Chapter 37
The scene needed to be retaken; however, not the stunt. Only the lines had to be reshot much to Setsu and Kyoko's relief. The film continued on without any further problems, and Kyoko was able to be Setsu without any problems. After everything, she felt a little foolish making such a big deal about the whole thing. Adding to the fact that she let her little secret slip, well that furthered her embarrassment. Cain didn't step out of character and ask about it, even in private, but they held hands or kept in contact with each other every chance they got. Both were for different reasons though, Setsu would want to keep touching Cain as a comfort of his wellbeing. Okay, Kyoko wanted to confirm it as well. Kuon was doing it so she wouldn't run away. He was eager to go home or to the hotel room. He wasn't going to let her escape, not tonight, not ever.
The moment they left the studio, Kuon dropped character. He held her hand and hailed a cab almost standing in the middle of the street to make one stop. He pulled Setsu into the cab and told the cabbie where to go. The next second later, he turned a brilliant smile towards her and leaned in to kiss her.
"Nii-san, what are you doing?" Setsu said with a little giggle as she held her hand in front of his face blocking his lips from any part of her. The driver looked at his rearview mirror with a very disturbed scowl on his face but kept driving. Neither of the two noticed as Kyoko was trying to stay hidden by keeping in character, and Kuon pouted disappointed.
Kuon withdrew. They were in public, and Kyoko didn't seem to like it when Hikaru tried to kiss her in public. Whether he liked it or not, Kuon couldn't help but pay attention to how she acted around him. How she laughed and smiled, and how she turned away from his hugs and kisses. He loved those reactions, but he wondered if they continued in private. He stayed silent in the ride over, but kept his hand weaved with hers, his thumb rubbing her skin absentmindedly.
As soon as the cab stopped at the hotel, Kuon gave the cabbie way too much money and pulled her out and into the hotel.
"Cain, wait," she whined as they headed to the elevator. He turned to her waiting. "I'm hungry," she told him.
"We'll order something upstairs," he told her and started forward again. Setsu was not having it.
"I want to eat out," she demanded halting their progress. Kuon sighed. He turned, closed their distance and whispered to her, "Let's drop character and then we can go out and eat, okay? Please?"
But that would defeat the purpose, Kyoko thought. She didn't want to go upstairs. Didn't want to see Kuon. She wanted to stay as Setsu and Cain, safe and away from the things she said in his dressing room. If she went up to that room, if she met Kuon again, it would be all over. She wouldn't be able to stop herself from completely loving him and her fragile heart would once again be in someone else's hands.
"I would want to take a shower if I changed, and it's late so it would make sense to dress to go to sleep, not to go out and eat. Let's eat like this," she said in a childish plea.
"Kyoko, please don't do this. Come upstairs where we can talk. You can't hide behind your characters forever," Kuon told her making her look down defeated. He took her into the elevator where they were alone. He wanted to kiss her again, his body hummed with the need, but he waited patiently. He tried to appease his body by keeping his hand on her shoulder, his thumb running up and down her neck beneath her long blonde hair.
Kyoko was having trouble breathing past her heart. He stayed so close to her, his hand never let her go, whether it be her hand, arm, shoulder, or waist. He always held her as if afraid she would disappear the moment he stopped. Perhaps she would. She wanted to, because his touches were making her delirious. The idle caresses were sending shivers down her skin, the warmth from his body and hand heated her entire body up, and she doubt that she could fight off his kisses for much longer.
In fact, the moment the door to their hotel room closed, Kuon pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She fought him, her hands shoving at his shoulders and her feet planting against the wall to help her push away from him. He did not relent. His arms wrapped around her, tightening as his lips worked hers to move. He bent down slightly, moved his right arm under her butt and picked her up making her yelp. He took advantage of her parted lips and slipped the tip of his tongue to hers making her groan. With no leverage, Kyoko was forced to use her hands alone. They sank into his hair with the intent to pull back but got lost in the feel of him. Her mouth opened wider without her consent, and she started licking his lips and playing with his tongue.
With her hands around his head, Kuon let his left hand glide down her back to her right thigh. He hitched her higher against him and encouraged her legs to wrap around his waist. She moved with him without objection, bringing a soft moan from his throat. He walked towards the bed, the first one he found and gently laid down over her. Their kiss broke from the action, but he didn't want to stop kissing her. He ran his lips over her jaw to her neck as his hands slipped from underneath her to her side.
"Wait," Kyoko breathed softly. "No, stop," she whispered unbelievably. His hand ran up the sides of her body making her squirm beneath him. A sharp gasp burst from her lips as his mouth licked her collarbone. She felt his fingers run through the wig, but she didn't know what he was doing until he pulled it free from her head. Kuon tossed the costume to the floor and started massaging his fingers through her auburn hair, loosening it up. He pulled back to look at her, to look at Kyoko. She blinked hazy grey eyes up at him instead of molten gold ones. It wasn't quite the same, but it was still her.
As Kuon looked down at her, Kyoko started to regain consciousness. She found herself beneath Japan's most wanted man with her hands on his chest, his hands in her hair and her thighs spread wide for his body to slip between her. She blushed scarlet red and started to push away. Her feet dug into the mattress, and she pushed up, making her core brush against his belt buckle, bringing a very sexy moan from her lips. Lighting ran through her body at the sensation, and she was temporarily stunned by the unexpected pleasure.
"Kyoko," he whispered softly bringing her attention to him. "I've waited so long for this," he breathed against her chest, his hands doing ridiculously wonderful things to her skin.
"For what?" she said panicked.
"For this, for you and me, for us," he simplified. While he meant love in general, she thought he was talking about making love.
Kyoko shook her head. "No, I can't," she almost shouted and pushed away from him. "I can't," she repeated and this time she was able to worm free. She twisted around and sat at the edge of the bed.
"Why? Why are you fighting this?" He asked confused and desperate. He crawled over to her and forced her to turn back towards him, taking her chin to make her meet his face. "I love you, and you love me, or was that a ploy to try and get me out of doing the stunt?" His voice was dark, and edging towards hurt.
She quickly shook her head and closed her eyes. Her eyes felt enflamed from all her crying, but she felt those tears trying to make a comeback. She felt his hand move up her cheek and felt his breath against her lips.
"Do you love me?" he asked softly. She didn't move, didn't speak, but stayed shivering in his arms.
"Tell me, Kyoko, or do you want me to say it again?" She could feel him move, his breathing moving from her lips to her cheek and finally to her ear. "It's my last secret," he whispered. "After this, you'll know everything about me, my past, my hopes and dreams, my desires," his hand ran down the curve of her back making her arch against him in pleasure. He pressed a soft kiss behind her ear and whispered, "I love you, Mogami Kyoko. I've loved you for so very long." He pressed another kiss below her ear and pulled her tightly against him. "Please, tell me you feel the same."
"Kuon, I can...hmmm."
He didn't let her finish, stealing her words with his lips. She told him she couldn't resist his kisses, and he fully intended to steal her heart if he had to kiss her all night, every night for the rest of their lives. He pulled back and asked again, "Tell me, tell me you love me."
"But..." another kiss stopped her words. Kuon pulled her from her seat on the bed and onto his lap. His right arm supported her weight as she leaned back, his left moved to her hips over her leather shorts and glided down her thigh. If you were to ask Kyoko what her reaction would be, she would have said recoil but instead her thigh moved towards his hand, encouraging him to touch more, to continue this wonderful feeling. He pulled back again leaving her panting for air. His left hand stayed at her knee, his thumb rubbing her soft skin repeatedly.
"I can keep kissing you all night," he told her as a threat and pressed a soft kiss on her lips.
"Then why would I ever say it?" she teased. Her mind was so far gone, melting out of her ears that her will gave up sometime during the second kiss.
Kuon smiled happily and then he turned on that lustful face of his. "I promise to do more if you tell me," he offered making her blush and squirm in his arms.
"I can't," she whispered. "I'm not, for that sort of thing..." she mumbled with that flushed innocent face of hers. Kuon wanted to laugh. THAT was what she was trying to stop him from doing. It wasn't that she couldn't say I love you. Horny old bastard, he cursed himself.
"I'll wait, I'll wait forever for you, if you tell me those three words again," he said sincerely.
Kyoko closed her eyes. Her mind and heart racing through so many emotions: love, lust, hurt, fear, anticipation, desire, and happiness. It was all so confusing that she stayed silent for too long. He leaned down again and kissed her thoughts away. That's why she couldn't stand his kisses, they made her lose her mind, her will and all reason left her as he kissed her fervently. Nothing made more sense then this, this feeling of his lips, his arms around her, his body so close to hers. Why would she ever question it? Why would she ever want to do anything else but keep this going forever?
As soon as his mouth left hers, she said it, "I love you." He smiled and kissed her again. And once again, when he gave her a second to breath, she repeated, "I love you, Kuon."