Disclaimer: FoR belongs to Anzai-sama. Not me. 'Can't Get Enough of You Baby' is by The Colourfields.
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WARNING: This does contain adult themes although I edited out the explicit parts. If you want to read the full version, it can be found on my Yahoo Group TOFUU FLAVORED LEMON. The link is in my author profile page.
Chapter Eleven: Can't Get Enough of You Baby
Tokiya clapped reservedly, an appreciative expression on his face, a direct contrast to the purple haired onna beside who clapped and hooted like she was at a rave party as the children (four boys and three girls) sang the last notes of The Beatles' 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds'.
"That was so awesome!" Fuuko said enthusiastically, addressing the kids, her hands seemingly unable to stop themselves from clapping. She jumped up from the three legged stool she'd occupied for the last fifteen minutes and went to give each of the child performers a tight embrace. Tokiya was not shocked to see the comfort with which children interacted with her, even when they were teens she'd always been good with kids.
Tokiya stood up as well but stood a little away from the group, not sure how he was expected to act around them. He had never been comfortable around children, even when he was a child himself. He grew up with only his sister as a friend and after that in a secluded dojo with the man who taught him swordsmanship. His fist clenched out of instinct at the reminder, not even in memory can he utter the man's name or call him his sensei.
"Mi-chan?"
Tokiya broke out of his morbid thoughts at the gentle sound of Fuuko's voice. When he looked up a bright smile that he'd secretly admired ever since they were teens graced her face. She waved him over. His eyes grew wide at the implication and gave a jittery shake of his head.
"Come on, they're not going to bite you!" she teased. Then she faced the group of kids who were all looking at him expectantly, much to his chagrin, and said, "You have to forgive him, he's horribly repressed."
He doubted that any of them understood what exactly she was saying but it didn't stop him from getting embarrassed, his girlfriend was the poster girl for tactless. She continued to stare at him imploringly until he felt he had no choice but to follow. As soon as he was within a foot of her she reached out for his hand and pulled him to her side, placing an arm around his waist and guided his around her own.
"Drum roll please," Fuuko signaled to a bespectacled kid and he began to drum on his protruding stomach. "Sassy Satomi on drums," she pointed to a pale girl about eleven with straight edged bangs that covered her eyes, "Kick ass Kitaro on bass," a stoic boy of about thirteen who he noticed has an odd flower shaped scar on his left cheek nodded at him, "Ingenious Iwano on keyboards," a boy who must've had an early growth spurt, almost as tall as Fuuko, smiled politely and adjusted the thick black rimmed glasses on his nose, "Rockin' Ryuichi on guitars," Tokiya noticed it was the same kid who did the impromptu drum roll earlier, and for such a short stop he could sure rock that guitar, although he was kind of too young to be wearing skinny jeans, wasn't he? "Charming chanteuses Chiaki and Chieko on back up vocals, they're twins by the way," the two girls with matching side parted hair and pink sun dresses curtsied with such precise timing that it kind of freaked Tokiya out, "and finally the Explosive Eisen on lead vocals and guitar," the final member of the band bowed courteously.
Tokiya gave them a tiny wave, feeling rather self conscious before addressing Fuuko. "You're just bursting with alliterations today, aren't you?" he joshed.
"Dude, it took me three days to come up with that," she confessed shamelessly.
"Shocking," he deadpanned. Tokiya held in a grimace as Fuuko punched him in the arm, not wanting to look wimpy in front of the kids; it's not like they knew just how strong his girlfriend was. "You were all very talented, I'm sure you'll do very well at the concert," he addressed them congenially, hoping that the slight shake in his voice wasn't too obvious. They were all staring at him with those huge kid eyes and it was unnerving him.
"Mister, is that your natural hair color?" one of the twins, Cheesepuff or something, asked Tokiya all of a sudden.
"Are you wearing hair extensions? 'Cause I seriously doubt you can grow your hair that long," the other twin, Cheetos, interjected before he could answer.
"Who cares? It looks cool," the kid who played the guitar said, giving him an appreciative glance. Alright, that was kind of disturbing.
"Psh, long hair is so gay," the lead singer said, sounding very much like the leader of his pack of rugrats.
"Does that mean you're gay, Mister?" the shy voice of the drummer spoke.
"I'M NOT GAY!"
Everyone was suddenly shocked into silence that lasted longer than Tokiya wanted until finally little Satomi dropped her drumsticks on the floor; a welcome distraction. Okay, so that came out a little too strongly than Tokiya expected.
"Er, I'm sorry, I'm just, not gay. Nor do I have hair extensions. And this is my natural hair color," he said sheepishly.
"Gee, mister, keep your pants on," lead singer kid said.
"Or not," the keyboardist followed up, batting his eyelashes at the Ensui wielder. Alright, that kid was seriously creeping him out.
The bassist typically never said a word.
Fuuko at that moment decided to lend a hand. Perhaps the fact that his usually pale skin was now a bright shade of red clued her in on his absolute helplessness. "Hey, why don't you guys head on over to the kitchen, I brought cupcakes," she told them. Everyone immediately scuttled out of the room. The girls gave him a shy wave, the boys mostly ignored him with the exception of the guitarist who gave him a wink. Tokiya shuddered.
"So maybe introducing you to the kids wasn't exactly a good idea," she said, her way of an apology.
"Gee, ya think?" he answered sardonically.
"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad," she tried to amend, rubbing his arms to calm his frazzled nerves.
"That little boy winked at me," he said, involuntarily shuddering once more.
Fuuko snorted. "I'm sure he just had something in his eye…like the vision of your perfection," and then she laughed. Loud.
"It's not funny. Stop laughing at my pain," he warned.
"The girls were pretty fond of you," she countered in an attempt to calm him.
"They thought I had weird hair," he said.
"They were just curious."
"Children are vicious. Aren't they like twelve?" He crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly and pouted.
"Well, these kids are a bit rougher, they've been living on the streets most of their lives," she explained.
"Bah."
"You have to admit though, they were really good," she said, drawing closer to him. That calmed him down; her scent and presence always calmed him down.
"Yes, music wise they are really talented. I'm just terrible with kids; that's why I'll never have them," he said offhandedly not noticing the way Fuuko stiffened up at his words.
"Don't speak so soon," she tried to say nonchalantly, her arms dropping to her sides.
"Children and I just don't mix, it's one thing my minds set on," he insisted, completely oblivious to the Fuuko's suddenly somber mood.
Fuuko tried not to look so disappointed. She had always known that he didn't like children, but she figured he wouldn't mind them if they were his own. She'd never been privy to Tokiya's plans for the future, or lack thereof, there was never a need to discuss it. It never really directly affected her. But once again she banished away the thoughts, she shouldn't be thinking too far ahead into the relationship. Their relationship was fresh and minds changed. She hoped.
"Let's not speak of it anymore, it's absolutely pointless. Weren't you going to discuss the plans for the benefit concert with Maina-san?" he said, cutting into her thoughts.
"Yeah, of course. Come on, let's go to her office," she said lowly as she grabbed Tokiya's hand and with a plastered smile on her face.
"No. Just no."
Tokiya sent an innocently naughty smile her way. "Why not?"
"We are not seeing this movie. You know of my deep hatred for Dane Cook. Seriously, the guy is like obnoxious and horrifically unfunny," she said, glaring at the poster of Jessica Alba holding a dripping cone of vanilla ice cream. She was convinced it had some sort of subliminal sexual message.
Tokiya slid an arm around her waist and kissed her temple. "Well if it turns out to be horrible, then I'm sure we can find something else to occupy ourselves with."
That's when Fuuko got with the program. "Oh Kami, Tokiya. We aren't twelve, I don't just go into a movie house to make out."
"You made out in movie houses when you were twelve?"
"No!"
"That's what you said."
"Oh shut up. The point is, I'm a grown up, so when I go to see a movie, I actually go to see a movie," she said snootily and tried to resist snapping her neck at him because that's just silly.
Tokiya just pouted unaffectedly. "You're ruining my fun."
"And you're ruining the date," Fuuko bit back. Honestly, he was pissing her off, she didn't want their first date to basically be a PG-13 version of what they did in the bedroom. And knowing how extremely horny her boyfriend was, he was going to find ways to push it to NC-17.
Tokiya straightened up at the tone of her voice. While he honestly was looking forward to stolen kisses in the dark (and he's pretty sure she's very well aware of his secret penchant for public make out sessions) he figured this was important to her. "Alright love, you pick the movie."
Fuuko couldn't help the small smile on her face, knowing that if she were any other girl he wouldn't have given in so easily, but the fact that she can pretty much circumvent his ego makes her feel very special. "How about 'I Am Legend'," she suggested, "I heard it got great reviews."
"I also heard it was depressing," he said with a slight frown. He may not be the most romantic person in the world but he was pretty sure a movie involving the demise of the earth's population wasn't exactly date material.
Fuuko sighed, "Atonement?"
"Romantic period piece? Are you kidding me?"
"The Golden Compass?"
"I'm not eight."
"Blond Ambition?"
"I'm not retarded."
"Sweeney Todd?"
"I'm not going to sit through two hours of you swooning over Johnny Depp."
Fuuko had to restrain herself from bonking his head. She had forgotten how extremely difficult he could be. She looked over his shoulder at the program board and looked at the last title on the list.
With a resigned groan she said, "Alvin and the Chipmunks?"
His face brightened. "Oh cool, I loved Alvin, and Simon was my favourite of course, used to watch it on TV on Saturday mornings." Without waiting for her consent he practically dragged her to the ticket booth and got two movie passes for 'Alvin and the Chipmunks' almost giddily. Fuuko could only shake her head. It still amazes her that after knowing him for more than half her life she still cannot predict what goes on his mind. But she liked it just the same.
As the credits rolled up Fuuko had come to a conclusion. She did not love the Chipmunks. They were strange and their chipmunk-y voice annoyed her to no end. American cartoons are strange, strange things. But she couldn't help but be content because while she absolutely hated the movie, she also absolutely loved the omnipresent smile that graced his face and a look that she never thought she'd see in his eyes, innocence.
They walked towards his car, holding hands, in a leisurely pace. The sidewalk was now almost bare of pedestrians save for the few couples who also caught the last full screening of the movie that just ended.
"I thought you weren't eight," she teased.
Tokiya just shrugged seemingly unable to wipe the grin on his face. "I didn't exactly enjoy the movie…just felt nice watching it."
"Hmm?" she urged him to continue.
"My sister watched it with me religiously, every Saturday morning at eight. It's the only time of the week she'd let me eat in front of the television. I think she had a bit of a crush on Jim, it's weird, isn't it?" he said. She wasn't sure if he offered it as an explanation or just one of those random glimpses into his life but it made her understand why for one and a half hours he looked like someone who had never witnessed death.
Fuuko squeezed his hand and nodded. It wasn't because she didn't know how to respond, it was because he didn't need one. He just needed her to hear.
As they reached his car, he opened the door for her like a gentleman, something he doesn't normally do and she couldn't help but blush a bit by the gesture. When Tokiya felt like it, he can be a real charmer, she knew of extravagant things he did for ex-girlfriends, horse carriage rides at night, dinner at the Hyatt, expensive jewelry, shopping trips at Ginza, things that women normally fall for. Not that she was above that; she wasn't going to act like the kettle to the pot, because seriously, what woman didn't like jewelry? But it was the little things he did that made her heart skip a beat. Like when he gives her a foot massage after walking on four inch heels on a twelve hour work day, or when he puts a blanket around her when she falls asleep on the couch, too tired to go to bed, or when he happens to "pass by" that one obscure dim sum shop Asakusa and brings home her favorite shrimp dumpling and taro cake, or when he takes the remote control from her hand and turns off the TV because he thought her eyes were tired…
"Penny for your thoughts?" she heard him ask softly. It didn't occur to her that he had started the car and was now driving down a rather empty road.
"Just thinking," she said.
"About me perhaps?" he said with a cocky smile.
And just to throw him off, she answered the truth. "Yes."
But then he said something that she never expected. "Good."
She chuckled at that. Still an arrogant bastard. "I thought we were going to dinner," she asked, noticing that they were traversing unpaved roads outside the center of town.
"We are," he answered coolly.
"Where exactly?" she asked curiously.
"You'll see when we get there," he said with a roguish wink as he reached over to lightly pinch her cheek.
She pouted. "I thought you didn't have anything planned."
"I lied," he said cheekily. He grabbed her hand and molded it over the round handle of the stick shift and wrapped his hand over hers. When she tried to pull her hand away he just held it tighter and merely gave her an infuriatingly ambiguous grin at her questioning look.
Fuuko kept badgering him into telling her where they were really going but he just kept that furtive grin on his face and squeezed her hand over the stick shift until she finally gave up and decided to close her eyes for a minute or two. She was kind of tired…
"Baby, wake up," Tokiya whispered softly to the napping Fuuko.
Fuuko's eyes fluttered open seemingly dazed as if she had forgotten where she was exactly. "Mi-chan?"
"We're here." And without further adieu he stepped out of the car. In a quick second the door to her side opened with Tokiya offering his hand to help her out. Fuuko fumbled a bit with her seatbelt before holding onto the hand waiting for her patiently.
As soon as she was out, Fuuko absorbed their surroundings. She knew this place, it was a posh beach strip lined up with privately owned ocean front houses about an hour away from their hometown. It was overly crowded in the morning, the beach being a public area but at night it was a practical ghost town. The houses were all privately owned and only used by their rich and privileged owners in the summer, and it definitely wasn't summer.
She looked at the house the car was currently parked in front of. She couldn't see much of the architectural structure from this side; after all they were parked in the back of the house. She just knew it was painted in beautiful toucan blue.
Tokiya meanwhile was busy unloading two duffel bags and an icebox from the trunk of his car. He walked up to her and handed her an overnight bag she recognized was hers. "I packed for you," he explained. Fuuko couldn't help but smirk; she had a rough idea of what kind of clothes he packed for her.
"Whose house is this?" she asked as he led her towards the wooden staircase leading to the backdoor.
"Fujikawa-sama's. He lets his employees use his beach house for vacation and when I called him and told him I planned a little outing with you he immediately sent his caretaker over to give me the keys," he said as he fitted the key into the keyhole.
"That's nice of him," she said.
"You know he loves you," he said fondly. His boss does love her, and he can't blame him, Fuuko can be unbelievably charming when she wants to be.
"Does that mean you told him about us?" she asked flippantly.
Tokiya chuckled as he finally opened the door and pulled her to a darkened kitchen. "Fuuko, everyone at my office already thinks we're together."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I think it had something to do with us drunkenly making out at the office Christmas party three years ago. I didn't have the patience to set anyone straight," he said. The truth was he didn't want anyone at his work thinking she was a floozy for being so intimate with someone she wasn't involved with. They understood their arrangement perfectly at that point but it didn't mean his conservative accountant colleagues would.
"Oh yeah, good times," she said with a nostalgic smirk on her face.
Tokiya placed the icebox on the black marble kitchen countertop before taking the overnight bag from her and walking toward one of the rooms, she figured a bedroom. When he came out he wordlessly took her hand and led her towards the front deck with the moonlight guiding him. He slid the opaque glass panel door giving Fuuko the perfect view of the ocean, tides slapping wildly on the wet sand. The moon glowed orange above them. And then she noticed the small round table covered in white linen and two chairs sitting beside each other. While she was marveling at the view of the beach, Tokiya had lit two candles that stood on each side of a small vase of lilies. Soft music flowed out of the small boom box on the floor; she recognized it as one coming from her personal CD collection, he wasn't one for R&B music but she was certain that were Kenny Lattimore and Chante Moore crooning 'Loveable'. So this was what it was like to be Mikagami Tokiya's girlfriend, she thought to herself. He grinned at the way she smiled so girlishly and guided her to sit on a chair. His hands massaged her shoulders gently before he leaned down and kissed her cheek lovingly.
"Just sit and relax while I go prepare dinner," he whispered in her ear before gently biting the soft muscle of her earlobe, as if a small reminder of just how much he wanted her.
When Tokiya disappeared inside the house, Fuuko busied herself by fiddling with the flatware set neatly on the table. After she got bored of blowing on her spoon and watching the fog of her breath obscure her reflection more, she plucked a stem of lily from the vase and sniffed. Lilies, he remembered her favorite flowers. Yeah, someone's getting lucky tonight. She snickered to herself, man she was easy. But then again, she loved Tokiya, she doubted she'd be so please over something so small if it were anyone else.
At that moment Tokiya emerged from the house balancing two plates on one arm like an expert waiter and a bottle of wine on the other. He settled the wine on the ice bucket and set the plates in front of them. He fixed the napkin on her lap before attending to his own, as if determined to not let her do anything tonight.
"That was pretty quick," she said, staring at the sumptuous slab of beef in front of her, decorated in steak sauce and rosemary. She doubted he made this in ten minutes.
"Well, your Mom actually packed us dinner. Although I did utilize the microwave rather expertly," he said as he sliced her steak for her. He held her fork to her mouth, a silent request for her to open up, "Eat up baby, you're going to need lots of protein for what I have planned for you for tonight."
Fuuko closed her mouth over the fork, making sure to seal her lips tightly around the cool metal before slowly letting it slide out of her mouth. She daintily chewed the tasty meat and licked the lingering steak sauce around her lips. She almost laughed out loud at the studious way Tokiya stared at her lips. "Pervert," she teased.
"Only for you," he easily returned.
She had to laugh at that. "That's just cheesy."
"True. But you can't deny it turns you on." And as if to prove it he casually cupped her left breast and flicked his thumb against the hard nipple straining against her cashmere sweater. She couldn't help the tiny whimper in her throat and then the bastard went and took away his hand.
"Tease," she whined.
"All in good time, Fuuko," he said and turned to his own plate. They continued to eat in silence except for the occasional compliment on Mrs. Kirisawa's cooking or Fuuko joshing Tokiya about his microwaving abilities.
When they finished dinner, Tokiya opened the bottle of merlot and poured them a glass. They just sat back and talked about their lives. She animatedly told him about her latest project and little anecdotes about the kids he had met earlier, apparently Ryuichi was one snotty little diva who either has a devastating crush on Satomi the drummer or just jealous of her prettiness. He told her about his adventures with Domon (that one time they got kicked out of a strip joint because apparently the gorilla can't read and did not see the 'No Touching the Strippers' neon signs plastered on every corner) and how he almost made Ganko's new boytoy pee in his pants. She laughed boisterously and he just looked pensive all the time although there was always that amused twinkle in his eyes. They talked just like they were back in their Tokyo loft on a Friday night. And though neither voiced their thoughts, both could not help but be relieved that the transition from friends with benefits to boyfriend and girlfriend was just so easy. Maybe because subconsciously they've always acted like they were, they just refused to name their relationship and hid for so long behind the curtain of friendship.
Tokiya noticed that the CD player started 'You're All I Need to Get By' for the third time and glanced at his watch. They had been talking for roughly two hours already and he noticed that Fuuko's head was lolling a bit to the side. He reached for her hand and kissed her finger tips. "Why don't we change into something more comfortable and then we can have dessert by the fireplace?" he suggested coolly.
"That's a good idea," she said.
Placing their goblets on the table, the two stood up and went back inside. He pulled her towards the bedroom where he left their overnight bags.
"The bathroom's right through that door if you want to freshen up a bit," he told her as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
"I think I want to take a shower," she said as she studied the contents of her overnight bag. Surprise, surprise, lots of lingerie. Not just lingerie, it was 'Lingerie Tokiya liked to see Fuuko in.' She pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow his way and he only grinned back.
"I personally prefer the red see-through teddy and matching thong," he said. She threw a brush at him. "Just a suggestion!"
"I'll be in the shower," she said curtly. Tokiya figured it wasn't a good idea to ask her if she needed company. Besides, they had lots of time for that.
Tokiya had stripped down to his navy blue boxer briefs when he heard the shower running and figured that was his cue to start preparing dessert. He probably had about half an hour to prepare everything. He first went to the linen closet and took out a couple of pillows, a comforter and a brand new set of linen and futon he'd ask the caretaker to purchase earlier. He wasn't about to take her on some stranger's bed, much less his boss', that was just weird. He set up the make shift bed in front of the fireplace before getting to the kitchen. He took out strawberries and whip cream from inside the ice box. He decided strawberry parfait for dessert, which was easy enough to make.
Meanwhile Fuuko was finishing up on her bath. She decided on wearing a purple camisole with black lace trimmings and matching bikini panties. No matter how sexy they looked, she would never wear thongs for any purpose other than avoiding visible panty lines. They rode like a bitch. The camisole set was actually from Tokiya. He gave it to her as his birthday present for himself. She snorted, at least he owned up to that.
After she finished drying her hair she went out to the living area. Fuuko found Tokiya lounging on a bed of pillows and blankets wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, the fireplace blazing heatedly behind him. The man looked like a catalog for sex. He patted the space beside him and smirked saucily at her in invitation.
Fuuko lay down on her side and propped her head up on her elbows as he shamelessly admired her attire.
"I love this on you," he said as he fingered the laced edges of her camisole.
"I'm sure. What's for dessert?"
"I made strawberry parfait."
Tokiya retrieved a single parfait glass from behind him filled to the brim with whip cream and cut up strawberries. He dipped a spoon into the confection and served her a healthy bite. They fed each other the sweet treat mingled with sweet kisses until only half a piece of strawberry drowning in whip cream was left. He scooped it up with the tiny spoon, purposefully letting it overflow with the white cream and fed it to her open mouth. She chewed and excess cream gathered on the side of her lips, dripping down her chin. Kami, what that sight reminded him of. Before she could brush it away with her tongue he'd attacked her mouth, licking away the whip cream on her lips before going after the sweetness inside her mouth. As the airy texture of strawberry was exhausted between them, they were left with nothing more than each others taste and Tokiya would have it no other way.
Tokiya placed the parfait glass haphazardly on the floor, never breaking the kiss save for a second of breath, so his hands could be free to push her down the futon and wander through the curves of her body.
"Mi-chan," she groaned breathily as his lips trailed down her neck and his tongue laved the dip of her throat.
"Fuck, never thought I'd love that nickname so much," he whispered as he felt his member twitch against her leg.
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Fuuko lay down on the sea of pillows, her hair settling wildly around her. She spread her creamy stems wide, allowing Tokiya to settle his hips between them. He watched the flickers of firelight sketch shadows on her face, giving him a slideshow of every feature he'd learned to adore over the years. Her button nose, her strong jaw, her pouty lips, her cheeks that remained chubby no matter how thing she got and her coffee brown eyes that had seen so much pain yet remains so faithful. She wasn't a traditionally beautiful woman, not by a long shot, but in his eyes, there was only her and that was what mattered.
He cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her leisurely, enjoying the innocent way their lips touched. "There are so many things I want to say to you right now…"
"But you're not ready. It's okay Mi-chan, I can wait," Fuuko supplied.
He kissed her again with so much intensity, trying to communicate with his lips what he couldn't say in words. Soon, Fuuko, soon I'll give you everything you deserve to have.
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He collapsed on top of her feeling absolutely boneless, sweaty head pillowed on her breasts. He didn't think he'd have the energy to stand up for days.
"Wow, Mi-chan, that was…" Fuuko tried to search for the words in her still dazed mind.
"Different," he said as he placed sweet kisses on the swell of her breasts. "I didn't think it would be. I had no idea, Fuuko, how different it would feel knowing that you're mine and I'm yours."
She smiled at his words. "Are you really mine?"
"For as long as you'll have me," he promised her.
To be continued...
End Notes: Whew. So, next chapter would include the concert and a couple of other things. I love these two so much. I'm half tempted to just skip the angst and have them live happily ever after but then it would destroy the plot I've had envisioned in my head. So please I hope you guys stick with me. Also, songs mentioned in this chapter were taken from Kenny Lattimore and Chante Moore's album "Things that Lovers Do"
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