Miyari fumbled nervously with her key to the apartment door. She could feel Akira's hot breath on the back of her neck. She shivered, and Akira's squeezed her hand, reassuring her. The teeth of the key finally entered into the lock, and she quickly twist her wrist back and forth before pulling the key out. She pushed the door open. She turned around, facing Akira's sweet calm face.
"Well, it's been fun," she grinned.
Akira's face was soft.
"It was wonderful," he offered.
Miyari waited for Izaya to call her into the pit of despair, but his voice never rang out. He probably hadn't come by yet. Akira moved closer to her side, catching her eye. They stood nose to nose. Miyari could feel the teenager's warm breath on her face, and his hand had started to travel to hers.
"Miyari," he whispered. "I really want to kiss you right now."
His voice trembled and sparkled. It sent chills down her spine. These chills were different than the chills Izaya gave her. These made Miyari feel like she could fly. It felt good.
"Would you be upset if I did," Akira asked gently.
His lips grazed hers. Another chill ran throughout Miyari's body. She felt so giddy and excited. It was like she had traveled back to her high school days. Quietly, she pulled the door closed behind her as Akira's lips touched hers softly. Miyari played with the idea of kissing her partner back until there was an ominous wave that swept over her as if someone was watching her. The young dancer decided to ignore the feeling. Her hands carefully moved up Akira's chest, fingers anxious to reach his neck. Akira moved forward, pinning Miyari to the door as his mouth became alive. A creak from inside of the apartment shocked Miyari. She pulled away quickly, turning her eyes at the door as if it would transform into a vicious monster.
"Miyari-san," Akira probed, trying to move in a little closer.
Miyari waved her hand at him, facing the boy once more.
"Sorry, I lost the mood," she said gently. "I'll see you tomorrow for rehearsal."
Akira nodded, almost pouting like a child. Miyari gave him a brief smile before disappearing behind the door. The lock clicked, and the apartment was thrown into darkness. Miyari sighed and wandered around her living space.
"Why do you insist on coming here," she hissed at the dim living room.
Light flickered then came on. Izaya Orihara stood on the other side of the room, peering out of the window. His coat had been discarded, revealing his slim body for Miyari to gaze at. He wasn't defined like Akira, but he was alluring nevertheless.
"You're my 'girlfriend', aren't you," he said warmly. "I should have free range where ever you are."
Miyari groaned.
"You can be such a pain sometimes," she mumbled, pulling a water bottle from the fridge.
Izaya spun around and walked up to her slowly. His eyes narrowed as he smiled seductively. A single finger traveled from Miyari's elbow to her shoulder, leaving a light trail of tingling skin.
"Yet you let me invade you on all fronts," he whistled quietly. "Why are you trying to hide everything when I can see it in plain view?"
Miyari put down the water, turning towards her pursuer.
"I'm just seeing how you'd react if your toy started to play with another kid," she provoked. "I wonder if you'll claw at my body to win me over."
She gently put a hand on Izaya's chest, moving closer to him. The man refused to move, looking intrigued by her movements.
"Would you take me here and now," she whispered, lips inches from his. "Would you turn into a savage beast, hungry for my meat and affection?"
She edged even closer, her mouth nearly brushing Izaya's cheek.
"Would you admit defeat," she breathed. "Or give in to your desires to have me?"
Miyari started to chuckled, pulling back. She strutted to a chair on the other side of her kitchen counter, now laughing.
"It's rather pathetic if you think about it," she mocked. "I used to be scared to know that you'd see my every move, now I enjoy it."
She leaned forward, smiling as if she knew a dirty secret.
"I am thrilled to know you will soon regret you ever laid your lusty eyes on me," she sneered.
Izaya closed his eyes and sighed. He walked slowly over to the counter, moving carefully as if Miyari had placed egg shells everywhere on the floor. The young man stood silently behind his prey, arms on either side of her and hand firmly placed on the countertop. Miyari could feel his chest against her back like a stone wall. His breath was hot and sent shivers down her spine.
"Do all women get this cocky when two men fight over them," he asked playfully.
Miyari laid down on the table, stretching her arms as far forward as they could go. The tiles were cool to her cheek and gave her a sense of invigoration.
"Not necessarily," she replied. "It depends on if they can take both of them."
Izaya raised an eyebrow.
"You think you can take both of us," he asked curiously.
Miyari smiled and sat up a little bit.
"I believe when we're done with this game of tug-of-war, you'll be begging for me to even look at you," she smirked.
Izaya chuckled from behind the young woman.
"I guess I'll have to get ahead in the game," he cooed.
Miyari grinned.
"Struggle, struggle and squirm," she purred under her breath.