Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, but I do own this plot, so please don't take it.
Warnings: Angst, yaoi, AU
Pairings: YAsuka, A/Y, A/Asuka
Italics flashback (Unless obviously otherwise)
Bottled Up IIBy Wolf Girl
We got through dinner with absent chatter. Asuka filled the silence everytime it began to stretch between us like a great tablecloth.
Yohji picked at his spaghetti, twirling it and retwirling it on his fork, not really eating. He was trying to flirt with Asuka and the waitress, but I could see clearly that he wasn't really into it.
"We can share the bed," Yohji insisted. "We always do."
"I can sleep on the floor." I tried not to look as Yohji came into the room, his hair dripping from the shower.
Yohji leered at me, dressed only in a towel. "I can see you looking at me."
I turned my head away, blushing furiously. I didn't want to ruin things between us.
There was the sound of something falling to the floor. I looked back, then stared.
"What do you think? Why do you want me, Aya?" Yohji said, the towel a pile at his feet.
"B-beautiful. You're beautiful. I—" I looked away again, at the floor, at the ceiling. His footsteps sounded on the carpet.
"Look at me, Aya," he intoned. I looked up at his face, then let my eyes trail down to the erection bobbing in front of me.
"A-Asuka... What about her?" I asked, slightly frightened by the turn of events.
"I never wanted her. I always wanted—"
"Yohji, tell me again how many awards has the show gotten so far?"
"Six."
"I thought you said 'nine' before," She pressed.
"Six, nine, sixty-nine," Yohji shrugged, glancing over at me. "Sixty-nine is my favorite number, you know," he purred to the waitress, who just happened to be leaning down in front of him trying to put my plate down. She jumped and turned a very noticeable shade of pink.
I was hoping no one would notice my own cheeks gain colour, but Yohji was looking right at me. He winked and tossed his head, doing an imitation of a girl.
Asuka, who had only caught the last bit, laughed loudly at Yohji. Yohji looked over at her as if he had forgotten she was there.
"Do you... Do you have a girlfriend right now, Yohji?" Asuka asked.
"Not at the moment. Why, want to date again?" Yohji had a wicked gleam in his eye.
"Well, um, no. I mean, Ran and I are dating you know. We've been living together for a few months now." Asuka coloured faintly and looked at me quickly.
I clenched my fist. I hadn't wanted to tell him that part. "Yes, that's right." I faked a smile that I hoped would pass Asuka's standards. Yohji looked between us.
"I need a smoke," he said finally, pushing his chair out and standing up abruptly.
Asuka seemed quite oblivious to the fact that she had made Yohji so uncomfortable. She promptly started to tell me about how wonderful it was to be around Yohji again. No mention of me. I had slipped her mind completely after the claim had been laid.
"I need some fresh air. Excuse me." I stood up and went out the door Yohji had gone through.
"What happens if—"
"Shhh, kitten. Everything is fine." Yohji's arms tightened around me, one hand lazily stroking my nipple.
I growled softly. He was affecting me and he knew it. I wiggled my but so it rubbed against him. He gasped.
"Someone is being a naughty kitten. I think that you need to be declawed." He flipped over so he was on top of me. "I think I'll make you so tired that you won't even think of scratching me." His mouth descended on mine, teeth nipping and tongue demanding entrance.
"Hey," he said, taking a languid draw on his cigarette.
I didn't reply. I just looked up at the sky, feeling the cold air wash over me and calm my nerves.
"You've changed." Yohji said softly. "You're quieter."
"I guess I just calmed down as I got older." I knew that wasn't true. I was quieter because I was more uncomfortable with life. I was unhappy, I realized with a start. I was going out with my best friend's ex-girlfriend, even living with her, because my best friend had moved on and left me.
"I see. You grew your hair out..." His tone was almost wistful. "Remember when I told you that you looked like a tomato with it cut short?"
"No." I remember everything you ever said.
"Oh. Well it was that one summer you got a buzz cut...It looks good like this though..." He reached a hand out to me.
"Well I'm sorry I'm not so perfect," I snapped, jerking away. I only remember when you said you liked long hair on your lovers.
"Aya, I'm sorry I was so cool earlier. I'm really happy to see you." Yohji said anxiously, like a puppy wanting to please its master.
"Hn..." Inside my stomach was full of butterflies.
"I'm so happy to see you again. It's been so long." Yohji's hand reached up again, but I didn't jerk away. He ran his hand down my cheek, then through my hair softly.
I relaxed slightly. "Yohji... I—" I was cut off as he pulled me into a tight embrace. His breath tickled my ear.
"Aya, I love you."
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