Kyoko woke to the chorus of chirping robins. Rays of sunlight peeked through the cracks in the blinds. Disoriented, the young woman propped herself up on her elbows, and peered around through blood shot eyes before flopping back on the soft bed.
Uhn, she groaned and rubbed at her eyes in a futile attempt to wake up.
I'm in Kuon's apartment. The events of the night roared in like a tsunami, threatening to wash her away in a sea of joy, dread, and embarrassment- His body rubbing against hers, the feel of his lips as he licked and sucked, his tongue lapping her as- oh gods! I'm a floozy, I'm a hussy Kyoko began berating herself. How could I have behaved so brazenly!?
But Kyoko knew exactly how–copious amounts of rum and vodka, which explained why, while her body felt languorously pleased, her head felt like she'd been struck by a blunt object. A Kuon shaped one. She was half – maybe more– in love with him already and most definitely in lust.
A sudden image of his long tongue snaking its' way down her body flashed before her reddened amber eyes. Despite being highly intoxicated, she remembered every millisecond of their late-night rendezvous. Kyoko had been–
–sitting, back pressed against the black leather sofa as she rested her head against her upraised knees, when she heard the shuffling of feet and looked up to find Kuon stopped about a foot away, gazing down at her. His enchanting emerald eyes were brimming with emotion- concern and affection? maybe, though Kyoko couldn't be sure. Where did his usual composure go? she wondered.
"I'm sorry I ran off like that- I just didn't want there to be a mess…" he trailed off awkwardly, a slight blush warming his cheeks. "Are you ok?" he asked.
She gave a shaky nod in affirmation, eyes wide as the full implication of what he meant hit her. Oh, that's why he rushed off to the bathroom….She startled a bit as he effortlessly lifted her and carried her princess-style to the bedroom where he gently laid her on the bed.
He was the King of the Night again- full of confidence and sensuality. "I want to make you feel good Kyoko," came his velvet voice. "Like you just did for me."
Kyoko felt her already warm body flush crimson. "Y-yes." It sounded like a squeak.
Kuon smiled like the cat who ate the canary. His mouth began to devour hers, then traveled lower- kissing, licking, and sucking a slow, worshipful path down her body until his tongue reached the places no one had ever touched–at least before tonight. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying out and felt him smirk each time she couldn't restrain herself. The breathy noises came embarrassingly unbidden, but Kuon seemed thoroughly pleased each time she lost the battle.
A delicious pressure began to build and intensify, drawing in like an imploding star with each thrust and caress and she was gone, lost in pleasure, her resounding moans muffled by a sudden hand to her lips. She lay incoherent on the soaked duvet for what felt like several minutes before sense returned to her. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, tenderly repositioned her, and crawled into the bed beside her. Kyoko promptly fell asleep in his warm embrace.
The sound of muffled voices work her sometime later, Kuon and Sho talking in the hallway just down from her room, but in another moment they were forgotten.
Kyoko realized how little she'd gotten last night. She was going to have to work another busy shift on too little sleep.
At a scant 18 years, Kyoko was no stranger to hard work. She had worked her ass off to recently become appointed the youngest commis (junior) chef on record for any of the gourmet restaurants operating in the twenty Fuwa No Omotenashi or Fuwa Hospitality Group (an internationally acclaimed and operating hotel chain) hotels. Though adopted into the Fuwa family at a young age, the Fuwa's hadn't given Kyoko their last name due her lacking their blood, but in a way Kyoko was grateful in a way because it afforded her some anonymity.
Ugh, she groaned, rubbing her temples, trying to alleviate her monster headache as she shuffled down the hall to the bathroom with her toiletries pouch. After a quick shower, she studied herself in the mirror. Kyoko had never considered herself very attractive, with her smaller sized chest and average features, though there'd been a couple boys who'd told her she was cute (the first of the only two boys she'd ever kissed [until last night] taught her how to French kiss, but he'd broken up with her when she refused to go any further), and this morning she felt she looked washed out.
I'd better put on an extra layer of foundation, she thought as she tipped her head back to moisten her eyes with some drops. Gah, that didn't help at all, Kyoko despaired- there would be no hiding that Kyoko had been involved in something interesting last night and the kitchen staff gossiped worse than a bunch of old ladies over bingo.
More importantly, while Kyoko didn't regret last night's events, she was left feeling like she had one leg in quicksand, threatening to pull her under. Kyoko was plain, as her rather vocal stepbrother had always told her, or maybe cute at most like those boys had said, but Kuon was stunningly gorgeous with sparkling blonde hair, summer meadow green eyes, and a tall muscular body any guy would kill for. He was, in fact, a renowned model already at the age of twenty-one and also graduated from an esteemed business school a full year ahead of schedule. Recently, he'd landed a prestigious job too.
In short, he was the epitome of 99 percent of the female population. It was that guy who had known her technically since before she'd been born and was her stepbrother's best friend, who she counted as her own friend - that guy who undressed her last night, who saw every naked inch of her, who'd rubbed his himself against her until–she felt another furious blush rise to her cheeks. It was that guy who'd touched every inch of her last night.
Oh gods, this was really complicated.
A buzzing sound came from the nightstand, one she dully recognized as her phone.
As she picked up the device she caught a glimpse of the time and nearly dropped it in panic. "Crap!" she shrieked, remembering her date with Moko. She was already running fifteen minutes late and it would take another fifteen to get to the coffee shop.
Moko's going to kill me! Kyoko groaned into her hands. Snatching up her keys, she glanced around quickly to ensure the coast was clear –and fled.
=x=x=x=
Kanae Kotonomi daintily sat on the pleather bench seat at Starbucks, elegantly sipping her caramel light Frappuccino, the smattering of curses escaping her full lips in sharp contrast to her refined visage. Though not wealthy in the least, she had carefully crafted the perception of lavish living by dressing in high end, designer attire from her medium heel slouch boots to the sunglasses she'd donned as she headed out the door to meet her quirky best friend, Kyoko Mogami. She went to great lengths, even paying for ridiculously overpriced coffee.
"Damn it," Kanae continued to grumble. Kyoko was now 30 minutes late and she hadn't been able to get ahold of her all morning. She'd been so abnormally vague about what she was going to be doing last night that Kanae suspected she might have met a guy….No way, there's just no way a girl who'd barely done anything before would spend the entire night with a guy right? Nooope, Kanae thought, chuckling to herself.
Besides, her lazy, asshole of a stepbrother was unlikely to let anything happen to her. Sho pretended not to care, but Kanae had seen through his ruse- if anything she suspected he cared a little too much. Just as she was about to throw in the towel– speak of the devil–aKyoko sized flurry rushed in.
"Where in the name of Hel have you been!?" Kanae demanded, her voice reaching a shrill pitch at the last word. She was taking a mythology course in pursuit of an arts degree.
"Moko! I'm so sorry!" Kyoko exclaimed with a breathless bow.
"Ugh, no bowing in public, remember?" She softly walloped her peculiar friend on the back of her lowered head. "Now sit."
Kyoko obeyed before her brain even had a chance to process the words. How does she do that? Kyoko wondered.
Suddenly Kyoko was forced back, pressed against the back of the seat as Kanae full body leaned, hands on Kyoko's thighs, over her to stare intently into Kyoko's face.
"Wh-what are you doing Moko? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm gazing intently into your big beautiful amber eyes because I'm trying to figure out the best way to approach you for a kiss," Kanae deadpanned, batting her eyelashes.
"Whaa- whaat!?" stammered a red-faced Kyoko who was suddenly three feet away, practically sitting on an elderly woman's lap. "You know I love you, but not- not like that. I–"
Kanae interrupted her by grabbing her arm while offering a quick apology to the woman they disturbed who looked at them both like they belonged in a looney bin.
"Mo, you blockhead," Kanae ran a hand over her face. "I was trying to tell if you were with someone last night."
"That's not any better!" Kyoko protested. "By the way, why not Hades? He's more popular."
"Huh? Oh." Moko breezily waved her hand as she explained, "Anyone with half a brain knows the ruler of the underworld is a woman. "Now, quit trying to change the subject and just tell me what happened because I can tell something–or someone– did."
The two young women huddled together as Kyoko, staring down at her hands in embarrassment, relayed the previous nights' events, going so far as to admit that someone had popped her oral cherry. What she wouldn't admit was the who of it.
"You don't even need to tell me who. I already know it must have been Kuon."
Kyoko straightened. "How did you know that?" she asked, her voice laced with shock.
"Because I have eyes. I've seen the way you both have been looking at each other this last year."
Kyoko blushed candy apple red. "Oh, I hadn't realized I was being that obvious- wait! Did you just say both!?"
Kanae nodded. She noticed how her friend's eyes had begun to shine with a renewed light. "I did. He's been in to you for a while now."
"Oh gods, Moko, I think I might be in l-love with him, but I have no idea what to do or say when I see him next," Kyoko agonized.
Kanae noticed a silver Porsche 911 pull into the lot.
"Well, you'd better think of something fast because here he comes," Kanae warned, gesturing towards the already opening door. This ought to be fun.