Sat in her dark apartment, Tachibana's face was illuminated by her laptop screen as she scoured the internet for help. Despite the happiness she felt at her and Midori's newfound...feelings for one and another, there was now a fear residing deep in her gut. This man was older than her for one and a lot more experienced.

Compared to some of the women he had dated, she was probably nought but a child. He had already been her first kiss, what if she was awful at it? Would he get bored of her and toss her aside like an old toy? It was a known fact that the man threw away anything that he found no enjoyment from anymore. He had done that with Matsuoka, why wouldn't he do it with her?

So she had come to the conclusion that to keep him interested...she would have to be interesting.

'God that just sounds so ridiculous.'

Letting out a loud groan, she mentally face palmed at the situation she had gotten herself into. How was she going to fix this?

Suddenly, a light bulb ignited in her head. Her gaze travelled to her front door, a smile teased her lips. She knew exactly what she would have to do.

Sex had never really entered Tachibana's mind. Mostly because most people thought she was a guy so the opportunity had never appeared before her but after her kiss with Midori, she could think of nothing else. She wanted to get down and dirty with the doctor.

Cringing at herself and her dirty thoughts, she gently knocked on her neighbours door and pulled a pitiful expression when Yukimura appeared. His apartment was void of any lights so he could get the optimal experience from playing his games. Thick blackout curtains hung from his windows and the only sliver of light was coming from the erotic game that was flashing on his giant computer screens. This was exactly why she had chosen to talk to him.

Yukimura was a fully fledged pervert who had absolutely no interest in her, which in turn made him the perfect choice to help her. "I need your advice." Tachibana then began to let out all of the strange feelings that had been building up inside of her since her meetings with Midori had began to be more and more frequent.

The urges she was feeling were brand spanking new and she had no idea how to deal with them. Her mother wasn't the type of person to tell her about these types of things, if anything she had wanted her to stay her pure little girl, so asking her about advice with her sexual urges was simply out of the question. The last thing she wanted or needed was her hunting Midori down and kicking his ass.

Yukimura listened to her, his face getting more and more excited as her words got more and more explicit. She had no idea why he was enjoying himself so much, it would have made more sense for him to be angry at her for having feelings for Midori, especially considering how much he disliked the man.

"Sometimes I just want to rip his-"

Jumping to his feet, he disappeared out of the room and a series of loud crashes sounded until he returned, albeit slightly ruffled. In his hands was a lump of material overflowing with frills and lace. With wide eyes, she stared incredulously at him, then back at the outfit, what was he thinking? His glasses might as well have been steaming up at how worked up he was. His hands reached for her loose fitting t-shirt and began to pull it off her.

"He clearly has a thing for lolis, we'll make you the cutest damn thing he has ever seen. Leave it to uncle Yuki."

Letting out high pitched screams didn't stop his attack, in fact he didn't stop until she punched his glasses off his face and ran out of his apartment. "Use the dress." His voice trailed after her and stopped her in her tracks, backtracking her steps, she picked up the bunch of pink and white frills and slammed his front door shut.

"What is going on?" Haruki poked his head out of his front door as she made her way back to her room, his hair was dishevelled and his eyes half closed. Clearly her screams had disturbed his sleep. Smiling apologetically towards her friend, she quickly hid the dress behind her back and turned the handle of her door. "Sorry, Yuki was being a pervert."

Smiling, Haruki hid a long yawn behind his hand and accepted her words. "Yeah, that sounds about right. Try not to go to his place so late at night." He grimaced slightly as he warned her, possibly because he had made the mistake once and never forgotten it. "You won't like what you see."

Visibly shuddering, he shrugged off the gone but not forgotten memory he had and bid her goodnight. His door shut with a soft click, leaving her alone in the darkness once again.

Bringing the dress from behind her back, she silently examined the soft material. Would he really be interested in something so cliche?

'Suppose there's only one way to find out.'

Disappearing inside her own apartment, she walked to her bedroom where she had a floor length mirror to examine herself. Shrugging out of her t-shirt and shorts, she held the dress above her head and slowly slid it down the length of her body.

It was short. Very short. The frills made it seem even more risque than it already was, the soft pink colour complimented her skin tone and made her look almost doll like. The only bit that was slightly tight was over her chest region, possibly because this dress was made for loli type figures and her chest was a little bigger than what was ideal. It made her breasts spill over the edge of the dress in a seductive manner.

The real question was though, how would this photo? Holding up her phone, she let her hair fall loose over her shoulders and tried to pull an innocent expression as the camera clicked. Attaching the image to a short message, she took a deep breath and hit send.

It was almost midnight and she was hoping her doctor was feeling naughty…

After a couple of minutes, she began to lose her nerve and made the move to throw her phone to the far end of her bed, but just as it were millimetres from leaving her fingers, it began ringing. Midori's name flashed on the screen. Why on earth was he ringing her? Had she angered him with her message?

Sliding the screen across, she held the phone to her ear and was met with the sound of drunken giggling. "Are you still awake my princess?"

Her eyes rolled at his slurred words. He was definitely drunk, she had chosen the worst night to send him such a message. Before she could respond he was talking again, rambling almost. "I just got your message and had to see you right away. Are you still in that dress? Please say you're still in that dress. My mouth went dry when I opened it. You are just so delectable."

'What does he mean he has to see me? Please don't say it…'

"I'm outside, come here. I need to hold you." Like a moth drawn to a flame, she hung up the phone and walked to her front door, still in the ridiculous dress that he seemed to love so much.

The night air was cool but her cheeks were hot as she stared over the top of the apartment steps at Midori. He looked as gorgeous as ever, the only thing that was wrong with this whole situation was-

"Hi Tachibana! You look so lovely in that dress!" Fujimoto's voice was booming. Of course Midori hadn't drove there, he was clearly drinking. So he had gotten his loyal friend to drive him here on his pedal bike and cart. She was in awe at the situation really but still found herself sitting in the back of the cart with a drunken Midori who had instantly collapsed into her lap. The frills consumed his face and muffled his voice. "Onwards Fujimon, take us back to the apartment!"

Like a horse under his master's whip, Fujimoto leapt into gear and sped them off into the night. If he kept up that pace, they would be back at Midori's apartment in no time whatsoever.

"You're so soft, I love these thighs." Nuzzling so he was under the thinnest layer of the dress, Tachibana could feel his warm breath on her skin. "I have had a lot of dreams about these thighs."

Their whole relationship felt like a dream.

As she opened her mouth to respond, soft snores replaced his drunken mumbles and she was certain he had fallen asleep. So instead of being disappointed at his lack of consciousness, she threaded her fingers in his glossy thick hair and hummed softly for the remainder of the ride. Thank god she still had some regular clothes on under the ridiculous dress.

"Tachibana."

A husky voice whispered against her ear, tickling the sensitive skin of her neck and sending a shiver down her back. "Will you open your legs for me? Keep them nice and wide." Feeling herself obey to the mystery voice, her legs began to fall open to allow them entry. A hard body fell against her soft curves, moulding to her perfectly. She couldn't hold back the soft sigh that fell from her lips at the pressure that had settled against her most secret area.

"Open your eyes." Soft lips were now trailing down her neck, sucking and biting as they went. As she began to gently peel her eyes open, a name came to mind. "Midori." With her eyes wide open now, Tachibana stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom. Except it wasn't her bedroom, she was in an unfamiliar room full of unfamiliar things. And there was nobody there touching her.

Rolling onto her side, she bit her lip to stop the shriek that had bubbled to the surface. Lying on the pillow next to her was a shirtless Midori, fast asleep. As she tried to regulate her breathing, she examined his sleeping face as she tried to remember how this situation had happened. She was just having a dream about…

Yanking the quilt off herself, she let out a sigh of relief at her fully clothed body. Despite his nude torso, Midori had left on a pair of pyjama bottoms. It all seemed very innocent but why had she been dreaming about something so raunchy? She'd never experienced that sort of dream before, it wasn't that it was unpleasant but more inappropriate…

A groan from Midori saw Tachibana attempting to move to the edge of the bed but his arm flung out and pulled her tight against her chest. She was flush against his skin, her face tucked neatly against his neck. "It's still early." His voice was thick with sleep but still so sensual, as he spoke, his hand tucked itself under her shirt and began to rub soothing circles against her skin. It made her feel funny deep in her gut, it was a warm feeling that was slowly sinking to in between her legs.

"Midori, let me go." Hearing Tachibana's voice, his blue eyes snapped open and his body jerked backwards. With wide eyes, he ran his hand through his sleep mussed hair and attempted to laugh off the whole situation, but the shake was evident in his voice. "My apologies, I forgot that it was you that was here. I didn't scare you did I? I know I said we'd take it slow."

Slightly offended, she narrowed her eyes at him and pouted. How many women did he have in his bed? It was easy to forget that he had a whole other life outside of survival games. A life where he was a very attractive doctor... But he was her attractive doctor now.

"Why are you apologising? You seemed pretty happy holding me a second ago." She was shocked at herself, why was she provoking him? She should get out of there. Before something bad happen-

Midori pushed himself forward and pinned her against the bed, his blue eyes practically glowing. "I didn't say I wasn't happy to have you. Waking up to you in my bed is a dream come true." His finger gently tugged at the material of her shirt. "Except in my dreams, you're usually wearing a little less."

Letting out a choked sound, she desperately tried to ignore the hard bulge that was pressing against her inner thigh, clearly he was a little bit too excited. With all her strength, she pushed him off her and made her escape. Finding her shoes placed neatly next to the door, she glanced over her shoulder and frowned at the smug expression on his face as he casually pushed himself up so he was in a seated position, the quilt was revealing the upper half of his abdomen, the skin looked taut and deliciously…

Mentally slapping herself, she yanked her shoes on and made her escape without a second glance back at his tempting physique. "Bye Tachibana, always nice to have you over. I put your dress on the back of the door so it didn't get creased." Fujimoto's chipper voice at her side as she walked out of the apartment nearly toppled her over in shock. He looked oblivious as usual except this time he was wearing a frilly pink apron over his work uniform. Giving him a incredulous look, she awarded him a tight lipped smile and shuffled past him. "Nice to see you too."

She couldn't hold back the smile as she walked out of the unfamiliar apartment block, she had spent the night in a bed with Midori. Her plan to seduce him had obviously not worked as once they had gotten back to his place last night, Fujimoto had carried him to bed and changed him, then wished them both a good night and disappeared. So instead of running away from the situation, she had bravely curled up in a tight ball next to him and decided to stay the night.

If they were going to work she was going to have to do things that were outside of her comfort zone.