Disclaimer: Boo Hoo
Background: Age Motoko and Keitaro by about 5 years.
Author's Notes: I'm working over time.
Keitaro was stunned when he saw Motoko Aoyama walk into the restaurant. To his eyes, she looked even more radiant then when he had met her previously. He was still rather put out that she had to leave soon after he had gotten acquainted with her, and constantly wondered about what would have happened if they could have gotten to know each other better. However, Aoyama had agreed to have dinner with him, he felt that that proved that she had some sort of attraction towards him. As such, he was determined to impress her today.
He noticed that she was moving rather slowly towards him, and he found that her walk was oddly sensual and… sexy. As she moved, he could feel the eyes of most males in the restaurant move from their meals to flat out staring at his date. A waiter whom she passed nearly spilled some soup onto her; he was paying more attention to her rater than the position of the soup; so Motoko slapped his hand and caused the soup bowl to attack the waiter instead. He didn't seem to realize that the brownish soup was ruining his uniform. Keitaro visibly gulped.
Keitaro observed her more closely as she moved.. She was wearing a long, flowing red gown that provided a nice contrast against her smooth white skin. (He noticed that she was exceptionally fair) It didn't matter that it had a plunging neckline either. Her hair was some up in a rather elaborate design that Keitaro couldn't appreciate, but felt that it looked nice on her anyway. Her almond shaped eyes revealed just the slightest trace of eye shadow that seemed to highlight the natural brown color of her eyes. The same applied for her face, which was accentuated by the thinnest layer of make-up. Keitaro had had meals with other businesswomen before, but those women seemed to have a problem regulating the amount of make up used, and as such Keitaro noticed that sometimes they found it hard to smile.
As she approached, he quickly stood up and pulled her chair back for her. She smiled at him, and he felt his knees go weak. He smiled back and said,
"You look exceptionally beautiful today."
The woman chuckled and said, "You aren't looking too bad yourself, Mr. Urashima."
Keitaro sat back down and blushed, not really knowing what to say.
As she walked into the restaurant, Motoko scanned the surroundings for the man she was supposed to be dining with. One sweep, and she noticed that he was sitting in a far corner of a restaurant overlooking the Tokyo skyline. She smiled. He looked more handsome than what she remembered. She steered herself in the right direction and moved slowly towards him, intent on making her movement as sexy as possible. She was aware of the attention lavished on her, but some men required the correct form of stimulation. Apparently, Mr. Urashima was a well know shy guy.
Narrowly avoiding a bowl of soup, Motoko observed the man as she sat down. The man was dressed in a well-pressed Armani suit that suited his lean figure that was not overly muscular, yet not a shrimp-sized either. She noticed that the man was noticeably nervous; perhaps her actions were beginning to have an effect? Motoko couldn't keep the smile off her face.
As she sat down into the chair graciously pulled for her by the man, she noticed him checking her out. For a moment she wondered whether she should be offended or not, but she didn't really mind. After all, what was the point of dressing up if she didn't allow the man to check her out? However, the man really needed to be less obvious. Already, she could think of a few of her friends who would beat the snot out of him before the dinner even started. As the man complimented her, she thought for a moment that maybe he wasn't as much a prude as she had heard, but his blush when she returned the favor proved otherwise.
Keitaro stared down at the table as he felt Motoko's strong gaze upon him. He was very embarrassed, even though he had no idea why. Frankly, he didn't like his prudish side. He wanted to be carefree, to be wild, to be arrogant even. However, his years of trying for a top university had changed him into a studious prude. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something that will undoubtedly turn out stupid, his savior came in the form of a well-dressed waiter. Instantly, he brought the menu up to cover his face, not caring that it was upside down.
Motoko and the waiter both chuckled at his out of place behavior, before the waiter turned to address Motoko. "Dear Lady," His voice was a velvety smooth baritone. "Would you like to help your friend order his food?"
Motoko laughed a throaty, sensual laugh, before ordering a steak for Keitaro and some baked salmon for herself. Keitaro peered over his menu at this point, and saw Motoko staring straight into his eyes, he face filled with mirth. Sighing, he put down his menu, and said, "I'm sorry, Ms Aoyama. I guess I really did make a fool of my self just now huh?"
"Call me Motoko. And I guess even the smart director of Urashima Enterprises can be a fool sometimes!", she laughed.
Keitaro groaned.
Throughout the meal, Keitaro kept his eyes fixed onto his steak, which he had never tried and found pleasantly tasteful. He thought back to his trips to this restaurant, always alone. Somehow, he had always eaten fish, even though he didn't really enjoy the taste of fish. However, now he had a lovely female companion with him, even though he was sure he wasn't being a very good dining companion. "Oh god. I just can't lift my head and look at her."
Meanwhile, Motoko just sipped on the wine she had ordered previously and looked straight at Keitaro. Before he finished his meal however, Motoko made sure to feed him some strong wine so that and inhibitions of his would be lowered.
After the meal, Keitaro foot the bill and said, "I'm really sorry, Ms Aoyama, that I neglected you throughout the entire meal. I just cannot… adapt to having another person dining with me. I should never have asked you out and wasted your time."
"I had a great time nonetheless, Mr. Urashima.". She smiled warmly at Keitaro.
Keitaro offered to drive Motoko home, but when he turned over, he noticed that she seemed to be deep in thought. After a while, she turned towards him and gave him a coy smile. In a sultry tone, she whispered into his ear. "Come on, Mr. Urashima. I have a much better idea than that. Come with me." Keitaro let himself to be led away by her, his entire form paralyzed by some unseen force. When they reentered the hotel lobby, Motoko pushed the statue of a man into the lift and pressed a button.
Come on, they are all grown adults.