Sorry for te big delay! I needed a time to lick my wounds after doing so so so SO badly on that test... but the world is ending! (or so they say... I'll be going down now, who's coming with me?) And I couldn't really leave this story unfinished when it was just the epilogue missing, now could I?
Anyway! This ended up being kinda long... but I still hope you'll live through it (and maybe enjoy it?). So, enjoy!
Epilogue
She entered the apartment, throwing her jacket over the couch and flipping the keys around her fingers as she walked into the kitchen. She knew he wasn't home yet, even though they'd agreed on meeting at his place, so she decided to make herself comfortable while she waited for him to arrive. But a note on the fridge got her attention, and a curious frown came to her face as she read it. Not really finding anything better to do, she followed the vague instructions and walked into Seiya's bedroom, only to find a paper bag with yet another note stick to it.
Tossing the little note aside, she took a peek into the bag, to find strands of pink and a black overcoat neatly fold. Now, either her favorite little alien was on an extremely playful mood, or he was up to something.
Going for option number two, she took her cellphone out of her back pocket and flipped it open, pressing speed dial and waiting for a certain someone to answer her call.
"Of course" she grunted, rolling her eyes when her call went straight to voice mail.
Gently tapping her cell against her chin, she considered her options. She could either sit around and wait for Mr. Mystery to finally realize she was not playing his game of clues, or...
Damn it, he knew her too well. He knew how curious she could be, and the little notes, the wig and the overcoat definitely ignited her curiosity. And, well, a game or two never killed anyone.
So, with that in mind, she followed the instructions, putting on the strawberry pink, wedged wig with straight bangs, arranging it over her head in front of the mirror. She eyed the overcoat, not so thrilled about putting it on; it was not exactly windy nor cool outside, and it was the middle of may. But again, she gave in and threw it on, only to find a valet card and two sets of keys inside the left pocket, along with yet another note.
This was starting to get really intriguing...
Already knowing her call would go straight to voice mail again, she tried to reach him on his cell all the same, as she followed the last piece of instructions and stepped out of the apartment, calling the elevator and then going all the way down to the underground parking lot. Using one of the provided keys, she opened Seiya's car and got in, starting the engine and eying the note again, making sure she got the address right, before putting it back inside her pocket.
Night was already falling into the city as she made her way down the streets and to the pointed address, only to find herself parking Seiya's car in front of a five stars hotel. As instructed, she stepped out of the car and gave the key and the card she found on her overcoat to the valet, and then stepped into the luxurious building.
Throwing a quick glance to the reception desk and to the keys cabinet, she went straight for the elevators, slightly nodding her head to the old lady that stepped out of the elevator as it arrived. She entered it, taking the second set of keys out and inserting into the small hole on the panel. The elevator's doors closed, and started its way up to her final destination, as she stood there, resting her back against the wall and frowning lightly, wondering why exactly would Seiya book a room on such an expensive hotel.
It was really nice and luxurious, that was for sure. But considering they both lived in the city, and unlike her, Seiya not only lived alone but also had an entire apartment all to himself -and her-, making reservations on such hotel was... well, pointless. And as she finally reached her floor and the elevator doors opened to the entry hall of the private penthouse room, she knew, such rooms were usually reserved for either big, international stars, important business men, or wedding nights.
And she was pretty sure he was not popping out the big question.
Sure, she loved the guy. But they have never talked about it, and it was just too soon for such a big step.
It wasn't their anniversary, either. That was still three months ahead.
No birthday, no big celebration, no important date she could think of. At all. And she usually had a pretty good memory for those, too.
Chewing on her lower lip for a moment she stepped fully into the hallway, making her way into the lounge room and taking a look around. A double couch, a coffee table, and a balcony offering a spectacle view of the city. She could only guess taking breakfast with such a view surely must be amazing.
A small bar to the left, a cabinet where she guessed she could find a huge, flat screen TV set, and then the double doors that leaded to the bedroom. And as she opened the doors, her cellphone ringed, and a half amused, all the way curious smile made it to her lips as she picked it up, not really needing to check the caller ID to know who it was.
"Ok, what are you up to?" she asked, straight to the point, without even saying hello.
"A surprise" he answered her. And she could swear she could hear him smiling smugly, as she made her way into the spacious bathroom.
A white, amazing looking bathtub big enough to fit two people comfortably -and to allow all kinds of movements, she noted, unable to fight the mischievous smile that came to her lips then-, was the first thing that got her attention. The nice looking shower with crystal screens was a few feet away, and a large, marble sink with a huge mirror right in front of it. On the back, with a glass bricked wall to give some sense of privacy, the toilet and bidet, all in white, perfectly matching the rest of the decoration.
"I don't like surprises" she said, in a rather serious, aggravated tone, as her frown came back to her features when she stepped back into the bedroom and she noticed a bag resting in the middle of the king sized bed.
His rich, hoarse chuckle reached her through the line. "You're gonna love this one" he assured her.
"Oh, really?" she asked, now arching a questioning, amused eyebrow, as she took out the bag's contents. The white box revealed a pair of black, laced up, four inches high heeled sandals.
And she didn't need to check to know they were her size.
"Oh, yeah" he answered her, charmingly. "Just make sure you're ready in an hour. A car would be there to pick you up"
She frowned at that. "I'm already at the hotel" she pointed out.
"I know" he answered, in a deliberately low, sensual tone.
Noticing the black little modal rayon piece of clothing that came right after the shoe box, the smile came back to her lips. He was really in a playful mood, wasn't he?
"Let me guess" she said, in a half teasingly sensual, half questioning tone. "I'm supposed to wear this, right?"
"That's part of the plan, yes"
She hummed, putting the offered items over the bed and eying them. "And here I thought you didn't quite like it for me to wear miniskirts and letting the whole wide world to have a look at my ass" she teased, knowing full well he really wasn't the sharing kind of guy.
Though he was not the kind of guy that would forbid his girlfriend of wearing something, she knew he didn't exactly like it when some strange guy -or girl...- would take a good look at her legs while not so secretly hoping to get a peek a little bit up north in her anatomy on those rare occasions when she did, in fact, wear a miniskirt in public.
Or a really tight short.
He chuckled at her. "I'm making an exception, here" he finally said, sounding amused. "Just be ready in an hour"
And with nothing more than that, he ended the call. And she blinked at her cellphone for a moment, surprised at him actually hanging up on her, and then rolled her eyes.
Space Boy wanted to play? Fine, she'd play along, then. But she surely was going to make him pay for this. So as her mind came up with all the different ways she could punish him, and with an evilly amused smile on her lips, she put the items back into the bag and walked into the bathroom.
By the time the phone resting over the night table ringed, precisely an hour later, she was already dressed and done with her make up. Just the right amount of black eyeshadow and eyeliner, and her long eyelashes framing her green orbs, as a tint of red decorated her lips.
"Miss Angel?" the receptionist lady greeted her over the phone, and she couldn't help but smile, highly amused at the given name under which, obviously, Seiya had booked the penthouse suite. "Your car has arrived"
"Thank you, I'll be down in a minute" she said, hanging up the phone.
She checked her final appearance on the mirror one last time, before taking the overcoat again and stepping into the elevator, on her way down to the lobby where a tall, thin man in a black chauffeur suit, with his hat resting under his arm, was waiting for her.
He nodded his head in greeting and led her to the car parked outside, opening the door for her. He obviously wasn't much of a talker, and in any case she highly doubt Seiya would have told his plans to a complete stranger, so she just took a seat on the back and stared out the window, waiting to arrive to wherever the chauffeur had been paid to take her.
But whatever she was expecting, that night club the car finally stopped in front of surely wasn't it.
She had heard about it. It was a new, very exclusive, very hard to get in dance club for the rich and spoiled. She knew either her fame or wallet would get her in without much of a problem. But tonight, she was not Haruka Tenoh; she was Angel.
Seiya had made sure of that when adding the wig to her outfit. And she knew, for some reason, tonight, he wanted anonymity.
"Here you go, Miss" the chauffeur said, handing her what it looked like a small little black credit card, with only the name of the night club engraved in golden letters on the front. "Have a good night" he said, slightly lifting his hat off his head.
Accepting the card, she stepped out of the car and took the overcoat off, making her way to the entry door, where a tall, muscular guy eyed her up and down, obviously unimpressed by her outfit. But she smiled to him all the same, handing him the little black card. Her smile widening when, without much of a word, the security guard let her in, putting a VIP bracelet around her wrist.
So, VIP passes... Seiya really did think everything through...
As expected, more than just a few glances landed on her. The little sleeveless black dress, with a low cowlneck openly insinuating her round, generous breasts, and the equally low open back exposing her skin ended in a tight, banded, tiny little miniskirt that did nothing to hide her endless legs. Her hips swinging as she made her way upstairs and to the VIP section, completely ignoring the guys sending looks and signals towards her, and looking for one particular black head.
Her eyes landed almost immediately on an exquisite pair of long, bare, crossed legs, followed by a marvelous body covered in a little halter top red dress, and she knew right there, the so well planned surprise was not the hotel room, or the VIP passes to such an exclusive night club.
With her long black hair up in a bun, with a long, single hair pin keeping it in place and exposing the long, soft looking neck, the beauty sitting next to the bar got her attention not because she was, indeed, a beautiful woman, but because of the tattoo decorating that exquisite back. And as the black haired beauty turned around in her seat, drink in hand, she noted the burning bird in her shoulder, and familiar deep blue eyes looked straight into her green ones.
Holy shit..., was all she could think of, as she saw the woman standing up from her chair and making her way up to her. High heeled, crossed strapped black sandals perfectly matching the black belt that not only complemented the dress perfectly, right over the empire waste where the red material went all the way down in a cascade of little ruffles that draped into the miniskirt that barely reached those glorious thighs, but also marked those curves wonderfully.
Some guy reached her, taking her hand and saying something into her ear, but she didn't really listen -or cared- as the beauty in red got near her and she was able to note the black eyeshadow framing those blue eyes, and the secretive, sensual smile on those red lips. And she just stood there, frozen to the spot, admiring the approaching beauty and vaguely wondering how come she was able to return the sided, sensual smile, keeping herself from drooling all over her own dress...
Whatever the guy was trying to say to her got interrupted when a strong hand on his chest stopped him from taking her hand, and he turned to look at the black haired woman.
"Beat it, pal" she simply said, without even looking at him, and looking into her eyes instead. A soft, long arm going around her waist, bringing them closer, as she smiled at her. "You made it"
She could only smile back, placing both her hands on the beauty's hips as they slowly started following the music. Their bodies gently pressed, their noses brushing together as they danced.
Hands gently roaming through their bodies as they moved, slowly, and the black haired beauty smiled to her again. "I take it you're liking your surprise" she whispered hoarsely into her ear, softly licking the spot right under her earlobe.
She giggled at the gesture, slightly tilting her head to a side to allow better access. "What's there not to like?" she asked, playfully, turning around in the embrace and pressing her back against the black haired woman.
Hips slowly moving together, Seiya's hands went to her hips, in a sensual massage that followed the slow rhythm of their dancing. Her warm breathing caressing her neck as once again she tilted her head to a side, welcoming those invading red lips.
"Tough I can't help but wonder..." she trailed off, letting her own hands go behind her, taking the dancing hips behind hers and sensually caressing them through the ruffled red material. "What's the catch?" she asked, looking into midnight blues as she tilted her head back just to look at her.
"The apology" was the answer, as those hands left her hips. One going to her exposed back, trailing her spine in a lingering caress; the other going to her naked shoulder, were soft lips soon followed.
And she couldn't help the tremor that went through her body at the gentle, sensual caresses. Her eyes drifting closed, enjoying the gentle touches, as they kept on slowly moving to the music.
"There's been a change of plans" Seiya continued, indeed in an apologizing tone; her roaming hands never stopping their lingering caresses across Haruka's back, neck and shoulders. "I'm leaving tomorrow"
She blinked at that, turning back around and facing the black haired woman. A frown coming to her features as she looked into deep blue eyes. "But I thought we had two more days..." she said, unable to hide her disappointment at the news.
Seiya was on a small four days break from a tour to promote his album, and he was supposed to get into a plane and get back on it in two days time. Their schedules were particularly crazy lately, and the little break was wonderful, considering they traveling agendas usually didn't match.
They managed, somehow, to find one way or another to see each other. And that was why this one small break on Seiya's schedule was so special; she knew they wouldn't be able to see each other in a little over two weeks.
And though she understood there was not much they could do but try to work around it, she knew, over two weeks was just too long to go alien-less.
"That's why I'm apologizing" Seiya said, lovingly putting a pink strand of hair behind her ear. But then she smiled sheepishly, shaking her shoulder. "I figured you wouldn't be so incredible pissed if maybe we had a... special celebration..." she trailed off, looking down on herself for a moment before looking back into soft green eyes, "before I leave tomorrow"
She couldn't help it. She arched her back then, making their breast bush together as they moved, slowly, in their sensual little dance. Her smile coming back to her lips the moment she felt the black haired woman arching her back in response, slightly tightening her grip around her waist for a moment, before letting her hands go back to their lingering caresses on her hips.
"So, basically" she started to say, letting her hands travel up and down Seiya's side, getting dangerously and teasingly close to her breast but never really touching them, "you're just tricking me into not beating the crap out of you right now" she finished, in an almost accusing tone.
Though, she had to admit, the alien's master plan worked. Sure, she was not that thrilled about having to say goodbye to her favorite little alien for eighteen long days. But at least she would now have a really nice, very vivid memory of female alien to add to those many, many bedtime memories she already had with him...
Seiya smiled at her, tilting her head to a side and letting her fingers linger around Haruka's waist for a moment. Going back, brushing her backside, and then back to the sides. Her smile turning more sultry as she did so, eying her traveling hands for a moment before looking back into green eyes.
"Actually, right now" she started to say, in a low, sensual whisper into the pink haired woman, "I'm more interested in getting under that little dress of yours"
She laughed at that, tilting her head up as she followed Seiya's hands movements with her hips, teasingly. "Really?" she asked, playfully, raising her hands over her head as she followed a deliberately slow rhythm; hips dangerously close together, breasts gently brushing.
Seiya chuckled at her efforts, shaking her head in an amused manner at the pink haired woman's -faked- innocent expression as she danced seductively. But her hands tightened their grip on Haruka's hips, getting their bodies closer.
But before Seiya could get any more touchy, she turned around, making her way to an empty table on the back, winking at the now blinking black haired woman on her way and silently inviting her to follow her.
Not needing more of an invitation that that smile dancing on Haruka's lips, Seiya followed. She sat down on the edge of the stool, tall enough to leave them almost at eye level, though Haruka's lips were conveniently closer to the exposed long neck of the black haired beauty now standing right in front of her.
And she smiled. "So, I did as you said" she started to say, looking into midnight blues. "I put on the wig, I put on the dress... and I wonder..." she trailed off, now into Seiya's ear; her warm breath caressing her neck, "if maybe completely forgetting to add some underwear was also part of this master plan of yours"
Blue eyes barely had time to blink before Haruka took Seiya's hands in one of hers, guiding it under the miniskirt of the black dress and in between her legs. Her eyes drifting close and she moan softly, almost soundlessly, into Seiya's ear as the black haired woman's long fingers came in contact with her already wet, awaiting clitoris.
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She woke up to the feeling of soft, warm lips trailing her spine and a small smile made it to her lips at the feeling, as she lay on the bed over her stomach. Sheets tangled around her legs, and her face buried on the puffy pillow she was currently hugging.
"I know you're awake" came the amused voice.
A male voice she could recognize anywhere.
She turned her face around over the pillows, looking at the fully clothed black haired man sitting over the bed and leaning on her.
"I could of sworn you were wearing something different last night" she said, frowning in a wondering, confused manner. "Did I really get that drunk?"
He chuckled at her joke, shaking his head. "I can't exactly get on a plane wearing that, now can I?" he pointed out.
"I'd love to see you trying to explain that to the press and the lady fans" she teased, grinning.
"I bet you would" he said, narrowing his eyes at her. "But, you know, wearing jeans without underwear can be quite uncomfortable..."
"And potentially hurtful?" she asked, laughing.
He winced, and she laughed again, turning around over the mattress and laying on her back. Completely ignoring the dark tone in midnight blue eyes as they traveled up and down her now exposed, naked body, she just laid there, with the sheets barely covering her hips, she rested one hand over her stomach.
"This is not fair" she pointed out, tugging at his black shirt with her free hand and frowning. "What is this?"
"A shirt" he offered, teasingly. Reaching out a hand, he caressed her cheek for a moment, before letting his hand travel down her neck, in between her breasts and to her stomach. "I have to go" he pointed out, frowning lightly, apologetically.
She pouted at that, reaching her hands up, now fully tugging from his shirt and bringing him down and on top of her. Encircling her arms around his neck and keeping him close, she robbed their noses together.
"I'll miss you" she said, in a soft, husky whisper.
"I know. I'll miss you too, babe" he whispered back, kissing her softly. "Just two more weeks" he tried to coop, smiling softly at her as he caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. "Two more weeks and I'm done, and then I promise I'll take a time off"
She smiled then. "Haruka time?" she asked, playfully.
He smiled too, chuckling lightly. "Of course"
"Fun, no clothes included, Haruka time?" she asked again, now sounding excited.
"Definitively" he said, nodding his head. A secretive, mischievous light shinning in his eyes as he smiled down on her.
"Yay!" she exclaimed in a childish, playful manner, though softly and lowly, before capturing his lips with hers.
He returned the kiss, tongues slowly dancing together, before he pulled away. Gifting her one last kiss on the lips and then another one on the tip of her nose, he stood up, getting off the bed and graving the jacket resting on the end of the bed she hadn't noticed before. On the floor, ready and waiting for Seiya, a traveling handbag resting by the bed.
And she guessed the suitcase was probably on the lounge room. He really did thought about all the details for the night before and the morning...
"I ordered you breakfast" he said, as he put his jacket on. "Green tea, oat bran bread, some fruit, and all that healthy stuff you like so much"
She chuckled at his disapproving face expression. He was more the coffee, big fat pancakes, chocolate muffins and maybe even some bacon for breakfast kind of guy. It was a wonder he was in such a great shape, giving the amount of junk food he put into his stomach on a daily basis...
But he did move a lot, dancing and jumping and running all over the place on every single one of his shows. And he was good at pretty much every single sport there was, and always found one way or another to get the guys to play basketball or soccer or football with him. And he had also started to go out running with her in the mornings.
Which, of course, was yet another reason why she knew she'd miss her little alien so much...
"Thanks" she said, smiling to him.
"Can't let you starve" he said, winking. "I'm taking a cab to the airport, so you can take my car"
"Ok" she agreed, nodding her head. But when he finally turned around to leave, she jumped to the edge of the bed. "Wait!" she exclaimed, grabbing his hand and making him turn back around to face her.
Wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him, she kissed him, softly and deeply, enjoying the feeling of him. Breathing him in, loving the feeling of his hands upon his naked skin, caressing her back and waist.
"I'll call you when I land" he offered, smiling softly.
"You better" she warned, in a rather playful tone. But then she smiled again, looking into those midnight blue eyes she loved so much. "I love you"
"I love you too, Haruka" he whispered back, lovingly cupping her face.
They kissed one last time, and then he finally turned around, taking his traveling handbag and stepping out of the bedroom and into the lounge room. She heard the sound of the elevator doors opening up, and she let out a sigh, lazily scratching the back of her head as she got off the bed, searching for a robe or something to put on.
And that's when she saw it. Laying on the floor, next to the forgotten red little riffled dress.
She chuckled, taking it off the floor and putting it on. A mischievous, secretive, highly amused smile coming to her lips as she contemplated her own ass on the mirror.
She wasn't particularly fond of that kind of underwear; she was more the hipster kind of girl. Maybe even briefs. But this one was definitively on the top of the list.
A black, laced thong was now her favorite underwear.
Go figure.
THE END!
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