Warnings for this chapter: Some adult thoughts, or themes, or whatever you want to call it. Oh, and more cursing. Shocker there. I just thought that I should let you all know that there will be a lemon in this story, and that rating will eventually be changed to M. I'm just leaving it at T until there's something here to acually rate M!
A/N: Dude, am I completly insane? I must be...I have updated everyday for 3 days! That's crazy! I must not have a life...well, that's all the more better for you guys, right? Thanks again for the reviews! I love you all for your support, and I'm so happythat I'm able to make people laugh! Please enjoy:D
"You have such a stubborn ass sometimes!"
"Well, I wouldn't be so stubborn if you didn't ask me to do all these ridiculous things!"
"It's not ridiculous, I just want you to stay the night! With your parents gone, you'd be in that house all by yourself! What if something were to happen? You could just die in there, and no one would know!"
"I'm not going to die Ayame." He said seriously.
"You don't know that!" She cried out, "Anything could happen to you, and I wouldn't even know until it's too late!" She tried to hold back the tears, but the pressure was starting to get to her. Why did she always have to worry about him? He can take care of himself! He's 17 for goodness sake! But she couldn't seem to help herself.
"Come on Ayame, don't be like that." He said softly, wiping one of the stray tears from her cheek gently. "If it means that much to you, I'll stay here tonight, ok? I don't want you to worry about me."
He can just be such an ass sometimes. And other times, like now, he was just too nice for his own good. Under that ruff exterior, he really did have a heart of gold. "Thank you." She said softly. "That means a lot to me."
He let a small smile grace his lips. It was a rare, real smile instead of one of his trademark, self-righteous smirks. "No problem. Let's watch a movie, ok?"
She agreed, and even let him pick the flick. As he was rummaging around her DVD cabinet, the phone rang, so she excused herself and went to answer it.
"Hello?" She answered the phone on the wall in the kitchen.
"Ayame? Hi sweetie, it's Dad."
"Hi Dad, how are you doing? Is everything ok?" She panicked a little; because her dad rarely called her from work, and he was supposed to be home a half an hour ago.
"Yeah, I'm not going to be coming home tonight doll. Traffic's terrible; I think there's an accident on the freeway. I think it would be safer if I just stayed at the office tonight. I have some things I need to, uh, take care of anyways."
Translation: There's a hot new chick here at work, and I think I'll spend some "quality-time" with her.
Sometimes Ayame worried about her dad. Ever since her mom had died, he had spent a good amount of his time with other women. She figured it was just his way of coping with the loss.
"Alright Dad, just be safe, ok?" They both knew the hidden meaning to the words.
"I will sweetie. Have a good night."
"You too." And she hung the phone back up on the wall, letting out a sigh.
She regained her composure, and went back into the living room to find Kouga still fumbling around the cabinet. "Old man's not coming home tonight, huh?"
Sometimes she swears he's psychic.
"Yeah, traffic's bad, so he's just going to stay at the office tonight."
"In other words, there's a new chick, and he wants to get better acquainted?"
"Let's just watch the movie." She snapped, making it obvious that he should drop it.
"Ok I found the perfect movie!" He held up and copy of "The Ring" and Ayame groaned.
"You know I hate scary movies Kouga. And that one's like the mother of all scary movies! Can't we watch something else?"
"Don't worry; I'll be here to protect you." He puffed out his chest to make himself look manlier, but Ayame just thought it made him look goofy. "And anyways, this movie isn't that scary."
She sighed but allowed him to put the movie in, and start it. She jumped at a scary part, and Kouga slipped him arm around her waist, and whispered into her ear, "Don't worry, I'll protect you."
That made her shiver all in itself, and Kouga thought it meant she was scared, so he pulled her closer into his chest. He was so warm, and comforting. It was as if his embrace itself would keep her safe from the horrors of the world.
She took a deep breath, taking in his scent. The smell of him seemed to envelop her, and lull her to sleep. It was probably the first and last time that she'd ever fall asleep in the middle of a scary movie.
The next morning, Ayame woke up slightly confused. Why was she in the living room? And why was the couch moving up and down gently? Ohhh. That's why.
She found herself lying on Kouga's chest, her head resting on his shoulder while his arms were secure around her waist. The couch was way too small for them to lie side by side, so that's probably why she was positioned on top of him.
That made her blush. I'm on top of Kouga! And he doesn't seem to mind to much either…not like I'm complaining.
Kouga mumbled something about frosted-flakes, and Ayame had to stifle a laugh. He was so cute to watch while he was asleep! Not wanting to wake him, and feeling pretty content with the situation, she settled herself back onto him, and fell back to sleep.
Kouga awoke a while later to find a comfortable weight on his chest. He stretched a little, earning a yawn from whatever was on his chest. Ok, now he was a little weirded-out. He crack one eye and was met with beautiful auburn hair. Ok, this must be Ayame.
But why was she sleeping on his chest?
Not that he didn't mind her being there, but he was still curious. Oh right, the movie. She fell asleep, and he didn't want to wake her back up, so he just let her sleep on him. He must have fallen asleep too, and somehow, they got like this.
Damn she smelled good. Like spicy ginger.
He shifted his weight under her, and found that one of her legs was in-between his. He groaned quietly as she rubbed her leg upward into a certain area. "Does she even know what she's doing to me?" He growled out softly, feeling himself go hard at the sudden contact. "It is way too early for this."
"Way too early for what?" Ayame mumbled out, her eyes still closed.
"Nothing," He said gently, "Go back to sleep."
She muttered an affirmative, and snuggled deeper into his chest.
For some odd reason, he wouldn't mind waking up to this every morning. He started to run his fingers tenderly through her soft red hair while he breathed in her scent again. She seemed so peaceful while she was sleeping. He kissed the top of her head lightly, and settled himself back to go to sleep.
Ayame's eyes fluttered open to find herself in the same position as when she last woke up. So it wasn't a dream then. She glanced over at the clock which read, "9:56" in big red numbers.
"9:56," She said, mostly to herself. "Well that can't be right, that'd mean that…damn it! We're late!" She shot up from Kouga's chest, (even though she had been enjoying it so much) and darted into the bathroom to start brushing her hair and teeth.
"Kouga! Get up, we're late for school!"
He grunted unhappily. "Five more minutes." He murmured.
"No way in hell! School started two hours ago!"
"Well let's blow it off then." He rolled over so he was facing the inside of the couch.
"You can't do that! Can you do that?" Her voice was muffled from the toothbrush currently in her mouth.
"Don't tell me you've never ditched school before Ayame." By now he had reluctantly pulled himself into a sitting position while he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"Ok, I've ditched school plenty of times then."
"You haven't, have you!"
"Well…no."
"Ugh, I have so much to teach you. Ok, get dressed. And not in the school uniform either. We're going to have fun today." He lowered his voice and mumbled to himself, "I can't believe I've been friends with you for so long, and you haven't even ditched school."
"I heard that!"
"Damn youkai hearing."
"I heard that too!"
"Shut up, and go get dressed!"