock through his pants and he gasped in surprise with the action. "Because you have nice assets and I have wandering hand syndrome." she said mischievously and rubbed hard. He shuddered, hands going to grip her hips as she straddled his leg and moved against him slowly. She didn't go any farther though, awaiting his permission.
"Would that change how you felt about the situation?" He asked, unable to hide the shudder in his voice. Shit he was close.
"What, with whether I'll wait? No, I'd still do so, I just want to know how much self control I need to have around you."
Izuna nodded at this, jaw clenching when she squeezed him. "Wandering hands huh. I suppose I can't object to that." His hands were back to making little teasing circles on her inner thighs, occasionally brushing against arousal soaked panties. She smiled wickedly against his neck, resuming her position straddling his hips and starting an aching rhythm. She was going to make them both come without the need for sex.
The little minx.
Aurorah stood in front of the microwave, staring longingly at the leftover food Izuna had sent her home with as it circled inside. She could smell the heavenly aroma as it heated and it made a silly smile adorn her face. The microwave beeped and she remove her food, stirring it with a fork.
She turned around and immediately slammed into a solid wall of flesh. She flailed slightly, her food almost flying from her hands. Vulgar curses left her lips and she looked up with a lethal glare.
"Madara..."
"Did my brother make that?" he demanded.
The sudden question caught her off guard and she blinked. "Um, yes, but what does that..."
"Give it to me!"
And with that, he swiped the bowl of food from her grasp and bailed out of the lunchroom, his long raven hair trailing after him like a giant hairy cape. She stood there, a wide-eyed look of surprise on her face.
Did he just?
He did!
He so fucking did!
Her shock morphed to fury and she stomped after her boss. Employees scattered out of her blazing, screeching path and only Lee gave her a thumbs up as she passed him.
"Madara, you fucking shithead, you get back here with that food or so help me I will strip you naked and take your pretty fucking ass outside and flay you on the frozen concrete. Freezer burn will be the least of your problems you giant ass fucking man-child."
The boss's door opened and slammed closed with a loud bang, rattling the walls and making the staff flinch. They all looked at each other before silently returning to their work, hoping for the work day to end so they could go home and pray for a saner job.
No overly sure I like this chapter. It was a hard one to write out for some reason and didn't come out nearly like how I had planned. There was supposed to be a little conversation during dinner, but what I had thought up in my head wouldn't come out on the doc so I left it out.
By the way, if anyone is wondering, the month in this chapter is the middle of November and they live in a cold city area. So it is already snowing sometimes. Also, I leave some descriptions vague or not put them at all, like what Izuna's house looks like or what they ate for dinner. It's easier for me to do this as I get really stumped on interior descriptions and I really do want to get this story done fully.
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