Disclaimer: I do not own Skip Beat! or "Like a virgin" by Madonna.
Back with a new one-shot, and if you've read the disclaimer, I'm sure you know what kind of story to expect. Definite T-RATING for this chapter, run along children. Just a bit of fluff and insinuations. Also, this is the last chapter I'll be posting for 2-3 weeks because I have a HUGE test coming up and I'm devoting my entire life to it. I might squeeze out a chapter amidst breaks, but it is unlikely. Worry not, I will return! Enjoy the fluff for now and leave a review :)
I was beat incomplete
I'd been had, I was sad and blue
But you made me feel
Yeah, you made me feel
Shiny and new
Like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
When your heart beats
Next to mine
"Calm down!" She chastised herself as she pulled the edge of her silk negligee. "You can do this, you can, you will." She encouraged herself, running her fingers through her hair so it would look messy, but still sexy.
They had been married for two weeks now and they still hadn't…well, you know. Not that anything was wrong with either of them. Originally, Ren wanted to escape to an unknown location the night following their wedding, however, since their relationship was like throwing meat into a pit of ravenous dogs, they were unable to go anywhere. The President convinced the both of them to stay behind for a month to deal with the reporters and interviewers, just to appease them, and then he'd send the couple to anywhere they wanted- even the C.I.A. wouldn't be able to track them down. He would arrange for all their projects to end or halt production and they would be able to pack up for a month. One month, without having to schedule time for one another, actually come home on time to have meals, not have to be scared of being ambushed; a peaceful, romantic getaway.
Kyoko thought she could wait a month. After all, she had waited 26 years, what was one more month? One more month of being able to watch Japan's sexiest man, but not touch him. Now she stood in the bathroom they shared, dressed in a very small number, a nervous wreck. It would be a lie to say that she didn't feel these desires when they were dating, she knew he felt them too, but he was much too chivalrous and gentlemanly to act on them, and she, much too naïve. But after their wedding, everything changed. Once sweet kisses were now hungrier, soft caresses lusted to grab more than just cloth – it was driving her insane. Who knew her hormones would make her lustier than a teenage boy?
She heard the lock click and quickly ran down the hall towards the door, her foot caught a wrinkle in the carpet and she stumbled forward into the living room. Steadying herself against the wall, she sighed in relief but was jolted back to reality when she heard the sound of keys falling to the ground. Kyoko's head shot up and she found Ren looking back at her in complete shock; Kyoko offered him a nervous smile before she remembered what she was wearing. Freezing momentarily, she shot up and leaned against the wall; flicking her hair over her shoulder, she shot her husband a playful smirk.
"Hi," she said in a husky voice.
Ren continued to stare at her with his mouth open – Kyoko was only ever this brash in his dreams.
"K-Kyoko?" He gulped.
Kyoko was confused. She imagined that he would've been happy – maybe she wasn't dressed right, maybe he didn't realize how plain she was under all those clothes, maybe…
"Are you hungry?" She asked curiously.
Ren burst out laughing – only Kyoko would be completely unaware of the implications of her questions while dressed in lingerie.
"How inconsiderate of me!" Kyoko quickly exclaimed as she pushed past him and ran into the kitchen. Quickly, she began to pull food out of the refrigerator and cupboards, creating mayhem like a storm. She was usually so calm and collected in the kitchen; Ren couldn't help but lean against the entrance into the kitchen and watch her with an amused look.
Moving forward, he reached out for her wrist as she went to grab something, stopping her in mid-motion, he slid his hand down her arm and to her shoulder. His other hand firmly held her waist, he could feel her shiver. He pulled her back into his chest and leaned down to her shoulder, slowly, he inhaled the scent of her hair, again, she shivered.
"I am hungry, Kyoko," he growled into her ear. "And I'm about to eat."
Snatching her wrist back, she turned around and leaned as far as she could into the counter. "B-but, I didn't buy any chocolate sauce or fruits!" She exclaimed, pushing past him again and opening the fridge door. "And we don't have things like that!"
"What are you talking about Kyoko?" Ren asked, putting his hand over his lips to cover the smile.
"Well," her cheeks glowed pink. "I read on the internet that people like to do that kind of stuff…but I always thought the first time was…easy, and all the others times were fun."
Ren turned his back towards her and grabbed onto the counter. Biting his bottom lip, he squeezed his eyes shut and trying to suppress the laughter.
Kyoko folded her arms over her chest, she was frustrated now. Seizing his wrist, she pulled him into the living room and pushed him onto the sofa; the night's theme seemed to be to confuse Tsuruga Ren – that was until Kyoko climbed on top of him.
She straddled her hips against his pelvis and curled strands of his hair along her finger. His hands instinctively grabbed her waist and brought her closer to his body, the silk rubbed against the cotton of his shirt. His eyes darkened with lust and he looked up into her golden eyes. She smirked back at him; leaning towards him, her lips searched for his.
"Kyoko!"
He set her aside on the couch and began to pace the living room.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked quietly.
"I didn't marry Natsu," Ren replied.
"But she's a much better seductress than me, men want her. I thought if I embodied her, it would make it easier…"
"Kyoko," he said her voice softly. He sat down beside her and put his hand against her cheek. "I want you."
Kyoko put her hand against his and settled into it; she closed her eyes and nodded.
"Besides, there's no rush. You don't have to do this for me."
She opened her eyes and his gentle eyes stared back at her. "I'm fine with waiting for you."
With that, he kissed the top of her head and arose from the couch. Sauntering out of the room, he began to unbutton his shirt. Kyoko shook herself out of her trance (it was very dangerous to stare directly into those eyes) and sprung off the sofa. Grabbing his wrist, she pushed him against the wall and perched herself on her tippy toes. Securing her arms around his neck, she captured his lips in a kiss. At first she was soft, her lips brushing against his to pull him out. Once began to respond, she pushed her body as close as she could to his, trying to fuse herself with him. Her lips hungrily played with his, her hands grasping tighter to his neck and hair as she felt her legs start to give away. His hands engulfed her body, picking her up slightly and turning it around such that she was against the wall, not once breaking their kiss. His warm breath mixed with hers, her lips begged for more, their hands grabbing onto whatever they could. Finally, they broke free for a more primal need, breathing.
Their pants were shallow and ragged. He stared at her intensely and she smiled a smile he knew to only be her's.
"Good, the Emperor of the night," she whispered.
They were so close that Kyoko felt his laugh reverberate through her body; putting strands of hair behind her ear, he picked her up and began to carry her towards their bedroom.
"No, just your Corn."
