All in the Game of Love

Kicking back with the 20th chappie and the kiss! *does a little dance around the room* Anyway, thank you for the overwhelming reviews and I really appreciate it all! ARIGATOU! All of you made my day so I'm sending lotza love here!

Hope all of you enjoy this chapter and sit back and relax!

As always

Mysterio000

p.s. the almighty one!

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Fire. Sweet, sweet fire.

That was all he was wary of as his lips pressed upon hers, grazing those crimson jewels with such softness that flames began licking at his every ounce of energy within him. Tentative at first, he gave her time to pull away, expected her to shove him and slap him in the face for his reckless action, but none of it came in the way.

And it was all too good to be true. Too heavenly to be considered an emotion known to the mortal world. Pure bliss.

If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up from it. He didn't dare to open his eyes to watch her reaction, to see the amusement and shock flashing in those mesmerizing eyes of hers. If that happened - God, he wasn't sure he could handle the humiliation. But that was later and this was now. He would think about the consequences later.

For this moment in time, he only wanted to taste the sweetness in those lush lips of hers.

All thoughts ceased from his mind and his mouth began to work its magic, nibbling at the bottom of her lips. Ah, Lord damn him, but she was sweet. Delicious. Hot.

And she was driving him crazy.

Hormones into overdrive, he continued to plunge in, his lips gently massaging hers relentlessly, sending delightful chills of tremor up his spine. His emotions whirled within him like a thundering storm and his heart beat against his ribcage in anticipation. She wasn't responding at all, which he didn't know whether to place it in the good or bad category. But heck, that didn't matter. Nothing could stop him now once he got into action.

His lips continued its voyage, nibbling on hers with such intensity, silently begging her to return his kiss. Those wordless pleads began to take effect, sinking into the numb mind of the girl lying before him, lips conquered thoroughly by the blue-eyed boy who spared no mercy to her raging emotions.

And by Lord, it was killing her.

Eyes wide, she was still uncertain of how to act, what to do. She was only conscious that the guy she had came to be secretly fond of was now kissing her. Kissing her with such wanting and need that it fuelled her racing heartbeats even more. Perhaps it was a moment of folly that had caused him to kiss her, or perhaps he had just merely wanted to shut her up.

But surely…surely it could be more?

A shaky sigh escaped from the raven-haired lady, still well aware that the heat building up between the two of them was tormenting her too much. Too much for her to take, to bear. A strong urge built within her and she fought to quell it.

No, Eriol Hiiragizawa had merely kissed her because he was just carried away. Nothing more. It couldn't be. She knew he wasn't fond of her as much as she was of him. So why? Why now?

A soft moan knifed through her as his mouth mercilessly tackled hers, creating a mind-boggling maze in her mind and heart. He had now taken the kiss a step further, deepening it with such wanting that it bloomed a quaver of emotions in her heart.

And it felt gratifying. Wonderful.

Deciding to give in to her overpowering emotions and thoughts, she snaked an arm around his waist, fighting no more with the tide that now stormed her every senses.

Her single touch caused Eriol to tremble incessantly, feeling the bare feel of her skin through the thin material of his shirt. Where she had touched left a trail of fire blazing thereafter and he thought he was surely burning at the moment.

And his long and relentless seeking was finally rewarded.

He felt her lips part and he began plummeting even further, wanting to sip every of that sweetness away, needing to feel the burning sensation of the hot cavern waiting beneath. No longer thinking, he tightened an arm around her small waist and his tongue slowly darted in to meet with hers.

Time was no longer a barrier. In fact, nothing could come between them now. Nothing could keep him away from her kiss; nothing could stop him from delving in deeper anymore. Even his usually wilful conscience was nowhere in the distance.

Her other arm wrapped around his waist, wrenching a deep groan from his throat as he leant in even closer to mold her into his embrace. Their tongues touched briefly, recoiled, and then met again.

Heat. Such heat. Gratifying, intoxicating, ripe.

Why he had resisted the urge in the first place was foreign to him now. This was heavenly, a gift sent from God directly. He wasn't about to misplace it anytime now.

He pulled back momentarily to catch his breath, instantly feeling a loss of himself when his mouth left hers. Not bothering to apprehend on the reason anymore, he returned to meet her lips once more, capturing the every essence of eternity within that one swift movement.

*

"This is home in my definition, exactly!" A lady with dark tresses tumbling down the side of her face exclaimed with joy as she stepped out of the cab with a plentiful of luggage by her side. Her beauty was unquestionable, the slight make-up on her face making her look younger even at the middle of her 40s.

Behind her, Ethan Hiiragizawa shot a wistful smile, gazing at the beautiful white mansion before him. "Yes, it has been awhile, hasn't it, Theresa?"

The lady smiled jovially, falling into pace with her husband as he assisted in helping her with the luggage into the living hall. It made her glad to see that everything was still well kept and tidied in the house.

"Is Eriol at home?" Theresa asked Ethan, following him up the stairway to the second storey to unpack.

"Yes, I supposed so. In his room playing Counter-Strike again, I guess." Ethan let out a deep laughter and his wife joined in the humorous fact. Both understood that even though their son had grown up in these 18 years, he could never get over his addiction to LAN games.

"I'll check on him then. Perhaps distracting him and causing his online character to be bombarded by bombs and terrorists." Theresa joked as the couple began to walk into the direction of their son's room.

*

His frame shivered when her fingers trailed up his arm, returning the kiss with equalled intensity. He needed more, wanted more.

Damn, she was too sweet, too delicious for him to push away. She was irresistible.

His hands proceeded to caress her slender waist, his mouth continued to work its own brand of spell that continued to numb both their minds. He plunged deeper in, bringing her closer into his secure arms as his mouth continued to tease her. He heard a soft moan flowing from her lips and he delved in deeper to increase the delight of it all, resulting a groan from his own throat.

Knees wobbling from the kiss, he was only glad they hadn't been standing up. A blush stained his cheeks and he swallowed down those thoughts to continue kissing her.

God, he didn't know how to stop, didn't know when to stop, didn't see why he should stop. He could go on like this for hours and hours and never get enough. He continued to sip eagerly from her mouth, kisses that she was only all too willing to give, kisses that--

BLOMP!

Eyes flying opened, he hastily pulled away to see what the source of noise was, though his entire body was still aching to feel for her again.

What he saw shocked him, causing the hair on his neck to stand on its ends as he could only gaped at what his eyes met with, dumbfounded.

Choking, he spoke shakily, "D-Dad?"

Another voice occurred from behind the manly figure standing by the doorway, tone teasing and light. "You shouldn't have dropped the luggage, Ethan. They were kissing."

She came into sight and Eriol's mouth dropped even further.

"M-Mom?"

Yes, he was in deep shit this time.

His eyes quickly adverted to the right, only to find Tomoyo in the similar state he was in. She wore a look of astonishment, or perhaps something way beyond that which could not be defined easily.

He heard his father let out a snort and he returned his attention on them, still too shock for words.

"I was just…too amused, I guess." Ethan shot his son an intrigued look, definitely feeling what everybody in the room was at this moment. "I wasn't expecting something like that."

"Well, Eriol," Theresa spoke, eyes shining with mischief which the blue-eyed boy found too familiar with, "Is this your new computer game that you have yourself addicted these few days? Perhaps we shouldn't be in here. You were about to conquer the entire game, you know, son." Theresa mocked a death look at Ethan who merely shrugged it away.

"In anyway," Theresa stifled her laughter as she reached for the doorknob, "Continue with your game, Eriol. Have fun."

Eriol thought his own pair of eyes would burst if they widened even more.

"But you have a time limit," Ethan spoke up, checking his wristwatch, "15 minutes. Be down at the living room for a cup of tea, you hear, sonny?"

"Ethan! Let them finished what they were doing first! You were the one who interrupted them! They were kissing, mind you!" Theresa hissed at her husband, eyes glaring dangerously.

"Oh right, whatever." Ethan rolled his eyes, sticking his hands into his pockets, "15 minutes is more than enough for a kiss, right, Eriol?" His eyes penetrated into those momentary wide orbs of his son, questioning.

Of course, both parents knew they were causing an eruption of larva on the expression on their son's face, for they could see he was burning up with red already.

"Alright then," Theresa's eyes crinkled, closing the door after them, "Next time, close the door before you do anything…personal."

And then the door closed shut.

What?

Eriol's mind took awhile to register before everything finally rushed back into his mind at an accelerating speed. His heart was racing at the exact same pace, too. The kiss came back into memory and his every part of his body began to respond to it. The longing, the aching.

Everything.

He stole a glance at the lady beside him and his heart began to churn even faster. The blush on his cheeks never subsided as their gazes met across the short distance on the bed.

He couldn't read her gaze. Was she happy or frightened? He didn't want to know either way. Now that it was time to bear the consequences, the tension of it all was…tormenting him. How was he to face her after feeling like a moron for stealing a kiss from her? Hell, he was the one who initiated it in the first place. If this was humiliation, it was embarrassing and shameful indeed.

He was the first to break the eye contact, of course, thinking himself as a jerk so much at this moment. Memories of the kiss still weighed at his heart and mind and it took all his strength not to push her down to kiss her again. And again. And again. It could go on forever.

You're losing it, Hiiragizawa.

He wanted to scream. What was wrong with his mind now? Was the kiss driving him really nuts? Did he really need the mental hospital?

"You know…" He heard her speak slowly yet his eyes still refused hers. His pulse was racing a zillion times faster, expecting a long lecture or some sort. A slap would even do, perhaps. After all, he had been a stupid jerk for kissing her.

"We seem to always make the wrong impression when your parents are around." Her voice was light, teasing and his eyes lifted to meet those twinkling ones of hers. Her soft, ivory face was now colored with a charming pink, lacing around like a scarlet ribbon.

And, he noticed, her lips were slightly swollen from his kiss.

His kiss.

Forcing himself to recover, he crawled out of bed, only to stumble on a few steps on his way and having to grab onto the desk to steady himself. Great. Now he was even becoming paralyzed.

"You alright?" She asked, coming to his side immediately.

It tormented him even more.

He had to move away.

"Yeah, sure." He said, walking a few steps before her, making sure they were keeping a distance from each other. Yet every step he took was a struggle to him, making it seemed as though he had had a recent leg injury.

"Where are you going?" She queried, continuing to follow his steps as he exited the bedroom.

"I-I…I don't know." His cheeks flamed. He was stammering again! It was time he really visit his family doctor. He needed to know the sickness of these stupid symptoms.

And then his thoughts vanished when he felt her fingers tug at his shirt.

He struggled against his wild mind for a moment before gazing down at her, "What is it?"

She smiled up at him, bright and mesmerizing, doing everything to knock his guts down, "Your mother just returned today?"

He shrugged, his thoughts finally moving out of maddening territory as the topic took off in another direction, "I guess so. She hasn't been around for months. She comes back occasionally."

"So this must be her another visit again?" Tomoyo asked as the both of them walked down the steps of the stairway in unison.

"Who knows." Eriol shrugged.

"Your parents looked cute to me. They are very loving." Tomoyo said it so nonchalantly that Eriol had to look at her strangely. It had never appealed to him that his parents could be that way in someone's eyes.

"They bicker a lot." Eriol looked away, frowning. Was that considered loving between a couple? Talk about weird affections.

"You have to see what lies beneath the bickering line then." Tomoyo said with an understanding beam, leaving Eriol half in a state of confusion and half in a state of longing for another kiss again.

*

"Eriol," Theresa started, sipping from her cup of coffee as the family sat at the dining room, "What's that bruise on your forehead?"

As soon as she said that, Ethan looked across to his son to examine the multiple red streaks on his forehead, only to have a hand clamp over them. Eriol muttered something under his breath before coming up with an explanation.

"I just…tripped and fell." He mumbled quietly.

"Tripped and fell?" Theresa raised a delicately shaped eyebrow, understanding that the previous sentence was a lie, "You were that careless?"

"Or is it over a game of basketball again?" Ethan chipped in, his eyes instinctive as he glanced over his coffee cup.

Eriol sighed inwardly, "I guess." It won't hurt to lie.

Proceeding on to drill her son, Theresa began to fix her gaze on Tomoyo, whose dainty hand was raised to allow herself a sip from the iced lemon drink.

"So Eriol," Her attention returned back to the blue-eyed boy, her grin easily revealing what she was up to. Of course it wasn't something good, Eriol was sure. "How did you two first got together?"

Now how was he supposed to answer that? Eriol stared at his mother for one good minute before shrugging, his discomfort obvious as he leant back on his chair to squeeze a good explanation out of his whirling, complicated mind. Sneaking a glance beside him, Tomoyo's reaction was of no better, for she was as speechless as he was.

Finally, he sat upright on his seat and cleared his throat, not used to how his parents were contemplating him with such scrutiny.

"Well…We were classmates." He answered rather lamely.

"And?" Ethan prompted with a cocked eyebrow.

"There was…" Eriol paused to seek for the right word before letting them out in a puff of huge breath, "There was chemistry."

How pathetic, he thought silently, not willing to meet the surprised look that Tomoyo shot him.

"Chemistry, alright." Theresa stirred her coffee, her satisfied grin evidencing her please. But she was not about to let the couple off the hook that easily. "So Tomoyo, I've heard a lot about you from Ethan."

The younger lady raised a surprised eyebrow, her eyes quickly meeting with those of the older man. "You have?"

A smile lit on Ethan's face, "That's because Eriol has told me a lot about you."

Tomoyo's amused look met with the horrified expression of Eriol. "H-He has?" She almost squeaked.

Eriol wanted to bang his fists on the table. It was so darn obvious that his parents were grilling him heavily this time! If looks could kill, no doubt his parents would be dead by now.

The older couple shared a grin, each wanting to torment their son even more.

"Tomoyo, what is it about Eriol that you like?" Theresa said as she brought the cup to her lips again, hiding the mischief in her eyes.

"Mom!" Eriol cried out, no longer able to control his feelings over this heart-to-heart family talk anymore. He already hated it when his parents interfered in his personal life. Now, they were even questioning about someone who was an almost stranger to them!

Well, he thought dryly, almost.

"Shut up, Eriol," Theresa chided lightly, her attention now totally onto the raven-haired lady, "I was asking Tomoyo."

And what would Tomoyo say about him? He shot another quick look at the girl, only to grimace inwardly at the shocked look worn on her face. Damn, even his parents spared no mercy to her. How was she to answer this? This was big shit, alright.

"He…" Tomoyo paused for a long moment, looking down at her cup on the table when she lifted her gaze with a bright smile, "What's there to say about Eriol? He's cute, he's suave, he's cool."

And at that, flame rose to his cheeks and his eyes went halfway across the room to avoid any other pairs.

"I know that," Theresa laughed heartily, "Other than his wonderful physical features?"

"His character, you mean?" Tomoyo asked, casting a glance down at the blue-eyed boy whose eyes seemed a million miles away.

"Yes, of course." This time, it was Ethan who replied.

It took Tomoyo a few long seconds to think it over before a wistful smile painted her face, "He's a very determined person, I guess. He keeps his cool when things don't turn out right and he'll always know a way to handle it, being someone responsible. He's more of a collected person, calm and silent, but I think that makes him all the more adorable." She paused to think for a moment again, not noticing that the guy sitting beside her was flaming a red so crimson that both parents noticed it easily.

"He can be very stubborn and lazy at times, too, though I'm not saying that I mind those traits." Tomoyo added with a giggle to top her sentence off, the effect only adding more red streaks to the already scarlet face of Eriol Hiiragizawa.

"You mean you like a guy who is stubborn and lazy?" Theresa asked, amusement tinging her voice.

"Only if it is Eriol, because he's cute this way. Then at the same time, this gives me the opportunity to take care of him, too." Light sprinkled into amethyst orbs as she joked lightly, not noticing that Eriol would explode anytime if he got any redder.

"So you take care of him a lot?" Eriol's mother asked, trying to choke down her chuckles at the sight of Eriol's expression. It was amazing to see somebody with the capability to cause an effect like this on her son.

Tomoyo looked slightly embarrassed, adverting her gaze back down on her lap, where her fingers were intertwined together in a rather nervous grip, "I'm not saying that."

At this, Eriol raised a pair of curious eyes to the raven-haired lady before eyeing his mother again.

"I mean, I don't know if I'm doing well enough. I don't think I'm doing a good job." The girl dipped her head, as though ashamed of what she was saying.

Theresa appeared surprise for the first time that evening before looking at her son, observing the shock in those marine orbs. They were staring at the petite frame of Tomoyo Daidouji and his mouth were agape, as though the words he had planned to speak were failing to flow with his breath.

Abruptly, he turned to face his mother, their gazes meeting across the table.

"No, that's not it. She takes care of me well." He gave the one sentence that shocked the mind of all three present in the dining room.

The most surprised was Tomoyo, who ended up staring at the blue-eyed boy with her mouth wide as though he had just spoken in a foreign language.

Eriol turned his gaze to meet with hers, his innocent blue eyes portraying a sudden boyishly coy expression. For that few seconds, they shared an unreadable look on their faces before he broke away with a soft smile pasted on his lips. He looked to his mother again, who by now was smiling with such joy that he thought she would burst soon.

"And Eriol? What is it about Tomoyo that you like?" She asked, breaking the tension and creating another round soon enough.

What…What is it I like about her? He thought slowly, his gaze revolving to meet hers again. Surprised to see that she had refused his eyes for the first time he remembered, he wondered if she had expected something discouraging from his mouth.

She then looked up at Theresa, but still not glancing into his eyes, "I don't think there's much to be said about me."

An eyebrow arched, the mother spoke, "We'll leave it for Eriol to answer."

He caught her eyes momentarily before she let slip of his gaze, bending down to sip her drink again. Was it hurt he thought he saw in her eyes? As though she knew he wasn't about to say anything good about her?

And what if she thought there was nothing good about her?

"Tomoyo…She…" He paused, clasping and unclasping his hands again with anxiety, "She has a very optimistic character. Cheerful, bright, perky." He glanced down at the raven-haired lady, but still she refused to turn around to allow him to catch a look on her face. It made him tensed even more.

"I…I think she can easily cheer up anyone without even really trying, since she's always so chirpy and all." He stumbled over a few words when he spoke too fast on them.

"Is that all?" Ethan asked, his tone calm, though he wanted to find out more about his son's views on Tomoyo.

Eriol grew silent for a moment before speaking, "I think she…she gives warmth to the people around her."

That shocked Tomoyo to her wits, for she snapped out from her trance and stared with mouth agape at Eriol instantly.

And Theresa asked the question that swept tension all over the young couple again. "Does she give you warmth, too?"

For what seemed like a few good minutes of eternity, Eriol could only stare at his mother with a shocked expression, his dark azure eyes suddenly swirling to a smoky color. Finally, he dipped his gaze to Tomoyo, her amethyst eyes bearing into his with an indefinable look.

Hope? Fear? Sorrow?

Breaking the path towards her eyes, he slowly took a sip from his drink before looking up at his parents. They were contemplating him with expectancy, wanting him to respond to the question as soon as possible for the tension building around was already too much to bear.

Effortlessly, he finally let out his answer. Free and easy.

"Yes."

He could never forget the look on her face after that, staring at him with such intense emotions that it burnt something into him and stayed there forever.

And then she had smiled.

*

There was only him and his father left on the sofa as the ladies washed up the dishes in the kitchen sink. Newspaper in hands, Ethan flipped through the pages idly before raising his eyes across to meet Eriol's.

"Son?"

Eriol, who was absentmindedly changing the television channels ever so frequently, now looked up at his father, "What is it?"

Ethan appeared uncomfortable for a moment, shifting on his feet at the couch before he finally sighed. "Sorry about just now."

Cocking an eyebrow, Eriol wondered what had caused his father to apologize to him. Usually, he understood that his father was one who considered pride a number one priority. Catching a Haley's comet was a much better chance to seeing him confess an apology.

So what notion had him compel to this?

"About what?" The blue-eyed boy was confused. He was much pretty sure his father hadn't committed a sin.

He shrugged. Surely he wasn't talking about…?

"The kiss." Ethan finished for him in a short sentence, smiling sheepishly. "It was your first, I supposed?" The man thought that if his son was to go any redder, he could have opened a red paint factory already.

"Whatever." Eriol looked away hastily, returning to switch the TV channels at a rapid speed again. Not surprisingly, his mind was definitely not thinking if he should settle on tonight's news or the drama special on the other channel. Instead, his father's question held a place in his mind this time.

"I've never seen you like this before, you know, sonny." Ethan remarked, letting out a deep rumble of laughter as he closed the newspapers to give his son his full attention.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The other man replied hastily, fingers pressing the remote keys so fast, the TV was having a hard time catching up with the commands.

Ethan was about to open his mouth and speak when a voice from behind interrupted them.

"Hey men! We're not interrupting, are we?" Theresa asked lightheartedly as she settled down beside Ethan. Her gaze then fixed solely on Tomoyo, who was beginning to cause some uneasy moments for Eriol as she sat beside him with a bright smile.

"You know, Ethan," Theresa leant forward to whisper into her husband's ear, "I'm sure glad our son is beginning to grow up."

The man nodded with agreement, "We should bring a camera along some day."

"And then bring Tomoyo." Theresa's eyes crinkled, observing how Eriol was beginning to turn scarlet around Tomoyo again. "Then we'll see the very red version of Eriol Hiiragizawa!"

The couple shared a moment of laughter when a bright voice interrupted them in front.

"I should think I have to go home soon. My parents would be worried." Tomoyo stood up to eye the clock in the living hall.

"Oh that's fine. We enjoyed your company here today immensely." Theresa stood up to approach the raven-haired lady, smiling warmly, "Come again another time, Tomoyo?"

"If Eriol wants me to." She replied with a beam.

"Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't mind, would he?" Theresa cast a glance at Eriol behind, who was burning up again. He turned away to meet her questioning gaze, causing the older lady to laugh it off. "Give my regards to your parents. It was wonderful meeting you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hiiragizawa. I feel the same, too." Tomoyo giggled just as Ethan came to stand beside Theresa, giving a smile of his. It was evident that both parents had felt truly impressed with this special amethyst-eyed lady who had managed to touch their son's heart.

"By the way," Tomoyo looked behind for a brief moment, "Is it alright if Eriol walks me home?"

Surprised, Ethan's eyebrow shot up, "Isn't he supposed to do that?"

From behind, Eriol sat up from the couch, "Yeah, sure." He knew that if he was to reject the offer, his parents would be suspicious again. Already, he knew they were beginning to observe something strange about the two of them.

And the truth was, they weren't a couple yet. Well, officially.

Tomoyo waved good-bye to the smiling Hiiragizawa couple as she walked down the doorsteps with Eriol by her side. With another last exchange of smiles and farewells, the door closed behind them.

Once outside, the autumn breeze blew by peacefully, setting off a tranquil atmosphere around the couple as they walked in silence for a few minutes. Eriol had his hands in his pockets, from the rising chill or his jumbled-up thoughts, he wasn't sure, and he didn't want to know either way.

"Does your parents like me?" She spoke into the silence, lifting her orbs to his.

His gaze went distant for a moment to the singing autumn birds in the trees before shrugging, "You…were not like what they expected."

She stopped in her tracks, suddenly feeling small. Lowering her head to stare at the ground, she tugged one lock of hair behind her ears before feeling a finger tipping her chin up. She came to stare into those familiar marine eyes and she got lost in them.

"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned.

Looking away, she fought to find distraction at the rocks lining the path they were walking before speaking up, "What are their expectations actually?"

He shot her a strange look before shuffling uneasily on his feet, "I don't know." She was aware of an ache blooming in her heart as they continued walking again.

"I fell short of their expectations by a lot, I guess?" She spoke so softly that it was hard to hear what she was talking about. But it finally dawned upon Eriol and he stopped in his tracks to face her.

"Tomoyo…" He began, hating the way she was looking so…vulnerable and fragile right then. He had seen the many different sides of Tomoyo Daidouji enough to know of her as optimistic, energetic, teasing. He had never seen this side of her before and it scared him like crazy. How could he convince her that she was wrong?

"Actually," He put a finger under her chin to bring her gaze up again, "I supposed their expectations didn't even come close."

She looked surprised.

"They like you." He stated honestly, smiling slightly as they fell into pace again.

Then there was silence.

"Eriol?" She called out again.

"Yeah?"

"What you said to your mother…about me. Was it true?" She asked, ignoring the bewildered look he wore on his face immediately, "Though what I said about you was true." She broke into a smile, amidst several giggles.

Was it true? Was it true? Was it true?

Does she give you warmth, too?

"Yes."

Yes. Yes. Yes. He had said yes to his mother. In fact, he hadn't even sounded like he was lying. So…

"But I understand if you just wanted to avoid your mother's death grip." Tomoyo looked away, disallowing him to notice what she was having on her face.

But that's not true. His conscience kicked in.

"It…" He licked his lips. "It is true, I supposed."

And then she gave him the look he had remembered just now - with that killer smile on her face, that equally mesmerizing look in her eyes.

"Thank you." She said softly. "I'm glad to hear that."

When she leant in to feel for the bruise on his forehead, he cringed inwardly, but not from the pain. That familiar sensation rushed back, all too powerful for him to keep his self-control again. As she stepped just a few inches from him, he could feel her breathing beside, the scent of strawberry on her hair with a touch of grape, the silky tresses flowing down her hair that was just all too tempting for him.

And that sweet, sweet lips that he had conquered just a while ago.

That he had tasted.

"Does it still hurt?" She asked, brushing a tender finger across his scarred forehead.

It took all his willpower not to bring her into his arms and kissed her again. And by all the Holy, that was what he had wanted to do right this instant.

"N-No." He stammered for a moment before walking a few steps before her. He didn't want to be near her, for fear of his hormones betraying his implacable self-defense on the outside. The last thing he wanted was to…

Was to lose control of himself again.

"You're the first boy I kissed." She spoke out of the blue, a giggle filling her throat as they turned on an isolated corner of the street.

First boy? Well, for her first time, it was already enough to drive the other nuts.

She tried to catch his expression yet his face bore of nothing.

"I've figured I might have been." He mumbled, shrugging as he slid his hands into his pockets. Conversation about the kiss made all those memories rush back at full speed, aiming at his heart and mind once more, torturing them all over again.

"Why?" Her eyes rounded, "Did I do it wrong?"

H-How am I supposed to know!? He struggled against the urge to bury his head in his hands and to slam his head into the bark of a tree nearby. Goddammit but even if she had done it wrong, he wouldn't be sane enough to notice.

"I…I don't know!" He let out his pent-up breath exasperatedly.

"What'd you mean?" She asked, confused.

"I…You…" Ah, hell, how do I explain it? "You're…the first girl I kissed, too."

How he wanted to kill himself. How he wanted to run up the stairs of a 100-storey building and jump down and bury himself under a pile of mud. How he wanted a car to run him down and smash his head into the glass window.

How he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him alive.

He, Eriol Hiiragizawa, was the one who kissed her first, and now he had the guts to tell her that she was the first girl he had ever kissed? How lame. It was too pathetic.

He shot her sideway glance, only to catch the obvious bewilderment in her eyes.

"I'm the first girl you kissed?" She pointed to herself to emphasize on her point.

He nodded uncomfortably.

"What about your previous girlfriends? You never…kissed them before?" She asked slowly, not grasping any of this.

"I told you I don't have any ex-girlfriends already! You're the first girlfriend I have!" He exclaimed with exasperation. All this while, she was thinking he had a lot of previous girlfriends? Holy lord…

"I…see." A smile tilted her lips up before she met him straight in the eye, "So how was your first kiss?"

First kiss? It obviously meant…

His cheeks flamed a thousand shades of red and pink as he turned away quickly, the thumping in his heart and the alarm signals in his mind doing nothing to help cure the buckling of his knees. They were trembling so hard that he thought he could have fainted on the streets because they were giving way.

He needed support, dammit. Surely he couldn't cling onto her, though.

"Eriol?" She prompted again, the same charming pink encompassing her lovely face.

Then he realized he couldn't avoid the question no matter what. After all, he had kissed her without asking for her permission first. Of course he needed to answer for his deed. His stupid, stupid deed.

"Was it much of an impression?" She asked carelessly, before blushing a delicate pink when she realized what she had said, "I mean…I think…I don't know."

Much of an impression? Hell, the kiss had already created a mess of chaos into his life from then on. The battling of their tongues, the nibbling on her lips, the taste of her delicious cavern inside, the feel of her crimson jewels gently massaging his…

Was that NOT much of an impression!? He thought desperately as he realized how much he wanted to sip from that mouth again, how much he wanted to drink in that intoxicating lips that he could never get enough.

He needed control. And a lot of it to keep himself in check.

"…I don't know." He answered quietly, feeling the heat rushing to his cheeks once more as he sent a silent prayer to the Heavens not to have his knees give way to the ground.

"I hope I'm not much of a disappointment for your first time." She told him, smiling hopefully.

DISAPPOINTMENT!? Now he wanted to scream. If that kiss which drove him crazy for hours now was a disappointment, then what would be her attempt in a successful kiss?

Driving him crazy for his entire life?

God, he was losing it.

Heaven saved him, for they finally reached the steps of her house.

"I guess this is where we part." She took a step before him and then turned around, giggling. "Aren't you going to say something to me?"

"Erm…Yeah." He uttered, hating the way his body was screaming at him to wrap his hands around her and tell her not to go.

Right, now he was certain the kiss was bringing him to the edge of going paranoid.

She crossed her hands, lifting a finger up to her chin in an action of pretending to think. Then a slow smile crept upon her face, nudging something in the bottom of his stomach.

"Aren't you going to give me a good-night kiss?"

WHAT!?

Inside his mind, his heart, he was screaming with an insanity so mad that he thought he would surely faint. Yet his face showed none of that after years of confinement and discipline and he merely cocked an eyebrow.

"E-Excuse me?" Still, it came out as a stutter.

She took a step closer to him, allowing him to breathe in the enticing scent of her hair and her frame.

"Or do you need me to give you a good-night kiss?"

A goodnight kiss?

A kiss?

…Dammit. I'm losing it. Totally.

Because I…I don't know.

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END !!

TAADAA ! Of chapter I mean.

Anyway, there goes your kiss scene for all ya luvin' fans out there! ExT rAwKXX and Ru|3XX!!

YEAH BABY!! * as usual, I swear this is another long loooong chapter to date* I was tempted to stop half-way thru but decided to give all of you another long chapter this time. So enjoy and drop a review!

As always

Mysterio000

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