Notes: This is a reworking of an old fic I started back in 2014. Rewriting this to test my chops and to see how far I've come along. I also miss Ami and Ren lol. The song Ami sings is "I'm Kissing You" by Des'ree. Definitely give it a listen, it's such a gorgeous song.
Ami Uchida is my OC, first appearing in the series Star Search, s/8966452/1/Star-Search. Give it a read if you want to see where she came from. It's also unfinished so count this as their later.
Music pumping and drinks flowing. Every single guest enjoyed themselves in the company of other musicians and industry people. This was the signature of a Saotome Records label party. Shining Saotome always made sure that no invited guest ever left a party feeling underwhelmed. The man even made sure to hire acrobats to twirl on giant steel hoops that were suspended from the ceiling. What were all of the theatrics for? Part of it was to celebrate STARISH going platinum overseas, the other part was to celebrate their newest idol charting in the top 5 of Japan's Billboard for her debut album.
"So where is Ami-chan?" Otoya Ittoki asked as he finally joined his bandmates once he finished grabbing a plate full of hors d'oeuvres.
"I think she's still getting ready," Haruka said as bright eyes scanned the event hall from her place next to Tokiya. "You don't think she's nervous do you?"
"She's worked on this album for almost a year since winning the recording contract," Natsuki said as he placed a hand to his chin in thought. "I don't think she has any reason to be nervous."
"Aoi-me's a walking ball of nerves," Ren spoke up. "Even before her recording sessions, she's nervous."
"She has you as a mentor, of course, she's nervous," Masato smirked behind his glass.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"Aren't you known as the Romeo of STARISH, or whatever insipid name it was that the tabloids gave you?"
"I don't force myself on her if that's what you're implying."
"Of course not, but you flirt with her like you do Haruka-chan," Syo grinned before hiding behind Natsuki when he was glared at.
"Tch," Ren muttered to himself before he took a sip of wine.
"Jinguuji-san!"
Ren looked up and almost choked on his drink. A young woman approached them in a flowing chiffon dress that accentuated every curve of her body; the blush color of the dress complimented her brown skin. Full lips were curved into a bright smile as her almond-shaped eyes were almost closed from the grin. Saotome's designers made her look almost goddess-like. Ren stood in silence while he gazed at her, lips slightly parted. Those darling blue eyes glanced at him and a current of electricity rippled up his spine.
"Oh fuck," he whispered under his breath earning muffled snickers from his bandmates.
"What did you say Jinguuji-san?" Ami asked him as she tilted her head to the side, her hair bouncing with it.
"I uh…" Ren cleared his throat as he fought back a blush. "I said, 'Would you like to dance, Aoi-me?'"
"Oh sure," Ami smiled softly with a bright blush as she accepted the hand that he offered.
The group watched as Ren escorted her to the dance floor, half of them amused at their friend's reaction and the other half quietly taking bets on how long the both of them would last. Ever since Star Search had completed and crowned Ami the winner everyone noticed how much closer the two young adults had become. The fact that Ren offered to be her mentor when he rarely offered himself up to help new signees sealed the deal that there was something building between the two.
Once on the dance floor, the two looked at each other quietly before Ren carefully put his hand on the small of her back. He bit back a chuckle when he felt her jump before she stepped closer to him, a small hand resting on his chest as the other rested in his large one. As they danced, Ren noticed her body was tense and her eyes were looking everywhere but at him.
"Aoi-me," he said softly, pressing his hand flat against her lower back. "Are you okay?"
Ami jolted again, her head whipped to look at him with wide eyes. Was she okay? That was a question she didn't have an answer to. She was dancing with an idol who less than a year and a half ago didn't even know she existed. She was in an event hall with some of the best musicians in the country celebrating not only STARISH but herself. She had a chart-topping album where most of the songs were co-written by the very man whose arms she was in as they danced. She was far from okay, part of her wanted to believe this was just a very long dream and that she would wake up soon. However, his hand on her back combined with the warming scent of his cologne and the way he would say his nickname for her brought her back to reality.
"Aoi-me?"
"I'm fine, I think," she said with a sheepish smile. "This all doesn't seem real. This party, this dress, the fact that I actually have an album…me dancing with you…Kanae not being here to celebrate with me."
Ren looked down at her. "Is she still not talking to you?"
Ami shook her head. "After the final concert we talked for a few weeks before she just stopped responding to me," she sighed softly. "I know she's still alive 'cause she talks to the other girls but I just…really miss my friend. I wish she were here with me."
"Aoi-me, she has some things that she needs to work out for herself. Would you really want her to be here if she wasn't happy for you?" Ren asked her.
Ami bit her lip and averted her gaze to look at their feet as they danced. He was right, she knew he was but she didn't want to admit it. Ren looked down at her before he sighed.
"Ami," he said softly.
She froze and let out a small squeak when she felt his finger tilt her head up to look at him. His gaze was serious as he closed the gap between the two of them.
"J-Jinguuji-san?"
Ren stared at her quietly before he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You're way too kind," she felt his lips move on her forehead as he held her tighter. When he pulled back, he kept his finger under her chin, rubbing it ever so slightly with the pad of his thumb. "You give people way too many chances, Ami."
"Am I really that bad?" she asked softly. "Or is it just hard to let someone you called a friend for so long go?"
He knew exactly how she felt. For the longest time, he and Masato had been on the outs with each other over their music. It felt horrible to no longer talk to the person he had once called a friend, but the two ended up working things out once they came to grips with their feelings. Ren gave her a small squeeze as he pulled her into a hug.
"You can't force someone to reconcile their feelings when they aren't ready," Ren told her softly. "If she really regrets how she acted and misses you, she'll talk to you when she's ready. Until then, enjoy the fruits of your labor, you worked hard to get where you are."
Ami nodded softly, her face burrowing into his strong chest as her small hands gripped his suit tightly. "You're right Jinguuji-san," she whispered.
"I know I am," Ren chuckled. He held back a laugh when he saw Ami's head jerk away from his chest to stare at him with her cheeks puffed out. "What's that look for?"
"You're doing the 'I know I'm right cause I'm older and more experienced' thing!" Ami pointed a manicured nail at his nose.
"Aoi-me…I am older."
"Only by two years!"
"Still older," Ren grinned.
Ami groaned as her cheeks puffed out more, eliciting a small laugh from Ren. Blue eyes looked up at him and immediately softened at seeing her dear friend's smile. She smiled as well, a small giggle leaving her as she leaned her head on his broad chest once more. His cologne smelled decadent and soothing, bringing brief relief to a mind that was circling. Ami could feel his chest rise and fall with a sigh before his arms wrapped themselves around her.
In the background, the music switched and caused the two to start to sway again. Ami's arms around his waist tightened as Ren simultaneously drew her in as close as he could. Both were lost in their own little world, comforts to each other. Ren's large hands rubbed small circles on her back as they danced; Ami's lithe fingers curled around each other behind his neck as she pressed herself into him more. The young woman was so content she didn't feel her dance partner stiffen ever so slightly at her attempt to get closer to him.
"Aoi-me…" his voice was a strained whisper as he cleared his throat. Her warmth, and the softness of her body, were making Ren's will waiver.
"Hmm?" she hummed softly.
Her face moved from its place to nuzzle into his neck and Ren stiffened even more. The more they held onto each other the more Ren was realizing that he didn't want to let her go. If he could always be close to the young starling; if he could keep her in his arms like this forever, he would be content.
"Aoi-me," he swallowed hard the lump in his throat, "are you doing anything after this?"
"Mm? Not really," she said softly. She moved and looked at him from under heavy lashes. "Did you have something you wanted to do?"
Oh fuck. Ren felt a slight shiver run down his spine when their eyes met. His eyes darted away from hers as he spun her rather quickly, earning a surprised squeal from the younger woman. He needed a distraction to keep himself from becoming putty in her hands.
"Jinguuji-san!" she laughed loudly and clung to him to keep from tripping over the train of her dress.
Her laugh was contagious, just like everything about her, and Ren couldn't help but laugh with her as he spun her more. Still, in their own little world, they didn't notice the paparazzi that were hired to cover the event had descended on them with their cameras.
"Looks like they're about to be on the cover of next week's magazine," Tokiya noted from his place near Haruka.
"I think it's cute that they're having fun, don't you think Masato-kun?" Haruka blinked when she saw Masato turn from her.
"As long as he doesn't hurt the little bird," Masato said as he headed to the bar, "he doesn't need another tryst gone bad on his public record."
"I don't think it will go bad," Haruka said. She looked back at the two as they kept enjoying themselves.
"Ladies and gentlemen!"
The music cut out as Mitsuo "Shining" Saotome's voice rang out across the speakers. The guests all paused to look up at the stage as bright lights pulsated until the older man appeared in a large poof of confetti. He was dressed in a more tailored version of his signature red suit. His usually wild hair actually slicked down for once. He struck a pose and laughed loudly as he stepped up to the microphone.
"Welcome, welcome in everyone!"
The guests moved closer as they listened to Saotome's speech for the night. The older man boasted about Shining Entertainment's flagship group and how he was proud of the hard work that both the young men and their talented composer. The speech droned on for a while as he gave the history of both Shining Entertainment and STARISH to the masses that were currently being held captive. As he spoke, his eyes would scan the crowd behind his sunglasses and then settle on the sight of Ami and Ren in each other's arms. A small knowing grin would cross his face.
"But we not only celebrate STARISH tonight! We celebrate our newest signee, a young woman whose voice shocked the world. Uchida Ami, our Venus!"
The spotlight left Saotome and fell on where Ami and Ren stood. The young woman squeaked and finally tore her eyes away from Ren to scan the faces of the people that applauded her. Brown skin flushed as she waved sheepishly, backing herself further into Ren before she felt a comforting hand on the small of her back.
"Go on, Aoi-me," Ren whispered in her ear before he pushed her forward.
Ami nodded and approached the stage slowly, the small crystals of her dress shimmering under the burning light of the spotlight that followed her. On the stage, assisted up the steep steps by Saotome himself, she turned to face the crowd. The light cast an ethereal glow around her, her skin shimmering as her blue eyes nervously searched the crowd for those of Ren's. He nodded to her with a small smile as he raised a glass that had been passed to him.
"Our starlet has done something that even our beloved STARISH hadn't done in their beginning days. Her debut album premiered at number 5 on the billboard!" Saotome boasted, earning a deeper blush from her and impressed murmurs and applause from the guests.
"She looks like she's about to faint."
Ren looked over his shoulder when he heard his friend's familiar voice. "She'll be alright," he reassured Masato as he watched Ami on the stage.
"If you say so." Masato took a sip of his drink.
"You're very pessimistic tonight, Masa-kun."
"I'm not pessimistic, I'm just noting that she's nervous," Masato raised an eyebrow when he heard his friend's tone change. "Don't go on the defensive, I have nothing against Uchida-chan."
"Then?"
"I just think that she's different from the other women you're usually attached to. She's similar to Haruka in a way."
"She's nothing like the little lamb."
"How so?"
The smile she reserves just for him when they're alone. The way she laughs and the way her nose crinkles. Her ability to not only read him but to get him to spill his guts with a simple look. Not to mention the way she naturally smelt of honey and cinnamon, something warm that matched her nature. No, she was different from Haruka, and for that, he was grateful, or else he would be charged with trying to compete with Tokiya. On the outside, it would seem that he teased Ami in the same manner as he did Haruka but it wasn't. For him, he would tease Haruka solely to pass the time as much as a brother would a sister. However, with Ami, any teasing was a front, a way to keep himself from doing anything that would push the young woman away from him. For as much as she could read him, he could barely read her. Sometimes he would get lucky as he did earlier in the night but sometimes she's a mystery to him. Part of him believed it was a response to her tumultuous relationship with her friend.
"Ren."
Ren blinked and looked over at Masato. He had forgotten that his friend was there, let alone that he was waiting on a response.
"I can't read her."
"What?"
"That's how she's different from the little lamb. I can't read her. With Haruka, it's easy to tell what she's thinking about. With Ami, you can attempt to guess but she hides it well unless it's something heavy weighing on her."
"And you like that?"
"Ha, most women I've been with I already know what they want from me. Ami, I can't tell and it's almost like she doesn't want anything at all. It's refreshing but I want to be someone she can let down that wall around."
Masato eyed his friend carefully, wondering how, in the short year since Ami had been around, did his friend grow from his usual playboy ways.
"So you love her?"
Ren blinked and looked from Masato to Ami who was still on the stage, trying her best to refuse Saotome's pleas for a song.
"I think I do."
"Then tell her."
Ren snorted. "Like you've told the little Miki your feelings about her?"
"We've solidified our relationship."
"So you've been seen out together without your masks on?" Ren smirked to himself when he heard his friend nearly choke on his drink.
"She's content with us not being public yet."
"Not according to Aoi-me, you know those two have become really close lately."
"How did we go from talking about you to my relationship with Himemiya-chan?"
"Because you wanted to give me love advice." Ren bit back a victorious chuckle when he heard Masato begin to grumble under his breath. He patted his friend on his back. "Let's do this then since these women do deserve honesty. I'll tell Ami my feelings if you go public with the little hamster."
Masato's face contorted to keep a laugh from escaping him at the nickname. "You really love those nicknames."
"She reminds me of one, chubby and adorable," Ren admitted with a shrug.
The sound of raucous applause alerted the two friends that Ami had eventually given in to performing a song. They looked up as the lights in the building dimmed, the spotlight shining on Ami adding to the mystique.
"Wait," Ami said into the mic as she looked around. "I think I want to share with you something from the sophomore album I've started working on."
Her admission drew curious whispers from everyone in the room. Her debut just dropped and she had already been working on songs for a new one?
"Did you know about a new song?"
"Not at all," Ren said softly. "Come on, let's get closer."
As the two maneuvered through the crowd they noticed that Ami had gotten Saotome to bring her a piano. She sat on the bench, poised like a model in a Romanticism-era painting. She lowered the mic to be closer to her mouth and she offered the crowd a sheepish grin.
"It's still a little rough," she earned soft laughs from the crowd, "but I think you guys might like it."
Soon the hall was filled with a deep and full-bodied sound from the piano. Lamenting, enthralling, with hints of influences from America, specifically gospel. Every stroke of the keys drew silent muttering from the guests.
"Pride can stand a thousand trials," Ami started to sing, her deep and enriching voice ensnaring everyone. "The strong will never fall; But watching stars without you, my soul cried."
Longing. Remorse. Heartache. Even the ever slight glimmer of hope. The lyrics of her song painted a picture of someone aching to be with the person they loved. The room itself was silent, a few choked sobs coming from those who were truly touched by the song. Ren found himself staring at the young vision as she performed, almost as if she had been singing directly to a part of himself he had locked away; she proved that she was once again someone who always had a surprise tucked away. Her voice swelled at the apex of the song, powerful notes escaping from the shy songstress that sent chills down his spine. Was this the same woman they had all come to know or had she downplayed the power of her voice?
"Where are you now? Where are you now? 'Cause I'm kissing you…I'm kissing you, ohhhh ohhhhhh."
When the song ended, Ami's eyes opened and she looked out at the crowd. Aside from her slight ragged breathing the room was still and quiet enough to hear a pin drop. She blinked and blushed brightly, starting to hurriedly pry herself from the piano before a deafening roar startled her. Wide eyes took in the sight of the entire crowd applauding her, some of them wiping their eyes with handkerchiefs and napkins before joining in the appreciation.
"That was amazing!" Shining Saotome exclaimed as he quickly reappeared on the stage and gathered Ami into his arms. "That definitely has to be recorded, isn't that right folks?"
The crowd screamed their agreement and Ami nodded nervously, a heavy sigh of relief escaping her lips. She accepted a bouquet from Saotome and quickly descended the stairs to make her way back to Ren.
"Jinguuji-san…!" Ami squeaked when Ren drew her into a hug.
"Where were you hiding that Aoi-me?"
"Hiding what?"
"That voice," Ren looked at her. "If you had sung like that on your audition tape you would have blown everyone out of the water."
"Oh well, I wasn't sure of what exactly you guys were looking for, and…you actually like it?"
"It was gorgeous."
Ami gave him a small smile as she hid her face in the bouquet. "Thank you, Jinguuji-san."
"Aoi-me…"
"Yes?"
Ren cleared his throat as he took her small hand in his large one. "Let's go talk for a second."
"Well sure but Saotome-san wanted me to talk to a few people about sponsorships and…"
"They'll be here when we get back." Ren gently took her bouquet from her and handed it to Masato before he whisked her away.
He pulled her through the crowd until they reached the balcony that overlooked the garden bathed in moonlight. Ami blinked and looked at Ren as they walked towards the railing. She smiled softly and looked at the pool in the center of the large garden maze as it reflected the full moon in all of its beauty. Part of her was glad that Ren had pulled her away, she needed to catch her breath after her performance. Her mind was racing at the fact that so many people loved it as she was expecting them to balk at it being a near 180 from her first album. She turned back to look at Ren, the moon creating a halo around her that made Ren pause in place.
"So Jinguuji-san," she asked carefully as she fiddled with the necklace she wore, "what did you want to talk to me about?"
"What did I…?"
Right, he did ask her to talk to him. In the short moment of seeing her in the moon's light, he had forgotten what his plan was. He wasn't that forgetful but something about those blue orbs, illuminated in the pale glow of the moon, staring at him in gentle curiosity made him forget what it was he wanted to talk to her about.
Ami stifled a small giggle when she saw him flush in embarrassment at being caught lacking. She approached him and took his hand in hers before leading him to the railing.
"Is something on your mind, Jinguuji-san?" she asked him. "You're not usually this flustered."
She was right about that. "Sorry, Aoi-me," Ren gave a little chuckle as he stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. "I'm still processing your song."
"It wasn't that different was it?"
"Yes, but in a way, it also made me realize that I never knew you as well as I thought I did. Your song was different to me but it wasn't to you. To you, it's the Ami we should know instead of the Ami we want to see."
Ami blinked a few times as her face flushed slightly.
"Aoi-me," he said softly. "I've been thinking about this for a minute and your performance tonight solidified it. I want to get to know you, the real you…and I want you to trust me enough to let me know what you're thinking."
Her face was now burning as she looked up at him. Gentle eyes gazed at her as now both of her hands were clasped in his and were being used to slowly pull her closer to him.
"Aoi-me."
Ami smiled softly as she took her hand from his and touched his cheek. This was the Jinguuji Ren she had gotten to know over the year, a man who would fumble over himself until he had clarity. Ren chuckled softly as he leaned his cheek into her hand, turning his face ever so slightly so he could place a gentle kiss in her palm.
"Jinguuji-san, I would love that," she admitted softly as she stepped closer to him.
"You would?"
"Yes," she giggled softly.
She took his face into both hands and turned his head back to her. Ren gave her a soft smile as his hands wrapped themselves around her waist; he leaned his head down and gently bumped her forehead with his. Her thumbs stroked his cheeks tenderly as they held each other, quietly taking in the confession they both had made. Moments passed before Ren's gaze moved from her eyes to her lips. He licked his own before closing the distance, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. The kiss elicited a soft whine from Ami as she melted into him, her own body pressing against his in an attempt to draw more from him. She could feel his hands rub her sides, pulling her flush to him as his tongue lapped at her lips for entrance. When her lips parted his tongue slinked inside, exploring her wet cavern with need.
Ami gave a soft moan, the sweetest sound Ren had ever heard and he needed to hear more. His tongue wrapped around hers, taking in her sweet taste, as one hand moved to cradle the back of her head and grab a handful of her curls; the other hand slid from her side down to her hip before moving to grab more than a handful of her bubble butt. His grip on her ass drew now a longing whine from Ami.
"Jinguuji-san," she gasped and purred as she pulled away from his kiss. "Jinguuji-san wait."
"Aoi-me?" Ren looked down at her, chewing his bottom lip at the sight of her kiss-swollen lips.
"Jinguuji-san, we're still at the party," she reminded him.
"Party…right," Ren ran a hand through his hair and looked at her once again. He saw her smile before she kissed him, he went to deepen the kiss and let out a small groan when she moved away. Fuck.
"We should head back inside," she told him with a soft smile.
"Right." Ren watched her move to the giant door, trying his best to ignore the throbbing in his groin.
When Ami didn't hear him start to move, she looked over her shoulder at him with both eyebrows raised.
"Are you coming, Jinguuji-san?"
Not now. "Go on, Aoi-me, I'll be in when I catch my breath."
Ami shrugged before she slipped back into the main hall, undetected by the other partygoers as she made her way to the bathroom. She hid it from Ren but their makeout session had her legs weak and a deep heat pooling in the bottom of her stomach. There had been many nights between just hanging out with him and Ren helping her with her album that she had dreamed about doing something like that. His lips were as soft as she had fantasized and the same could be said about how he tasted. She sighed heavily as she looked at her disheveled appearance in the mirror. Her lipstick was smudged, mascara running slightly, her hair messy. Thank God the bathroom had makeup wipes and she kept a brush and emergency makeup kit in her purse. She rummaged through the bag until she pulled out what she needed. As she freshened herself up her mind went back to feeling Ren's hands caressing her body. They were so gentle but needy, clinging to her as if he thought she was a mirage in front of him.
"Ami-chan there you are!"
Ami let out a loud squeak and whipped her head around to see Haruka entering the bathroom. "Na-Na-Nanami-san!"
Haruka blinked when she noticed Ami's tousled appearance. "Are you okay?"
"Oh yeaaaah, I'm fine!" Ami said quickly. She turned back to the mirror and busied herself by brushing her curls back into their neat top puff. From the back of her neck to the top of her ears were burning in embarrassment as she went to reapply her lipstick.
"Are you sure? You seem frazzled."
"Oh I'm fine, I'm just…not used to all of this attention still."
"It was hard for me to get used to all of this too," Haruka admitted with a small smile. "But I had all of the boys to help me get through it. Just like you have Jinguuji-san."
"Eh!?"
Ami gasped when her outburst made Haruka stare at her with raised eyebrows.
"I-I-I mean, do you really think he'll help me?"
Haruka gave her a gentle smile and nodded. "I do, he cares about you."
"I'm glad." Ami turned to smile at Haruka when she finished fixing her appearance. "We should get back to the party."
"Right, we should."
When the two left the bathroom, Ami looked towards the balcony door and could see Ren was still outside leaning on the rail. Part of her wanted to go talk to him but she squeaked when she saw Tokiya and Masato had beaten her to it.
"So are you coming back to the party?" Tokiya asked curiously.
The two men heard frustrated grumbles respond to them. They looked at each other.
"Ren?"
"Stay back there," Ren finally responded with a heavy sigh and curse. All he wanted was five minutes to regain control of his senses, to attempt to will away the erection he had.
"Did your talk with Uchida-san go badly?"
"No it went fine, in fact, it went better than I thought."
"So why are you…oh." Tokiya let his sentence stop there when he realized the issue. He couldn't help but laugh at the idea of Ren, the self-professed ladies' man, being left high and dry by a woman he had set his sights on.
"Shut up Ichinose," Ren hissed as he looked over his shoulder at his bandmate.
"It's funny, don't get mad at me."
Ren groaned and leaned his head on the railing. Just count backward from ten, he told himself, actually think of Saotome jumping rope in his underwear.
"Ren?"
"I'll be in in a minute."
"You might wanna hurry," Tokiya snorted. "It looks like the execs are starting to swarm Ami."
"The hell?" Ren spun on his heel and bolted inside the hall.
Sure enough, a few of the label's executives had already surrounded Ami. They nearly created a circle around the young woman, a few of them around Saotome's age and a few of them around Ren's. He could see Ami looking for a way to slowly back away from the men as they propositioned her in tandem for dances.
"Come now, Uchida-san," one of the older execs reached out to grab her hand, "at least us old men get a chance to dance with you."
"O-Oh I'm not the best dance partner!" Ami said quickly as she hid her hand behind her back. "You should ask my dance instructor! Sometimes I trip and then I do this thing where I'm always five steps ahead and…and…" she rambled while blue eyes darted from face to face to search for an opening.
"Nonsense, I'm sure you're a great dancer."
"Well, I…"
"She has a partner already, Suzuki-san."
The executives tore their eyes from Ami to see Ren had snuck behind her.
"Oh, she does?" Suzuki looked at the two before giving a small smile. "Well, we should let you get to it then."
Ren nodded to the older man as his hand wrapped around Ami's waist protectively. He led her away from the group and towards the dance floor.
"Are you okay, Aoi-me?" Ren asked her.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Ami smiled softly as she leaned her head against his chest. "Thanks for coming to my rescue."
"The execs are like sharks when it comes to the female talent in the agency, don't be afraid to tell them no, though."
"You're right, they just had too many people for me to focus on," Ami admitted.
Ren nodded as he took her into his arms. They shared a glance and a laugh when they heard the music switch away from the slow song. Still, Ren held her close as they started to dance together. Chest to chest, hips to hips; Ren was more so focused on fighting back his unwanted guest while Ami was enjoying herself. Ami was spun around with a laugh as they danced, Ren's arms wrapped snugly around her waist as her butt playfully twerked and ground against him.
"Aoi-me," Ren whispered, his voice strained with warning. His hands gripped her hips as he tried to create a fraction of distance between the two.
It was a little too late, Ami had already felt his manhood resting against her butt and lower back. Just from the brief contact, it was definitely not small. She blushed brightly at the thought that she had been the one to do that to him.
"Uh, Jinguuji-san?"
Ren blinked at the softness of Ami's voice. He immediately let go of her and took a step back. "Is everything okay Aoi-me…" his voice trailed off when he was met with Ami looking at him again from under heavy lashes. He gulped and felt his dick stir. "Aoi-me?"
"Would you like to leave and maybe go get a drink…or some coffee?"
Ren stared at her dumbfounded, mouth ajar as his brain was making dial-up noises until her words finally registered. Ami smiled at him as she took his hand in hers, stroking the back of it with her thumb before she left him on the dance floor. He watched her walk over to Haruka and the rest of the group, giving them goodbye hugs before making her way to the coat check area. He saw his bandmates look at Ami before turning their eyes on him, standing frozen in the center of the dance floor. Was that really his Aoi-me? Or maybe a better question was why he was still standing there like a sculpture instead of following the young woman out. It wasn't like she had sped walked away from him, in fact, he was fairly sure that she was taking very leisurely strides. He saw her stop and look at him from the front door before she slipped out into the night.
Ami sighed as she stepped outside and pulled her shawl tight around her body. She looked up at the moon as she let the gentle breeze cool the burning on her face. Why did she do that? She'd never done something like that before but here she is now. Standing outside, alone, after inviting Ren to follow her she felt like an idiot. Maybe that wasn't what she thought she felt. She stomped her feet and hid her face in her hands.
"I'm such an idiot!" she huffed. She looked back at the main hall. Well, she left now. There's no point in going back in. She also didn't have a ride home. "Okay so…let's just walk home I guess."
"Ami!" Ami blinked when she turned around to see Ren running down the steps of the event hall. He took her hand in his and smiled at her. "Did you still want to get that coffee?"
The ride back to Ami's apartment was quiet save for the jazz that filtered over the speakers of Ren's car. Tokyo's night sky rolled above their heads, visible thanks to the fact that he had the top down. Ami would steal glances at him, her face burning at the sight of the passing streetlights illuminating his features and the feeling of his large hand gently squeezing the thigh that had escaped the slit in her dress. He would alternate between a gentle squeeze and a stroke on the inside with his thumb; it was absent-minded in a way, he wasn't noticing what he was doing, almost as if it was a force of habit. Every gentle squeeze, every grazing stroke, would have Ami's stomach do a flip and a half in quiet anticipation.
Upon making the turn into the parking garage, Ren realized that they weren't at the suite that her royalties had bought but at the student dorms. The oh-so-familiar lobby that had been his waiting room in the early days of picking up and dropping off was silent. Even the residence assistant who was almost always perched in the lavender recliner with a book and the dorm's pet cat was missing from her post. Once they finally made it to her dorm, Ren looked around the quiet hall as Ami fumbled with the key.
"Sorry in advance," she said with a sheepish smile.
"Sorry for what?"
"Well…it's a mess," Ami admitted as she finally pushed the door in.
The apartment looked no worse for wear aside from stacks of luggage and boxes lined up by the door.
"You're still packing?" Ren asked with a slightly amused grin as he slipped his shoes off and set them in the holder by the door.
"I got a little sidetracked," Ami admitted as she did the same. "Please have a seat, I'll get the coffee."
Ren walked over to the couch as he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders, watching the young woman stumble around boxes to make her way to the kitchen. He looked away briefly to admire the trophies that lined the shelf under the mounted TV. They were for various categories with the majority of them being split evenly between first and second.
"So you participated…"
"AH FUCK!"
A loud crash and clatter were heard coming from the kitchen. Ren whipped his head around to see Ami's head peek up from behind the counter. He rushed over to see her throwing a box from on top of her ankle.
"What happened?"
"I tripped and took my music theory books with me," she whined softly.
Ren bit back a chuckle as he helped her up. She looked up at him with tears pricking the corners of her eyes. He noticed her wobbling, scared to put any weight on the ankle that had been hit.
"Aoi-me, let me," Ren said softly. "Put your arm around my neck." When she complied he lifted her easily and carried her to the couch. Sitting her down, he put a pillow behind her back before kneeling in front of her.
"What are you doing, Jinguuji-san?"
"I'm just checking to see if you hurt your ankle."
Ami went quiet as she watched him take her foot into his hands. Placing it on his knee, she winced when he tilted and twisted her foot while ever so slightly applying pressure to the joint.
"Well…?" Ren could hear the worry in her voice.
"You might have just sprained it, it should be fine in the morn…"
"Noooooo," Ami whined loudly as she fell back onto the couch and covered her face with her hands. Of course, she would be the idiot to injure herself the one time she brings someone back to her place.
"...ing? Aoi-me, what's wrong?" Ren snorted when he saw her legs flail in frustration. "Aoi-me?"
"Oh, nothing's wrong…I'm just a clumsy idiot." Her voice was muffled by her hands followed by another whine and grumble.
"You're not a clumsy idiot," Ren told her with a pat on her foot.
"No, I am."
He could hear the pout as she spoke and laughed softly again. "No, you aren't Aoi-me," he repeated, sternness creeping into his voice.
The change in his tone caused Ami to look at him through her fingers, watching quietly as he massaged her foot. God his fingers felt amazing, she could practically feel the tension and some of the pain melting away. She shifted and laid further back, damn near pushing her foot further into his hands and chest; her actions earned an amused grin from Ren as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of her foot. His hands crept upward and so did his kisses. From her ankle to her calf to her knee, each kiss combined with the massage brought soft sighs and moans from her. Her legs trembled and opened wider for Ren when she could feel his breath ghosting against her inner thigh where he left a lingering kiss.
"Jinguuji-san," she sang softly.
Ren looked up at her, a sly smile ghosting across his lips before he stood and settled himself between her legs. "Aoi-me, look at me."
When her eyes opened, she saw Ren hovering above her. His lips were inches from hers as his hair fell over one of his eyes. The other held an intensity she hadn't seen before and she could feel heat pooling between her legs.
"Jinguuji…" Her sentence was cut short with a kiss, abrupt and passionate as his tongue wasted no time making its way in her mouth. She gave a soft moan as her hands fumbled for something to do before they settled on his chest. A sigh escaped her when they parted with a nibble on her bottom lip.
"Don't call me that anymore, Aoi-me," he told her. He cupped her face in his hand, his thumb stroking over her bottom lip gently. "Not after tonight."
Ami's mind went blank while she stared at the man hovering over her. This was Ren…right? Sure he was still gentle like he had always been but the way he spoke made the heat between her legs become almost unbearable.
"Aoi-me."
"Okay…Ren." His name felt weirdly right coming from her lips and it obviously was what he wanted to hear as he smiled at her.
"Come here." Ren pulled her up and into his arms. Soft pecks to her lips soon turned to impassioned kisses. Hungry, desperate, sloppy; feverishly pulling and tugging at each other's clothes. Ren's hands rubbed all over Ami's body as he tried to find the zipper to her dress, silently cursing the designers that made the dress. As beautiful as it was, he wanted all of her now. Ami must have felt his growing impatience and guided the hand that ended on her thigh up her side. His fingers wrapped around the pull and he broke the kiss to feather kisses down her neck. Her head tilted to the side, offering him access to the unmarred brown skin. Under her ear down to her jawline before dipping to lick and nip at her clavicle. The dress was progressively unzipped following every kiss until the fabric fell away from her body revealing a matching lace underwear set.
He pulled away to look at her in her nearly undressed state, wanting to commit every curve of her to his memory. Her chest was heaving and her face flushed as she looked at him. He could tell she was fighting the urge to cover herself with her arms the longer he looked at her. Ren gave her another hungered kiss as he laid back down on the couch, making sure that her head rested on the decorative pillows. Ami's small hands moved to cradle his face as she pressed her body against his, the bulge in his pants resting heavily against her inner thigh.
A broken kiss was replaced with kisses to the top of her breasts as her bra fell away from her body.
"You really are a goddess," he whispered into her skin in between kisses crawling down from her breasts to her stomach. Each kiss evoked soft anticipatory moans from the woman under him, her hands moving to the back of his head to follow the trail he left. He stopped at her mound, kissing it gently from over her underwear. "Let me pay tribute."
Ami watched as he took the band of her underwear in his teeth, dragging them off her hips and thighs until they were discarded to the floor. She watched him kiss the inside of her thigh again, the realization that she was now completely bare under him made her both excited and nervous. At least in her underwear, there was still some sort of barrier between them but not anymore. He was seeing all of her from the stretch marks that laced her breasts and hips to the birthmark that oddly resembled Italy on her pubic region. She wanted to close her legs but his hands firmly keeping them apart prevented that from happening.
Ren trailed kisses up to her cunt until he gave it a little kiss. He felt her legs tremble slightly as a surprised moan came from her. He glanced up at her as his thumb spread her lips open slightly, revealing the already slick and glistening organ to him. Another little kiss lingered until his tongue jutted out to lick her clit. The long pining moan that came from Ami made his dick jolt and his actions embolden. Little time passed until he was wholeheartedly devouring her. His tongue wrapped around the sensitive bud before dipping into her trembling core. She tasted so damn good, sweeter than any dessert. Her walls gripped his tongue as it lapped around inside.
"O-Oh fu…Ren…" Ami's moans were music to his ears as they grew in pitch in volume. Her head was thrown back on the pillow as her hips rolled into his face. Her body was burning with desire at what he was doing to her. In the pit of her stomach, she was already beginning to feel a tight coil form. The longer he feasted on her, the tighter the coil got until with was a thin line. She could feel him alternating between eating and sucking on her clit, driving her mad as her climax was knocking on the door. Her hands immediately moved to the top of his head, slender fingers tangling themselves in his hair and tugging as a warning. She was close, so close, just barely hanging onto a thread until his teeth gave her clit a little nibble. That sent her flying over the edge, the coil snapped and she cried her release out into the stillness of the room.
Ren swallowed the juices that spilled from her, licking her and his lips clean as she rode out her high. He massaged the inside of her thigh, kissing her pubic area softly as he felt her body trembling. "Did that feel good Aoi-me?" his voice was slightly muffled as he looked up at her for her response.
Ami nodded, her voice stuck in her throat as she tried to catch her breath.
"Good," he kissed her thigh before returning his mouth to her clit again. His breath ghosted over it causing her to shiver and moan softly. "We're far from done."
Oh God, Ami thought as she moaned at feeling him work her again. She tried to pull her hips from his lips only to be held firm by a large hand as his face pushed deeper into her cunt. This man was a menace, did he do this to the other women? She didn't realize that she was slowly chanting his name until she felt his free hand creep up to her mouth, his thumb tracing her lips and jawline before she felt a small lapse in pleasure.
"Suck."
Ami looked down at piercing blue eyes before her attention was turned to the digits presented before her. Taking his hand in hers, she did what she was asked as he went back to his missive. She sucked the digits into her mouth, moaning out around them as she lapped at them hungrily. The eagerness with which she did threw Ren for a loop. The shy woman he had known was nearly gagging on his fingers as thoroughly coated each one. She released them with such a loud slurp Ren almost let out a moan.
"Aoi-me," Ren's sentence was cut off by lust-fogged eyes staring down at him. A small smile tugged at his lips before his head went back between her legs. His tongue lapped at her clit as a finger slid into her entrance. Her walls immediately clamped down on the intruding digit as it was thrust and twisted. The second finger was added and he could hear her moaning wantonly, her hips riding his fingers. He scissored and wiggled his fingers slightly before the third was added, welcomed by a shrill moan that was nearly drowned out by loud squelches.
"Ren…oh God…please…" Ami cried out as her hand wrapped around his wrist tightly. Her eyes were squeezed tight as her body chased the budding orgasm. The way his fingers stretched her so good, the way they curled inside every so often; choked sobs would come from her when he would switch the pace on her once she had gotten used to the previous one. She gasped in surprise when she felt her leg get lifted from its place. Her eyes cracked open and she was barely able to see Ren's face in front of hers through tear-clouded vision. Her hand gripped his shirt tightly, her hips frantically meeting his fingers as she moaned out his name.
"Is this what you like Aoi-me?" his voice was deeper than usual, a hushed husky whisper as he nipped on her earlobe. The pleasured cries that were coming from the woman brought a smile to his lips. He flattened his palm against her clit, his fingers curled as they went deeper inside of her.
Ami's eyes snapped open and she tossed her head back. "GOD !" she sobbed out as her walls clenched his fingers for dear life. He had found it, the spot that made her vision go white and made every nerve in her body burn. She couldn't hear anything that he was saying to her as she desperately bucked her hips, trying to get him to hit it again; the only reason she could faintly make out that he was speaking to her was his lips moving against the flesh of her neck.
She was so close to her second orgasm of the night. She could feel her juices flowing down her legs and towards the underside of her butt as his fingers thrust fervently inside of her. Closer and closer and closer. He kept edging her to her end by letting his fingers ghost around the spot.
"Ren…please…oh fuck…" she found herself begging for her release.
"Does my goddess want to come?" he whispered in her ear.
Wait, not him enjoying this. "Yesss…" Ami gasped and squealed when she felt a fourth finger enter her. She sobbed loudly when she felt all four fingers hit it repeatedly. Her hands now had a white-knuckled grip on his shirt and the couch as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body trembled violently as her juices coated his fingers and the couch.
"Good girl," she could hear him whispering in her ear while his fingers stayed inside. He placed gentle kisses to the side of her head as he drew her closer to him.
"Evil…" Ami whispered between gasping breaths as she nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck.
Ren couldn't help but laugh as he rested himself between her legs again. The warmth of his body and the weight of his clothed erection on her thigh brought Ami back to the reality that she was the only one naked. She kept her face buried in his neck, letting out soft utterances as her fingers began to unbutton his dress shirt. She pulled his shirt from his pants once she had gotten it open and off his shoulders. Her fingers traced their way down his sculpted chest and abs, committing every ridge to memory before they rested on his belt.
"Aoi-me…" he let out a soft groan when he felt her place a kiss on his neck. Her lips were a soft distraction as she fumbled with his belt. At the soft clink of the buckle being undone and the belt tossed to the floor, Ren rested his head on her shoulder, kissing the exposed flesh gently.
He could hear her humming and feel her nimble digits slip his pants and underwear off his hips while she placed kisses to his neck. When his dick bobbed free of its confines Ami made a small noise of surprise before her hand wrapped around the shaft.
It was hot, thick, and heavy. Her fingers grazed over a couple of veins as she took the leaking member in her hands. She stroked it double-handed at first, the slender appendages taking it gingerly as she enjoyed hearing the groans of the man above her. She placed a kiss to his jaw, just under his ear as her thumb pressed against the swollen head. Her thumb swirled around it and he buried his face in her neck to muffle the moan that escaped him.
"Aoi-me…" His moans sounded so delightful she felt herself becoming excited again.
"Hmm?" she hummed as the hand on his member began to twist with every stroke. Her fingers traced down the underside of his shaft, her nails teasingly grazing the skin until her hand reached its second destination. Another kiss under his ear as her hand gripped and massaged his sack while the other kept up its work on his member.
"Fuck…" Ren groaned, hips rocking to create more friction. "Aoi-me…are you ready?"
"Mmhmm."
Ren pulled away from her to fully remove his pants and underwear. Ami's eyes followed his every move, widening slightly at the vision of a man in front of her. Tanned skin covered slender but well-defined muscles, his dick standing at attention just under his navel. It looked just how it felt in her hands: thick, heavy, and long. Ren settled back between her legs after he grabbed a couple of the couch pillows and placed them under her hips. Pumping his member, he leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips.
"Don't run," he whispered with a small grin.
Ami's mind went blank as she chewed on her bottom lip in quiet anticipation. She watched him wrap her leg around his hip and soon she felt the sweet sensation of being stretched by him. Her mouth hung open and she wiggled under him, her walls immediately clamping down around his member. Ami's mind raced as he filled her.
"Aoi-me…" Ren bit his lip as his dick was being squeezed by her warmth. His grip on her thigh tightened as he kept pushing forward, his eyes watching as every inch of him was swallowed before he bottomed out. Already her walls were fluttering before he could move. "Aoi-"
"Ren…please move," she moaned out as she rocked her hips. Just being filled by him was amazing but she needed to feel him move. She gasped when he did just that, his hips rocking at a steady, slow pace. Soft moans came from her as her hips rolled to meet his hips, the urge to feel more of him quickly building. "Ren."
Ren, however, was trying his best to not barrel relentlessly into her. At least for the moment. It was taking all of his willpower to do so. Long, slow strokes. The slick squelch of her pussy. He really was trying his best. His self-control shattered, however, when he heard her say his name in a breathy whine. He looked down at her; her eyes clouded and full of longing, kiss-swollen lips with her lipstick smudged were parted slightly. Her hips rolled into his.
"Oh hell," Ren whispered. He gripped her thigh as he pulled out, earning a soft whine from Ami when she felt only the tip at her entrance. When saw her start to protest he only offered a smile before he thrust into her roughly, his balls hitting her with an audible clap. He grinned when the action wrested a strangled cry from Ami. He did it again and relished in the moans he was receiving from the young woman.
The room was soon filled with the sounds of wet skin slapping and both parties moaning into the no longer quiet night. Ren barreled into Ami's now dripping cunt, pulling her hips back to him when he felt her trying to move away. When she did it again, he pulled her back with a clap, his dick grazing against the spot inside of her. She cried out his name loudly as her hips bucked into his.
"Ren…" she sobbed out. She looked up to see Ren's face inches from hers, he had leaned down, pushing her legs now to her ears.
"I told you no running, Aoi-me," he whispered in her ear before he captured her lips in a sloppy kiss. He drank in her moans like a fine wine; between her moans and her pussy gripping him like crazy he was nearly hurdling to his end.
Ami could feel it too, both his and hers building. She didn't want it to end, at least not yet. She wanted to keep him to herself for just a little longer. Every time his dick reached deep in her, hell every time he would moan or groan, she found her sanity waning; it was ridiculous how good this man felt inside her. She knew he told her no running, but damn it.
"Fuck…goddess," she heard him groan against her lips as his hips slipped and his dick hit that sweet spot full force.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she cried his name. And that new nickname? As much as she hated it coming from the lips of the executives and press, he made it seem like it actually fit her.
"Ren…Ren wait…" she gasped as she patted his chest.
"Hm…what?" Ren furrowed his brow in confusion but he stopped almost immediately. "What's wrong?"
"Say it again," she told him softly as she sat up, her hands flat on his chest as she pushed him to lay backward.
Ren stared at her as he complied, biting his lip as he watched her climb on his lap. She straddled his waist, her juices coating his lower stomach as her slender hand wrapped around his twitching member.
"Say what?" He watched her pout ever so slightly as she teased the head with her thumb. He groaned softly and bucked into her hand. "Aoi-me."
"No, not that." She gazed down at him as she stroked him slowly. "Say it again, I wanna hear it more."
Ren racked his brain as he tried to remember what he had said to her, admittedly it was hard to do with the feeling of her hand stroking him. The little flicks her wrist did as she pumped him along with her thumb teasing and rubbing the tip sent his brain into a deeper fog.
"Aoi-me what are you talking about…oh shit…" he gave a soft shuddering sigh when he saw her head descend on him. Her mouth was warm and wet, her slick tongue rubbing the underside of his shaft as she slowly took the entirety of his dick. "Oh damn."
She moaned around him, the vibrations from her throat drawing more moans from the singer. She looked up at him, her lips curving into a small smile at the shocked expression on his face, before she started bobbing her head, soft gagging noises escaping her whenever the mushroomed tip hit the back of her throat. Her juices and his precum tasted so good mixing together in her mouth. Her hand would twist around his member as it followed after her bobbing head. Her free hand squeezed and rubbed on the twitching sack.
"Fuck, Aoi-me," he groaned as his hand moved to the back of her head. He held her head down on his member, his hips thrusting in an attempt to fuck her throat. "Goddess."
Ami moved his hand from her head and released his member with a loud slurp as she crawled back on top of him. Her hand pumped his slick member again before she lowered herself on him with a soft moan. Lithe hands massaged his lower stomach as she rolled her hips, bouncing on his member.
"Was that what you wanted?" Ren asked as an amused chuckled melted into a low groan as his hands immediately gripped her hips.
"Yesss," Ami moaned softly as she looked down at him with hazy eyes. She pushed Ren back down when she saw him try to sit up. She shook her head, biting her lower lip as she rode him.
Ren laid back, watching her while chewing on his bottom lip in quiet surprise as she bounced. His hands massaged her sides and hips, a smile appearing on his face. "Goddess," he moaned out softly. He felt her walls flutter around him before clenching down.
Yes, she wanted to hear it again. His name escaped her as she started to ride him more fervently, her hips writing lyrics against his as that oh-so-familiar pressure was building in the pit of her stomach again. She could feel his hips thrusting to meet hers with audible claps as his hands held onto her ass with a white-knuckled grip.
"Fuck…" she heard him moan out as he sat up and pulled her taut to his lap and chest. Ren kissed her again before his head moved to her neck, biting at the exposed flesh. He couldn't take it anymore. He pinned her back on the couch, wrapping her legs around his waist once more as he full-bored into her. Almost immediately she returned into a writhing mess under him, her hips fucking him back as her back arched high. She gasped and sobbed his name as her walls started spasming around his member. Chasing sweet release he was focused on feeling her orgasm first, his second; craving to feel her juices covering his dick. He looked down briefly, letting out a groan at the sight of the ring of cream around his shaft. His hips stuttered and faltered briefly when his dick throbbed and jolted.
He leaned his head down peppering kisses across her breast as one of the hands that were on her ass moved between them. "You really are a goddess," he muttered into the valley between her breasts as his finger flicked against her clit.
"Reeeennn…" she cried his name as her body twitched under him. She was coming undone, her walls frantically gripping his member as she shivered. Over her moans, she could barely make out Ren's voice as he spoke to her while his fingers circled her clit. "Ren…oh god I'm…" Her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling his head upward to kiss her. Her body felt burning hot as her release ran through her like lightning in her veins as her vision went pure white.
"Fuck…" Ren groaned against her lips as he fucked her through her orgasm, his own crashing over him like a tidal wave. His cum shot out in streams until it dribbled down her thighs.
The two lay a crumpled heaving mess on the couch. Sweat soaked and content, Ren rubbed small circles on Ami's thigh as a way to help the trembling woman come down from her high. He started to pull out and the woman whimpered, moving back closer to him.
"Aoi-me," he pecked her lips.
"No…don't move yet," she whispered as she clung to him.
"As you wish." He shifted and wrapped his arms around her, chuckling softly as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.
"Aoi-me…?"
"Yes?"
"Would you like to go on a date when we wake up?"
Ami giggled softly, her heart swelling at the proposition. "Yes, though I think that was supposed to come before this Jinguuji-san." She yelped and laughed softly when pinched her hip.
"You're right," he admitted as he pinched again, "I should have realized my feelings for you sooner."
"You realizing them now is all that matters," Ami said as she traced a finger over the scratch marks she left on his chest. She smiled when he placed a kiss on her forehead.
After a few minutes passed, Ren pried himself from Ami's arms and stood. She watched him make his way to her bathroom and return after the water for the bath started to run. He picked her up with another kiss before carrying her off.
The next morning Ami awoke in her bed to the sound of shuffling in her living room. She pulled herself from the covers but squeaked when her legs folded under her. Oh right, she still had Bambi legs. Grumbling under her breath she managed to pull herself up and wobbled over to the doorway to see what was going on. She smiled slightly at the sight of Ren walking around her living room in his underwear. He had busied himself with cleaning up the aftermath of their night together. The sliding door to her balcony had been opened and her clothes had been draped over the arm of one of the armchairs. He had even started moving some of her packed boxes to a safer location.
"You're an early riser?" Ami asked with a small curious smile as she wobbled her way to him. "I remember one of your interviews said the opposite."
"No, I'm not," Ren chuckled softly. "It's almost lunch, Aoi-me."
"Oh…OH GOD, YOUR RECORDING SESSION TODAY!"
"I already told Masato that I would make it to the studio tomorrow," Ren chuckled. He wrapped his arms around Ami and kissed her gently.
"Mmnnn, fine," she smiled. "Do you want something to drink?"
"You still owe me coffee," Ren joked, "last night you gave me dessert."
Ami's face burned as she playfully hit his chest before pulling away to make her way to the kitchen. "You can sit down you know, you don't have to clean."
"After we clean your couch."
"There are two perfectly good armchairs you can sit in!" Ami whined. Stupid sexy troll, Ami thought as she turned the coffee maker on. Her face burned brighter when she heard him laughing more. She looked up and smiled at the sight of Ren sitting in the armchair, his gaze focused on birds that had perched themselves on the railing of her balcony. She set cups of poured coffee on a small serving tray with a bowl of sugar and a small bottle of creamer placed beside them.
She walked over to where Ren sat and put the tray in front of him before handing him his cup. She watched as he put two cubes of sugar and a pinch of creamer into the cup before taking a sip. She realized she was staring when Ren took her hand and pulled her to sit in his lap, his free arm wrapping around her waist. Aside from the noise from the street and the birds chirping everything was quiet between the new couple.
Two raps on her door immediately brought them from their reverie, causing them to look at each other.
"Are you expectin' anyone?" Ren asked her curiously.
"No." Ami set her cup of coffee on the table and walked over to the door. She cracked it open and let out a loud squeak before she slammed it closed.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing! Nothing! Wrong dorm!" Ami said as she leaned against the door.
"Ami-chaaaaaan! Let us iiiinnnn~!"
"Aren't those your friends?"
"Nooo, they're just girls who sound like them." Ami laughed nervously. Ami let out a loud yelp when she felt the door get thrown open.
Chiyo and Nanase entered the dorm with large bags full of takeout and tray of drinks in their hands and big grins. Nanase was the first to round the corner and stared in shock at seeing Ren sitting in his underwear.
"What's the big idea of not letting us in?" Chiyo demanded. "We brought food since you didn't answer our texts. We wanna know how last night went!"
"Chiyo we should go," Nanase said as she went back and tugged on the short girl's arm.
"What why? She has some explaining to do Nana."
"Chiyo," Nanase took her friend's face in her hands and turned her head to look at Ami's guest.
"Oh!" Chiyo laughed nervously as Ami hid her blushing face in her hands. "Sorry, we didn't think she'd have company! We'll be going now…here take the food." Chiyo set the gifts on the coffee table before backing towards the door with Nanase in tow.
Ami started to close the door but was stopped by Chiyo's foot. "What now Chiyo?" she whined.
"Nothing, I just hope Jinguuji-san took care of our goddess last night." Ren snorted and nearly spit out his coffee when he heard the girl's comment.
"OH COME ON!" Ami cried in embarrassment and slammed the door in her friend's face. She whipped her head around when she heard Ren laughing loudly. "Ren!"
END
Welp, here we are at the end. If you made it this far you're a trooper. If you enjoyed the fic or if you have suggestions on how I can improve drop 'em in the reviews! I'll see y'all in another 7 years...maybe :D