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— Intentions —

14# - Awaited Confession
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"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep, because reality is finally better than your dreams."
― Dr. Seuss

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— A. Misaki

TO ANY PERSON'S EAR, perhaps would what he had just said sound damn good and hot, but it only made my heart sink in my chest.

"So, you only want me, and dump me when you're done, right?" I bitterly smiled, pushing him aside to step down from the counter.

He didn't budge an inch, and neither did his gaze waver from mine.

He was solely focused.

Intense.

I didn't want to be too close to him now, afraid to be betrayed by my senses.

"I just feel like that's how it is," I said in a desperate attempt to explain myself.

His hand came to brush a strand of hair behind my ear, before he leant back. "So, your guess is that I am only playing with you?"

I glanced away, disheartened and ashamed that he actually voiced my thought out loud. I didn't want to accuse him of anything after all; the way he lived, the way he acted; they were solely his own business.

"I'm not your kind of girl," I said, my eyes downcast to our feet. "I'm not looking for a one night stand or something like that."

A silence in where he seemed to consider his words unfolded, until he finally replied. "I can't promise to give you what you want."

He pulled my chin up, our gaze crossing, his emerald eyes searching for my soul. "I've never been in a steady relationship, and I never wanted to be..." he voiced. "But that doesn't mean that I'm not willing to try, now."

How could I even trust his words? A gentle smile made its way up his lips, fondness smoothing his features. And that was such a precious feeling, as if he knew everything, and yet never acted on it. Because in the back of my mind, I knew his words were real.

Still frozen in place, I watched him casually stride away to open the kitchen drawer and retrieve the corkscrew I never used, then pull the fridge door open.

"Would you care for some wine?"

He pulled out a renowned bottle of white wine, his eyes twinkling his demand, waiting for my approval. I slowly nodded once, both relieved to put out the conversation and anxious because of him evading the topic. With flawless elegance, he uncorked the bottle and made his way to the sofa in the middle of the living room.

But before sitting down, facing me, he tilted his head on one side.

"Glasses, please?" I could hear his sly grin in the darkness when he spoke, his voice as melodious as always, yet slightly jagged.

Breaking out of my idle state, I quickly grabbed two wine glasses, and circled the sofa to hand them to him. He stood up, pouring the clear liquid in both of them, then slowly put the bottle down on the low table. Taking all his sweet time, I was still waiting with the two glasses in hand when his fingers trailed the back of my hand, purposefully brushing my fingers as he took his glass and sat back down. My skin heated with sensation and I cowardly fell back to the kitchen island, leaning against it.

He surveyed me a little longer while I was nervously sipping the wine, looking in direction of the glazed window showcasing the ethereal city night view.

"Why don't you sit down?" He grinned, his arm tracing the back of the sofa as he relaxed into it.

I redirected my gaze to the window. "I'm fine right here," I replied, more to say anything than admit I felt utterly nervous with what had just happened a moment earlier. I downed my drink in short gulps. I didn't know what had gotten into me, but it must've been his voice; or the way he looked at me. Something even deeper than want, even more than desire; a fire we both wanted to cool down, but still acted as if it were nonexistent.

It could've been his scent; I didn't know, but his proximity totally overwhelmed me lately.

He chuckled at my reply. "You'd be finer, if you were sitting on my lap, though."

My heart beating a mile per second, I wasn't sure if I had really heard what he had just said or if my imagination became somewhat twisted. I hoped for the second option, but I didn't dare try to make him repeat, afraid that my delusion wasn't that deluded after all. So I just stared at him, my expression blank save for a frown, although I felt totally incredulous inside.

On his lap, huh?

Huh...?

Suddenly, his cologne overwhelmed my sense, and startled, I fell back on a stool.

"What are yo..—" I panicked, unaware of how he did to get so close to me this fast.

He grinned. "I'm only refilling your glass since it seems like the wine is to your liking."

Looking down to my initially empty glass in my hand, I noticed that it was now back to fully filled.

"Thank you." I sternly replied, trying to brush my nervous behavior away and get a semblance of confidence and control back. Since when did I ever lost control of myself? Never. And I thought that I'd never lose it.

He sat on the stool next to mine. "You're the most welcome, Misaki."

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— U. Takumi

"So, since when do you own a cat?" I asked, nodding towards the ball of fur recoiled in a corner, near the window.

She eyed me with a strange look, as if wondering why I would suddenly ask about that right now, but she still replied.

"It's been about one and a half year already, when I newly got into this apartment," she sipped some wine, her lips ever so enticing when shinning wet. "I guess I felt lonely right then, and I found him on the street as lonely as I was. So why not keep each other's company?" She turned to me, a little smile playing on her lips. I could only smile appreciatively at her little story. It was simple but adorable.

"It's my turn now," she claimed, her playful tone different from how guarded she was earlier. Alcohol really made her less evasive, and much more bolder.

"I suspect that you are quite the bachelor..." She suspiciously eyed me. It wasn't an question in itself, but I was willing to answer.

I gave her a pointed look. "You could say that, I am not fiancée with anyone or anything yet."

She shrugged with an enigmatic hint of a smile. "How comes? Is it by choice, or?..." She wondered out loud, before she leant on the table, one hand holding her tilted head in place as she stared at me dreamily. Her slanted eyes aimed at me, her pupils dilated; the black stretching on the amber color I came to fancy so much.

"Not really by choice, it's only that I had yet to find the one that could put up with everything I am, I guess."

A glint played in her eyes. She was drinking each of my words, perhaps trying to engrave them in her memories.

"Everything that you are?"

"What I seek, what tempts me, what pleasures me," I clarified. "Especially what pleasures me."

She kept silent, but I could feel her unsated curiosity. Only, she wasn't tipsy enough to endeavor asking any further than what she already did.

"Pleasure doesn't only come from any carnal pursuits," I leant closer to her, and she sat straighter, her hand propped upon the counter resting inches from mine.

I brushed the tip of her fingers. "Understanding; knowing what the other thinks, acts like or feels... I treasure the connection we have." My fingers gently nudged hers, and I threaded my fingers with hers, filling the space all too perfectly. "What the other truly need, rather than pretend to want... Knowing all of these little details without having to ask is something I find thrilling, for instance."

Slowly, very slowly, I brought my lips to her hand; to her dainty fingers and left a kiss on each of her knuckles.

She thoughtlessly slid off her stool seat, standing between it and myself as if she couldn't resist getting closer. Her other hand came to rest on my thigh as she imperceptibly lost her balance when she shifted. I turned her palm up, my lips sliding on her warm palm and riding higher up to the inside of her wrist.

She shivered, the skin there sensitive enough to elicit a small whine when my tongue trailed her porcelain skin.

Standing up, I tugged her in direction of the sofa. "Come?"

She didn't reply, but obligated as she quietly followed me, her hand still holding mine. I sat down before she did, and when she made a move to sit down, I pulled her arm and twirled her so she fell onto my lap. Instead of protesting, she only let out a little sigh, sinking in my arms. The alcohol was obviously taking its toll on her.

Glad to have her in my arms, I could only relish in her, inhaling her sweet scent as my nose brushed her collarbones. I left lingering kisses there, trailing up to her neck, her jaw, to her cheek, until I finally reached her lips.

And met with the corner of her mouth. "You are beautiful."

And she really was, with her amber eyes shining in the dark, and her pouty luscious lips. Her expression. Her fierce pureness. Everything.

Her hand came up to my cheek, to my hair. She lightly pulled me down for another touch of our lips. And another one. My palms were sliding up and down her slender figure, following every curves, down to her hips as I tugged on her lower lip, opening her mouth to hungrily taste her tongue.

Our earlier light pecks became more and more heated, and before I knew it, she was sitting up, straddling me as her fingers were tangled in my tousled hair. And I bet she could feel me as much as I could feel the heat pushing against my hard-on.

"Do you feel that too, sweetheart?" I darkly drawled, my mouth skimming down her neck, across her collarbone and over her supple cleavage. Gripping her nape with one hand, I could feel her pulse flutter against my fingertips.

"Yes," she finally answered in an all breathy whisper. "I can feel you," she repeated, slowly but suggestively, grinding her hips against my hard arousal. I caught her hips to still the movement but the friction made it so hard to carry on.

"Steady, beautiful." She didn't stop though, and when she let a ragged moan escape her lips against my ear, something snapped inside of me.

It had been so long that I couldn't even think straight. My head was in a haze I never wanted to get out of. And before I could realize, words flowed out of my mouth in a low voice.

"Get up on your knees, Misaki."

Unusually obedient, she rose up, unsteady and wobbling. Her hands came to grip on my shoulders, and she towered over me, the expression on her face flustered but so fucking sexy.

"Good girl, now breathe," I drawled, my breathing calm whereas hers came out ragged and inconsistent.

She took a deep breath, and tried to even out the rhythm. But it all was in vain when my fingertips brushed her thighs, right below the hem of her pencil skirt. Her breath hitched with apprehension.

I was definitely so fucking hard.

She whimpered when my fingers reached higher, hiking her skirt up on one side and reaching her panty. And when I teased her, playing with the elastic, sliding it up and down, she quivered against me, her arms circling my head as her breast pushed against one side of my face. Her fingers were threaded in my hair, pulling my hair and tightly gripping it, it must've hurt. But I didn't mind. I only relished in the pain she was making me undergo as I lightly touched her damp panty, feeling her wetness.

A soft touch, only enough to tease, but not to sate.

She writhed under my touch when I slid a finger under the wet fabric. She was all soaked and hot, my finger all slick when I pulled it out.

So wet for me.

"Nnh... Usui, no..." She said unconvincingly, as if not knowing whether she was mourning the loss of my fingers or rather wanted to stop.

"Usui?" I whispered. "If you call me by my name, I might..." I slowly said, my finger lightly nudging her mouth.

"Open up," I coaxed, as her juice were making her lips glisten in the dark. She obeyed, shyly tasting herself with her tongue. Unconsciously, she was suckling on my finger and slowly bobbed her head to get it deeper inside. I could so badly picture her suckling something other than my finger. She continued for a bit more, a slight groan rumbling within her mouth when I thrust in another finger.

If only those weren't my fingers...

"Ta... Takumi?" She messily voiced when I slipped my fingers out of her pink rosy lips, urging her wet and hot mouth into another lewd kiss. I shoved my tongue inside of her, provocatively plunging it in and out of her luscious mouth, making her all breathless and needy. All the while fucking her mouth with my tongue, my hand came to yank her panty down, and I plunged my finger all the way into her core. She broke the kiss, and gasped into my ear, trying to get the control back of her breathing.

Wanting to soothe her a bit, I started to move inside with a slow rhythm, pulling in and out of her. My other hand came to brush her head as she kept struggling into my neck, trying to muffle the sound by biting it bloody.

No way I was having that bullshit though. I wanted to hear her scream my name just the same as she would when I'd fill her up.

So deep. And full.

Of me.

Two fingers inside of her and she squirmed, bit a moan back— but I wasn't having that. I plunged my fingers faster and deeper, her juice trickling down my hand. My thumb came to rub on her clit, and she shuddered as she cried my name in a throaty voice.

"More please..." She begged, her hands yanking on my hair. I slowed down, feeling her close to the edge, that edge that led to a high she was longing for. She let out a desperate whine when she felt me slow down, each of my stroke more controlled than ever.

Anything to make her mine.

"Takumi, please..." She called out, grinding her hips to pursue the yet so close but so far climax. I prodded her clit a little harder, making her feel enough to only want more as my finger stopped moving inside of her. "Please, please... Takumi..."

"No matter how bad I want you to, I shouldn't... Not when you have this," I said, the hand on her neck now showing her the silver ring I retrieved earlier.

Silence swallowed the unlit room, and I was about to coax her further into it when a murmur stopped me.

"I'm yours..." She shakily exhaled. "Only yours."

"Then... What is this?" I asked, my fingers toying with the ring. I placed it between my teeth and fell back on the sofa, my other hand still lazily playing with her sweet spot.

She swallowed. It was always embarrassing, having your lies cornered. But shredding them to light was even worse.

"It's... It's nothing." Her finger nudged the ring off my lips, and she set it on the seat next to us.

"Nothing?" My voice was coated in sweet irony. I roughly resumed stroking her pussy with my fingers. "How could this be nothing, when you are mine alone?"

Her head fell back as she let out a sweet mewl. "God, Takumi..."

"Answer me, Misaki." A growl. Both a warning and a promise.

"It's nobody," she revealed. "It's fake," she managed further. "You were the only one, all along."

Her words were fuelling the fire burning inside of me. A slow and painful high that couldn't be sated.

Yet.

It had never been enough to make her reach her peak, but it always was so near she could taste it on her lips, but couldn't bite right into it. But now she would.

"Well said, sweetness." I drawled, before suddenly pushing her down into the sofa. Seizing her slender legs, I hooked them on top of my shoulders and kissed the inside of her thighs.

"Wh... What are you doing?" She urged, alarmed. She was about to sit up when I unleashed my tongue on her, savoring her sweet taste. She buckled into my mouth at the first touch.

"Giving you what you need, what you deserve, sweetheart." My gaze dared her to sit up, and she only gulped, her eyes locked with mines as she was propped on her elbow. I gave her this ferocious look as I ate her, lapping on her juice, and she shivered. My fingers came to thrust into her again all the while I tasted her, and she quickly tensed, her body high strung with pleasure.

My voice all gruff with arousal, I warned her. "Remember what you've just said." The strokes only got harder and rougher, and she loved that, squirming under my hands. "You're mine, Misaki."

"God," she moaned. "Only yours."

I kept going, gradually rubbing her inside faster, hitting her every sweet spot until she cried and begged me to stop and never stop all at once. When she stood on the very edge, I nipped on her clit and she called out my name in one of the sweetest voice I was afraid to come right here with her. Not removing my fingers inside of her, I kept sliding them in, pushing them to the deepest part of her as her inside squeezed them tight, not wanting to let them go.

Coming down of her high, I slowly slipped them out, tasting her as I licked my fingers clean. Her watery eyes stopped on that gesture, and she took a sharp inhale, before stretching her arms to me, wanting me to hold her.

I gave in, and crawled into the sofa, cradling her into my arms. She laid on top of my chest, and left a sweet little kiss on my lips before she clung closer to me, and embracing my warmth, fell asleep out of exhaustion.

When her breathing evened out, I softly brushed damp strands of hair on her face and sighed.

I fancied that women much, much more than what I initially thought I would.

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Author's note:

Ughh... I had to rewrite this chapter thrice; I have never been so unsure of the plotline and unsatisfied of the whole chapter.
But now, it feels much better, thanks for the wait!

Thanks for all the reviews people, you are amazingly supportive =) !

PS : To answer questions:

I really try to update once a week, but it happens that I suddenly get busy with life and all, so yeah :( ...