I sigh heavily, trying to muster up the courage to open the door. There were still girls everywhere, but now some boys. Not much had changed, I guess. It felt weird, seeing them, dressed the way I was. I had on black dress slacks, black dress shoes, and a green cotton dress shirt that my image consultant had said brought out my eyes.
Yes, I have an image consultant. Blame my father.
I bit my lip and opened the door, stepping inside cautiously. Omi was surrounded by girls and Yoji was flirting with some woman. A girl who I guessed was Aya's sister was sitting at the cash register, helping a long line of boys pay for the flowers they held in their hands. I didn't see Aya anywhere. Maybe that was a good thing and I could surprise him later.
Omi had his back turned to me and I used it to my advantage. I lightly tapped him on the shoulder and waited.
"Just a secong, miss," he said quickly, not really looking at me and turning back to the girl he was talking to. I smirked when he froze and looked back at me, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.
"Hi, Omi," I said quietly.
"KEN!!" he shouted and glomped onto me, wrapping his arms around my neck and holding on tightly. "Ken, we've missed you SO MUCH! We don't know how we got by when you left! How have you been?! You look great!"
"Omi, I can't breathe," I gasped, causing him to let go of me. Yoij had walked over after he heard Omi's shouts and hugged me loosely around the waist.
"Look at you," he chuckled with a grin, "All shnazzied up. What has that father of yours done to you?"
"He made me go back to school. I'll be going to college and majoring in business in two months," I repiled with a grin. I had purposely neglected telling them this because I wanted to see their faces, and boy were they great. Their eyes were huge and Omi hugged me again telling me how great that was.
Some of the girls who had been admirers of mine started talking to me. i was polite, but dear GOD, those girls got annoying. Aya's sister was looking at me curiously before Yoji walked over and said somehting to her. I couldn't help but wonder where Aya was.
"Hey, Omi, where's Aya?" I asked softly once I'd gotten away from the girls and Omi had a spare second.
"She's right over there."
"No, I mean, my Aya," I corrected.
"Oh," Omi said, "He's Ran now. Aya is his sister's name. It's kind of hard now, but you get used to it. He's picking up some peat soil from the store a few blocks away. He should be home soon. Do you want to go downstairs and I'll send him down?"
I nodded and quickly made my escape, avoiding the fan girls. Downsatirs was exactly the same except they'd gotten a new couch. Fortunately, the TV still had satellite and I was able to watch the soccer game; Venezuela against Brazil. Very exciting.
So I was laying there, stretched out on the couch, without shoes because they were uncomfortable, dammit! I heard Him walking down the steps. I smiled.
"Is there a reason you've been avoiding me, Ran? I've called more times than I can count and you're never here for some reason," I said lightly, flipping through the channels because commercials were on.
"You came back." he whispered.
"I told you I'd visit. When I said I loved you I meant it and I don't abandon the people I love," I replied, getting slightly worried. Was he mad at me? I didn't want him to be mad at me. God, if he said one wrong word, it would undo months of therapy, but he didn't know that. I did and I was scared. I knew that I couldn't help but go back to where I started if he didn't want me.
He silently walked over and sat next to my hip. My shirt had fallen in a way that left and inch or so of bare skin between it and my pants. I liked that I looked a little bit seductive without looking slut. I just looked... natural, in my opinion. I liked that thought. Natural.
"You still love me?" he said softly, "After the things I said and called you and accused you of-"
"Silly Ran. Love isn't about what you do. It's about who you are. I love who you are. I love you."
He looked down at me, my face resting in my palm that was proppped up by me elbow. I felt like saying 'don't hate me because I'm beautiful,' or something of that sort. I had gained a lot more confidence during the year I'd been gone, but I wanted Ran to make the first move. I was a little afraid of him finding my piercings.(Yes, I had more than one.) What would he think of them? What if he thoughts piercings were gross? What if it was a major turn-off for him? What if-
My thoughts ended when he leaned down and captured my lips with his. I moaned into his warm mouth. It had been a year since I'd received a kiss from him, and believe me when I say that's way too long.
He put his hands behind my head and pulled it closer (surprisingly not noticing one of my piercings. If you guessed tongue, you were right. Now try for the other!), stradling my thighs as he did. He used one of my hands to grab his hip and his should with the other. I was in Heaven. I didn't want it to ever end. I wanted him to make love to me right there on the couch.
No one had ever made love to me, but I definately wasn't a virgin. There's a large difference between fucking and making love. Fucking is when you use someone else's body to get pleasure for yourself. Making love is when you give yourself to someone for their pleasure and your own pleasure is just an added bonus. By that definition, I suppose I have given myself to people, but never entirely willingly. I wanted Ran to make love to me.
"Ken," he whispered against my lips before moving down my jaw and moving up to suck on my earlobe. I had to struggle to keep form screaming his name at the top of my lungs. He was so amazing. No one had ever made me feel that way before.
He moved his lips down, kissing and sucking the taught muscles of my neck as he did. I could feel his arousal rubbing against my hip as he began unbuttoning my shirt. One sleeves slid off my shoulder as I layed flat on my back. He kissed down my chest, coming to my nipple and-
He stopped.
"Ken, what the Hell is that?"
"It is a metallic blue hoop with a black bead on it," I replied.
"I can see that. Why is it going through your nipple?"
I ran my hands through his hair as he stared at my piercing and didn't make eye contact.
"I wanted to do something that I had never done before. I wanted to be different from the way I was before, but still be... me. The me inside that nobody bothered to find, the me I wasn't able to be back then, the me that I am now, the me that I acutally like. I like me and me includes a little hoop through my nipple. I was hoping you could like that me, too."
I sounded like my psychiatrist, but maybe it would make him accept my nipple-ring. He was running his fingertips over it and it felt amazing. I moaned slightly and he frowned slightly.
"What does it do?" he asked, staring at it.
"Well, it normally just sits there, but I've been told it heightens sensitivity. I don't really know since I haven't slept with anyone since I left here."
Ran cocked his head, then bent down slightly and brushed his lower lip against it. I moaned loudly before he took it into his mouth and used his tongue to wiggle the hoop. God, I was PURRING for crying out loud.
His lips smirked around my nuben (hehe, that's a funny word. sorry, i'm being stupid ^_^) and he finished unbuttoning my shirt, then moved down to my pants. I held my breath as he undid the first button, lowered the zipper, then stuck his hand-
OH FUCK, YES!!
To Be Continued...
Sorry for cutting it off there, but I had to keep it R for the people who read the first one, but aren't old enough to read NC-17. If I get enough complaints, I'll be sure to write a separate part. ^_^
Yes, I have an image consultant. Blame my father.
I bit my lip and opened the door, stepping inside cautiously. Omi was surrounded by girls and Yoji was flirting with some woman. A girl who I guessed was Aya's sister was sitting at the cash register, helping a long line of boys pay for the flowers they held in their hands. I didn't see Aya anywhere. Maybe that was a good thing and I could surprise him later.
Omi had his back turned to me and I used it to my advantage. I lightly tapped him on the shoulder and waited.
"Just a secong, miss," he said quickly, not really looking at me and turning back to the girl he was talking to. I smirked when he froze and looked back at me, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.
"Hi, Omi," I said quietly.
"KEN!!" he shouted and glomped onto me, wrapping his arms around my neck and holding on tightly. "Ken, we've missed you SO MUCH! We don't know how we got by when you left! How have you been?! You look great!"
"Omi, I can't breathe," I gasped, causing him to let go of me. Yoij had walked over after he heard Omi's shouts and hugged me loosely around the waist.
"Look at you," he chuckled with a grin, "All shnazzied up. What has that father of yours done to you?"
"He made me go back to school. I'll be going to college and majoring in business in two months," I repiled with a grin. I had purposely neglected telling them this because I wanted to see their faces, and boy were they great. Their eyes were huge and Omi hugged me again telling me how great that was.
Some of the girls who had been admirers of mine started talking to me. i was polite, but dear GOD, those girls got annoying. Aya's sister was looking at me curiously before Yoji walked over and said somehting to her. I couldn't help but wonder where Aya was.
"Hey, Omi, where's Aya?" I asked softly once I'd gotten away from the girls and Omi had a spare second.
"She's right over there."
"No, I mean, my Aya," I corrected.
"Oh," Omi said, "He's Ran now. Aya is his sister's name. It's kind of hard now, but you get used to it. He's picking up some peat soil from the store a few blocks away. He should be home soon. Do you want to go downstairs and I'll send him down?"
I nodded and quickly made my escape, avoiding the fan girls. Downsatirs was exactly the same except they'd gotten a new couch. Fortunately, the TV still had satellite and I was able to watch the soccer game; Venezuela against Brazil. Very exciting.
So I was laying there, stretched out on the couch, without shoes because they were uncomfortable, dammit! I heard Him walking down the steps. I smiled.
"Is there a reason you've been avoiding me, Ran? I've called more times than I can count and you're never here for some reason," I said lightly, flipping through the channels because commercials were on.
"You came back." he whispered.
"I told you I'd visit. When I said I loved you I meant it and I don't abandon the people I love," I replied, getting slightly worried. Was he mad at me? I didn't want him to be mad at me. God, if he said one wrong word, it would undo months of therapy, but he didn't know that. I did and I was scared. I knew that I couldn't help but go back to where I started if he didn't want me.
He silently walked over and sat next to my hip. My shirt had fallen in a way that left and inch or so of bare skin between it and my pants. I liked that I looked a little bit seductive without looking slut. I just looked... natural, in my opinion. I liked that thought. Natural.
"You still love me?" he said softly, "After the things I said and called you and accused you of-"
"Silly Ran. Love isn't about what you do. It's about who you are. I love who you are. I love you."
He looked down at me, my face resting in my palm that was proppped up by me elbow. I felt like saying 'don't hate me because I'm beautiful,' or something of that sort. I had gained a lot more confidence during the year I'd been gone, but I wanted Ran to make the first move. I was a little afraid of him finding my piercings.(Yes, I had more than one.) What would he think of them? What if he thoughts piercings were gross? What if it was a major turn-off for him? What if-
My thoughts ended when he leaned down and captured my lips with his. I moaned into his warm mouth. It had been a year since I'd received a kiss from him, and believe me when I say that's way too long.
He put his hands behind my head and pulled it closer (surprisingly not noticing one of my piercings. If you guessed tongue, you were right. Now try for the other!), stradling my thighs as he did. He used one of my hands to grab his hip and his should with the other. I was in Heaven. I didn't want it to ever end. I wanted him to make love to me right there on the couch.
No one had ever made love to me, but I definately wasn't a virgin. There's a large difference between fucking and making love. Fucking is when you use someone else's body to get pleasure for yourself. Making love is when you give yourself to someone for their pleasure and your own pleasure is just an added bonus. By that definition, I suppose I have given myself to people, but never entirely willingly. I wanted Ran to make love to me.
"Ken," he whispered against my lips before moving down my jaw and moving up to suck on my earlobe. I had to struggle to keep form screaming his name at the top of my lungs. He was so amazing. No one had ever made me feel that way before.
He moved his lips down, kissing and sucking the taught muscles of my neck as he did. I could feel his arousal rubbing against my hip as he began unbuttoning my shirt. One sleeves slid off my shoulder as I layed flat on my back. He kissed down my chest, coming to my nipple and-
He stopped.
"Ken, what the Hell is that?"
"It is a metallic blue hoop with a black bead on it," I replied.
"I can see that. Why is it going through your nipple?"
I ran my hands through his hair as he stared at my piercing and didn't make eye contact.
"I wanted to do something that I had never done before. I wanted to be different from the way I was before, but still be... me. The me inside that nobody bothered to find, the me I wasn't able to be back then, the me that I am now, the me that I acutally like. I like me and me includes a little hoop through my nipple. I was hoping you could like that me, too."
I sounded like my psychiatrist, but maybe it would make him accept my nipple-ring. He was running his fingertips over it and it felt amazing. I moaned slightly and he frowned slightly.
"What does it do?" he asked, staring at it.
"Well, it normally just sits there, but I've been told it heightens sensitivity. I don't really know since I haven't slept with anyone since I left here."
Ran cocked his head, then bent down slightly and brushed his lower lip against it. I moaned loudly before he took it into his mouth and used his tongue to wiggle the hoop. God, I was PURRING for crying out loud.
His lips smirked around my nuben (hehe, that's a funny word. sorry, i'm being stupid ^_^) and he finished unbuttoning my shirt, then moved down to my pants. I held my breath as he undid the first button, lowered the zipper, then stuck his hand-
OH FUCK, YES!!
To Be Continued...
Sorry for cutting it off there, but I had to keep it R for the people who read the first one, but aren't old enough to read NC-17. If I get enough complaints, I'll be sure to write a separate part. ^_^