AN: Wow! So many reviews! Thank you all SOOOO MUCH! I can't even begin to tell you how amazed I am with the reviews I've been getting. You're all loving the story and that only makes me want to update. I'm sorry this is taking so long. Unfortunately, I have other stories that need updating and time is very short. Sorry again!
Warnings: fluff and some sexual tension again
Disclaimer: All rights reserved (a.k.a. "not mine").
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Part 4
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"Ryoma, I-"
But her words were never finished, but instead stolen away.
Stolen away by Ryoma, and their first kiss.
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Wide, chocolate eyes, glazed with shock, stared into nothing. A blossoming flush had gathered across porcelain cheeks. And a pair of lone cherry lips were pressed intimately against another's, something she had never really experienced. The one who kissed her, a loner who had more popularity than an actor at the grammies. The one who had been kissed, a consistently nervous girl who was almost always polite.
Yet, these two reserved people were caught in something bigger than a simple kiss. Hearts clenched, breaths quickened and the world spun at the very experience between them.
At least, that was what Sakuno was feeling.
Pleasant light-headedness had fogged her mind and the eyes that were once so surprised seemed so heavy. The need to drop them had outweighed her desire to keep them open, to stay alert. However, every thought that had anything to do outside of her fantasy-turned-reality disappeared with the gentle stroke of Ryoma's hand. Although somewhat calloused and rough, it was soothing against Sakuno's soft cheek. His touch was feather soft and her mouth moaned lightly to his advance.
Ryoma's inexperienced lips pressed against hers a little more, his hand knotting itself in her hair while the other supported him against her. He held her gently to him, her frame trembling gently beneath his hands. Dainty hands came upon his chest and Sakuno pressed her palms into his polo shirt. His first reaction was to back off, feeling the gentle, almost reluctant, push on him.
However, these thoughts were lost when she balled the clean white shirt in her fists and pushed herself closer. A wave of both relief and sensuality passed through him when he found that no rejection had resulted from his spur-of-the-moment kiss. Her enchanting dark eyes and candy lips had taunted him throughout the mockery of a conversation they had. He had been drawn to her in that instant and had acted upon pure instinct.
His head told him to wait, think about his consequence for doing what he wanted.
His heart and body urged him forward and, for once, act on his first thought, both having their own reasons for wanting Ryoma to give in.
In the end, Ryoma handed himself to his heart and reacted with a lustful attack, instead of his usual manner.
Leading him to this moment, where Sakuno was caught against him.
Her dream and his wish.
Both wanted their inexperienced hands to roam, and lips that had been caught wanted more than a simple touch. Body heat had constricted around them and the need for clothing to be removed would have been nice. Entangled hands and hair, searching firngertips and new sensations were their new desires.
Damn Momoshiro and Tomoka.
Sensing familiar, and approaching, auras, Ryoma pulled away from Sakuno, who had almost fallen into his lap due to the sudden action. His small smirk had returned at the sight of her pushing herself a good two feet away, and looking down at her tennis shoes. The fact that he had made her so flustered made Ryoma's ego swell just a little bigger than it already was. The way her eyes moved onto everything but him and how a light cromson painted her cheeks.
Yes, that was the Sakuno he knew.
Not being able to dwell on such thoughts, he looked up to see two figures approaching them.
One was a tall man, about sixteen years of age. His skin was tanned dark from many outdoor practices and competitions. Muscled arms and legs were partially hidden around his short sleeves and shorts. His charcoal black hair was spiked high. A pair of dark sunglasses perched on the senpai's nose and shielded his eyes from the sun.
Walking next to him was Sakuno's best friend, and one of his personal stalkers. Her auburn hair was still curled and pulled into two pigtails, also a signature style of hers. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at him, though Ryoma refused eye contact. Meeting her eyes would proably have her chasing after him again and that wasn't what he needed right now.
Both approached, blissfully unaware of what had occured only minutes ago.
"Ochibi," Momo-senpai greeted, a wave of his hand saluting him, "How've you been? And what are you still doing here? There's a tie-breaking match about to take place and you're not there. Unless you want one of your underlings to take center stage..."
When Ryoma heard this, his eyes narrowed at the thought of one of his teammates taking his slot as the final competitor. Ignoring his best friend's supposed joke, he stood up and brushed himself off. Tomoka greeted him and he signalled her with a curt nod, still refusing to look her in the eye. Turning around, he saw the girl join Sakuno, who was still a little flushed but the color remained unnoticed.
"Sakuno," he called, and she quickly looked to meet his eyes. The same expression that was once used during school was mixed with her lusty eyes that had stolen his attention. Her eyes inquired his call, and he smirked before turning his head away. His hand waved forward, signalling her to follow.
"Come. The match is about to start."
Not a suggestion, but a command.
Finding herself at his heels, he waited for her to step beside him before continuing on. Sakuno did her best to keep his pace as she stared at him. His face of cold indifference was once again on him and any sign of their intimate embrace was gone. Disappointment slid into her quickly, but she ignored it. If he wanted to act as if nothing had happened between them, then she would turn away too. If he said nothing had occured between the two, then she wasn't going to fight with him. He was not hers, and she was not his. Any claim that might have been between them would revert to their "friendship" and nothing more.
Sakuno had always hated fighting a battle that was one-sided.
If Ryoma wanted something from her, then she was willing to give it to him.
But if he wanted to pretend that nothing had initiated, then she could play ignorant as well.
Her thoughts ran these possibilities, so she hadn't even noticed that she had jumped the gun. Sakuno had just given into the habit that Ryoma would ignore it, as he did with most things. He was never willing to say what he wanted, if he ever wanted anything. He was so wrapped up in tennis and school to desire anything more. That was how he had worked for the last three years, and it wasn't about to change in a second. Sakuno was so busy predicting every outcome, she almost missed the gentle hand that had taken her small shaking fist and placing it within his own.
The warmth of his fingers flooded into her veins, as Sakuno looked to her hand and then to the tennis captain. Catching the look out of the corner of his eye, Ryoma returned her curiousness with his infamous smirk His fingers flexed against hers, and pulled her along lightly, causing feelings that had been pushed away to resurface.
Would this small gesture of affection mean anything to Ryoma, once the day was done?
Could she ever really have Echizen Ryoma?
Sakuno let herself forget, just for now, and worry about it later. She wanted a day without the thoughts of 'what if' entering her mind. Whatever he would give: affection, gentle remarks, his boyish smirk; it would all be laid aside when the day was done. She would keep such treasured memories to herself, if this day had brought only a moment of magic to her and Ryoma. If this was the only chance she had with her crush, then she would take it and move on. She would dwell no longer on him if he rejected her after this day.
Fingers lacing and a match beginning, Sakuno shut out the rest of the world in that moment...
Especially Tomo-chan and Momo-chan-senpai, who would both have very interesting stories to tell the their nosey senpai.
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AN: A little rushed? I'm sorry. I wrote it in a few hours and I guess I'm not that great. Hehe. Oh well. Please review and I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. At least, I hope it didn't suck too bad...
Well, till next time!
Much love,
Adobo-chan
