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A Sakura Romance
Chapter 2 - Aroused Feelings
Silently the couple walked up the stairs. At the door, Takeru fumbled in his wet pockets for his keys, with his excessively wet fingers. At this time, Sora took to notice him some more... She perceived his innocence, and now, she noticed his eyes. Those deep cerulean eyes...
What am I getting at? she thought. He's younger than I am... Besides, I am like a mother to him... But he's so handsome... Why did I just notice it now?
Finally, the blonde-haired boy found his keys, and saw that Sora was looking at him. He blushed again, then smiled, as he slipped his key into the lock. Turning it, and pushing the door open, they walked into the apartment. The kitchen was to their immediate left, as they walked into the living room. To the right were three rooms... one was obviously his, one of them his mother's, and the remaining one was the bathroom. The bathroom was the sole divider between the child and the parent.
"Er... you can dry off in the bathroom... I can just dry off in my room," said Takeru, as he opened the far right door and walked inside.
"Okay..." was Sora's short reply when she opened the middle right door, and walked into the bathroom. She slowly undressed, pulling her shirt up over her head to take it off, and shaking her head, to get rid herself of the water that got stuck in her hair. Then she pulled her skirt down and stepped out of it. She took a random green towel from the towel rack, and slowly dried herself, leaving her underwear on. She wrapped it around herself, and stepped outside, leaving her clothes to dry by the radiator. Once she stepped outside, she noticed Takeru was stripped down to his boxers, sitting on the couch watching television. She blushed at the sight, and so did he, once he noticed what towel she was using.
"Hey that's my towel..." he said.
"Oh this is? I didn't know..." she apologized.
"That's okay. You can use it." he replied, and gave a smile. Sora's heart melted again.
"Thanks." Oh my god... his smile... she thought.
Takeru resumed watching television, seeing there was a baseball game on. Sora took a seat next to him, and stared at him. She stared at his blonde hair, his cerulean eyes that looked into the game, and his physique. His muscles shown through his skin, no doubt due to him playing basketball; he looked very attractive to her.
Hmmm... I wonder...
Seducingly, she ran her fingers down his right arm, from up top the shoulder to down to his hand. He shuddered a little, and turned his head to look at her. She dove into his eyes, gazing into them, before he turned around to watch the game again. She repeated her actions, but this time he closed his eyes... He was feeling relaxed. He slowly felt like falling into a dreamy sleep, but Sora didn't want him ruining her fun. She took her right hand and gently wrapped it around his form, her left hand moving to play with his hair. At first he was shocked at her actions, and try to move away, but he soon realized he was cornered; his back was to the cushions on the couch, and the armrest was to his left. Sora had him on his right. Her grip was too tight on him for him to move, so he just played the moment, like he did with Hikari. He placed his arms around her waist, and played with the towel flap that was loose when she wrapped it around her. Sora took the opportunity like a succubus, and leaned forward, devouring him. A deep passionate kiss. Her lips stuck to his as they kept to that kiss. To Takeru, it was heaven. To Sora, it was a new rush of life that had swept up her dead form.
Takeru had played with the flap too much. The towel had then loosened, and slowly fell off of Sora's body, leaving her only in her two-piece underwear. But she didn't care, as she pushed against Takeru's form, after stopping to breathe, and locked with him into another passionate kiss. She had then been overcome with physical lust, and pressured herself to push him to the couch, pushing against his form, radiating her beauty from her lips, and reviving his dead, sour lips.
Then they tired, and slept the rest of the night. That rainy summer night. Even in their dreams they heard the raindrops splashing against the windowpane. No longer did they dream of the Yagamis, the ones that betrayed them. They dreamed of each other. Their newfound love had affected them so much. Takeru and Sora... but what would everyone else think?
For hours they slept. It wasn't until the sun broke from the clouds did they wake. Takeru was the first. When he woke up, he noticed he was sleeping on the couch, but what he also noticed was Sora sleeping on top of him, her back showing up top, with only her underwear on.
Hey what the... he thought, until he remembered to last night. Oh yeah. He slowly pushed Sora off from up top of him, which was hard to do without waking her up, since she had her arms around him. Finally when he finished what he dubbed the impossible, he walked into his room to put some clothes on. It was when he shut the door did Sora wake up.
What am I doing on the couch...? she wondered, until she looked down at herself, blushed, and remember. Oh yeah... Man is Takeru delicious or what... she thought, succubus-like. She picked up the stray green towel from the floor, and walked into the bathroom, to see if her clothes had dried. When she went in, Takeru walked back out, with a fresh change of clothing. He started to tidy up the small mess he and Sora created, when Sora came out of the bathroom, clothing all dry and wrinkled.
"Good morning, Sora." Takeru greeted.
"Good morning." she replied, full with glee. Suddenly, the phone rang from it's jack on the wall. Takeru grasped the phone from the wall and put it to his ear.
"Hello? Takaishi residence, Takeru speaking." he said into the receiver.
"Takeru? It's me Miyako!" said a voice they shouted loudly from the phone. It was loud enough for Sora to hear and the decibels made Takeru wince.
"DAMN MIYAKO! Tone it down! That hurt!"
"Sorry, sorry."
"So, what's up?"
"Oh, nothing much. The whole gang wants to meet up at the park tomorrow for a good ol' fashion fun day."
"Everyone?"
"Bingo! No wait... I think Koushiro and Jyou aren't coming..."
"...ah well."
"By the way, where has Yamato gone? I haven't seen him the past week."
"He and the Teenage Wolves went on tour."
"HE'S ON TOUR!?" asked a surprised Miyako.
"Didn't I tell you?"
"No you didn't! That's pretty cool! Well... I'll see ya!"
"I'll see ya too." He placed the phone back on the jack.
"Yamato's on tour?" asked Sora.
"Yeah. An agent hooked them up with a very internationally known company."
"That's good for him."
"Yeah."
"So what Miyako call about, Takeru?"
"Everyone wants to meet up tomorrow to have some fun."
"Even Taichi and Mimi?"
"You mean Taichi hooked up with Mimi?!"
"That was the bitch I was talking about..." She bent her dead down as she slowly said that.
"...I'm not sure if we should go."
"Why not?"
"Taichi will be there. That would mean Hikari would be there also, and no doubt her new boyfriend Daisuke." He spat at the mention of his name.
"Let's go anyway."
"Why?"
"Because I'll make you." she said seducively. Takeru caught onto her, and slyly asked:
"How?" Sora smirked as she drew him into an embrave and they started to make out. Her right arm was wrapped around his neck, in a non-choking position, and her left hand played with his hair. His arms were wrapped aorund her waist, and his right hand inched ever closer to the top of her skirt... Like someone who enjoyed this, Sora didn't stop him, as she took her left hand and guided it down a small part of her skirt, before taking it out, and resumed their passionate kiss.
"Maybe, we shouldn't go..." Sora whispered with an idea in mind.
"No, I think we should. You've convinced me to go." Takeru replied.
With that, they resumed thier kiss, before resting together on the couch, still rejoicing in their newfound love.
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That's done. Chapter 3 will be around maybe sometime later today.
R+R plz!