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Coffee Shops and Cameras
Chapter 25
"Uhh...ashtray?"
"No"
"Air con?"
"Nope"
"Um...Aston Martin?"
"Nu-uh"
"Ooh! Aeroplane!?"
"Not even close"
I huffed out a sigh, "Fine, I give up"
"Armani"
"What?! Where!"
Hikaru smirked, "My underwear is Armani"
"But I can't 'spy' that! You cheated!"
"Oh don't pout babydoll, no one likes a sore loser"
"I am not a sore loser!" I gaped, "Do another one, that didn't count"
Hikaru chuckled and stared out at the road, "We're almost there now, we'll put a pin in it until we drive home tomorrow"
"Fiiine" I murmured. His hand reached over to cup my knee, giving it a comforting rub.
"So what do you think?" he asked with an amused smile.
I glanced out the window, looking out at the vast miles of farmland. Nothing but nature and sunshine as far as the eye could see, the view was breathtaking. Worlds away from the built up centre of Bunkyo we'd left behind 2 hours ago.
"It's beautiful" I beamed, "Are we close?"
Hikaru nodded, "We're about...5 minutes away I think" he said, "The workers will be arriving at 10 but pay them no mind, they stick to the vineyard and the bottling house, so we'll have the cabin all to ourselves to settle in"
"Will I get to have a look around?"
"Duh" Hikaru grinned, "I'm giving you the full Hitachiin tour. Just remember to pick up a bottle at the gift shop when you leave"
"Har-de-har" I smirked.
The car purred on down the clear road, the sun lighting our way. I watched as the orchard trees passed us by and admired how stunningly natural everything looked. Like an old country watercolour painting. A few minutes passed and then I saw the first man-made structure I'd seen in a while. Beautiful ornate gates met us as Hikaru made a quick left towards it, inside I could see tall vines stretching for miles, trees and flowers blooming and reaching up to the sun, and a rustic stone building with broad latticed windows.
"Wow" I gasped, "It's incredible"
I looked over to Hikaru, who pulled to a halt at the entrance. He sat back slowly, his eyes trailing up and down the structure.
"You okay?" I asked quietly.
He chewed his lip, "Yeah" he exhaled, "It's just...it looks exactly the same"
I gave him a sweet smile. I knew this place meant a lot to him. I knew that his Grandmother meant a lot to him. I could understand to an extend how he was feeling. I was reminded of the first time I went to see Mom's grave. After the funeral I just couldn't do it so I never visited, not until I was 17 and Dad fell sick on her birthday. Those flowers had to be laid down on her plot, and he just couldn't do it. I remember being confused as to why I'd been so worried about seeing it. I thought it would hurt to see the headstone, but instead I felt like a weight had been lifted. I left that day feeling like I'd finally closed a chapter. I hoped that the vineyard would do the same for Hikaru.
"Take your time" I squeezed his arm.
He looked down at my hand and smiled to himself, "Let's get in there, huh?"
…
"Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow" I gasped over and over as I looked around the room.
Hikaru chuckled at my side and dropped the bags down by the door, "Can't say I anticipated this reaction" his arms wrapped around me from behind and his chin came to rest on my shoulder, "You like it huh?"
"It's beautiful"
My eyes couldn't decide where to land, they trailed from left to right, taking in the beautiful panelled walls dominated with oil paintings, the stone fire place, the iron spiral staircase, the floor to ceiling bookshelf, fresh flowers sat in the centre of the round hand carved table. Picture the most tranquil, perfect cottage you could ever imagine, and chances are – it would be this one.
"Sunflowers" I grinned, my gaze finally settling on the table, "My favourites"
"They are?"
I nodded, "Where did they come from? Is someone else staying here?"
"We still have a housekeeper come here once a week, I called ahead and said we were coming. Mom says they always leave fresh flowers whenever they come to stay"
"It's perfect" I uttered quietly, "So perfect"
"Shall we put our bags in our room then go for a tour of the grounds?" Hikaru unwound his arms from around me and bent to pick up mine and his bags. He slung one on his shoulder, his biceps flexing and bulging beside his head as he held it.
I stared for far too long.
"Maybe we can find you a napkin while we're at it" he smirked.
"Hu..huh?"
"For the drool"
I instinctively rubbed at my chin, knowing for a fact that he was only teasing me.
"That's never gonna get old" he winked.
"You're an ass"
"I know" he beamed, "But I'm your ass"
He showed me to our room, which was upstairs at the end of the hall. Even though the cabin seemed so small on the outside, inside revealed 4 large double bedrooms and 2 large bathrooms, a kitchen fit for Gordon Ramsey, and a living room that could entertain a classroom.
"This used to be the room Kao and I stayed in" Hikaru said, laying our bags out at the foot of the bed, "Never thought I'd be sharing it with a girl though"
"Who you calling 'girl'?" I chuckled.
"Sorry" the corner of his lips twitched, "I meant woman"
"Thank you"
"It's not as big as the master room but that bedroom is...was..." he trailed off, leaving me to fill in the blanks. The main bedroom would have been his grandmother's.
"I like seeing your old rooms" I offered a smile, "I see there's still an old J-pop poster on the wall"
At the mention of it - Hikaru thrust his hand out and wrapped his fist around it, throwing it onto the floor behind him in a crumpled heap, "What poster?"
I laughed, "And I'm the 90's reject"
He grinned broadly and planted a quick kiss on my lips, stealing my words from further teasing. He was getting more and more sweet by the day. Small pecks on the lips felt so normal now, and it wasn't like he was fishing for more. It wasn't like the heavy kisses we shared in the bedroom as we tore each other's clothes off. His small touches felt almost innocent. Like little reminders that he was thinking of me. I liked it. It made me feel special, like I was on his mind almost as much as he was on mine.
Could Dad have been right? Did Hikaru really feel something deeper between us?
"So, when is it an acceptable time to sample some of this wine?" I asked, "We are in a vineyard after all"
"It's 10 in the morning"
"So..."
"So we will have to get our hands on a bottle as soon as possible"
…
The vineyard was spectacular. Rows and rows of grapevines for what seemed like miles. The sunshine poured down on us, the bunches of large purple fruits hanging from branches overhead. Hikaru reached up to pluck one, then held it to my lips to bite.
"Mmmm" I hummed, savouring the taste that seemed to refresh me with every chew.
"Good right?"
"The best" I smiled.
"Grandma used to feed us so many Mom worried we would turn violet" Hikaru smiled warmly, "Every lunch and dinner was accompanied with grapes"
"That sounds amazing" I replied, a dreamy tinge touching in my voice. And it really was, the whole place felt so...I didn't know how to describe it. I had this strange overwhelming feeling of homeliness standing there with Hikaru in his late grandmother's vineyard. Everything felt so comfortable, so right. Like stress and responsibility didn't exist here. Here we were just Haruhi and Hikaru. There were no outside invasions, no media, and no questions surrounding the nature of our relationship. And that made me relax in a way I hadn't done in years.
I took a slow deep breath, enjoying the clear air and blue skies all around us. I glanced at Hikaru, who seemed to be watching me thoughtfully.
"What is it? Am I drooling again?" I rolled my eyes with a chuckle.
He smiled back sweetly, "You just look so..." he trailed off.
"So what?"
"Peaceful" he finally said, "It suits you"
"Doesn't it suit everyone?" I questioned.
He shrugged, "I don't think I've ever seen peace look that beautiful on someone"
I felt the blush heat my cheeks. I never considered myself a 'blusher' before, but since meeting Hikaru I swear my complexion had become a state of permanent scarlet.
"Careful Hitachiin" I laughed nervously, "You're starting to sound like a character in a shitty romance novel"
"You think I'm romantic?" his lip curled upwards playfully, the expression on his handsome face made me melt.
"You have your moments"
"I do?" He took a step forwards, his arms outstretching to wrap around my waist. I found myself being pulled against him, looking up at his domineering face that stared down at me from his full 6ft + height, "I think you like my romantic side" his words carried so much weight, so much more than what I'd heard...I hoped.
You have no idea Hitachiin...
"It sure beats the asshole side" I tried to sound confident, but my voice shook slightly.
Hikaru seemed to notice the betrayal of my tone, but he didn't make any referral to it, "Remind me to take you on mini-breaks more often" he smiled reassuringly, "Maybe next time we'll go somewhere where we don't have to leave the bedroom. Don't get me wrong, I love showing you this place, sharing it with you...but..."
Next time? More mini-breaks? He wants...more time with me...
I attempted to force out the words, trying to focus on what he'd just said, "B...but?"
He lowered his face to mine, his lips barely a breath away from mine, "But I already miss feeling you under me"
His words made my stomach feel like someone had opened a hive of butterflies into it, my limbs went numb and tingly, and so receptive to his touch. All at once I wanted him. Not like the usual arousal I felt for him, but a desperate need that said I would go insane if I didn't have him. But it was broad daylight, in the middle of a vineyard, and there were many workers in the aisles of grapevines – anyone could find us. I wasn't needy enough to risk exposing us so primal and lost in our own desires.
"Later" I pressed a warning palm to his chest and he paused with a smirk, "It'll be worth the wait" there was a promise to my words, which only seemed to make his smile grown further.
"It will indeed" he said in a gruff voice.
Maybe we could hide behind that tree over ther- NO. Haruhi control yourself.
Hikaru and I walked further through the fields, enjoying the quiet of the countryside and the pleasant sunshine. He made odd comments about memories he had with Kaoru running through the vines and playing hide and seek for hours together, and how his grandmother would pack a picnic for all the workers and host a huge lunch for everyone on the property. He absent-mindedly took my hand as we strolled along, it took me by surprise a little but I held onto him just as tightly. His little innocent displays of affection never failed to make my heart race, I could practically hear the 'badump' of my chest echoing in my ears. But it wasn't like his touch was alien to me, at this point he'd held my body closer and more intimately than anyone else on the planet, but these little moments...where he'd hold my hand just to walk alongside me, or rest his chin on my shoulder from behind just to see what I was doing, and those little pecks on the cheek he'd give for no reason...they took my breath away. There was no intent behind them, no foreplay or hope for more, he just did them. As if it were the most natural thing in the world. It made me feel like he was thinking about me, like he just wanted the closeness. And I loved it, because I wanted the same.
After a couple of hours we returned back to the house, where Hikaru dove through the cabinets in the kitchen looking for lunch. Apart from the toast he'd made me that morning a few days ago, I don't think I'd ever seen him enter a kitchen, let alone cook. It was amusing watching him study ingredients like they were alien artefacts he needed to decipher. I offered to prepare lunch for us but he quickly put a hand up to stop me.
"For the next 2 days, you are banned from entering this space" he drew a square in the air, outlining the kitchen space, "I invited you on this trip. So stay out"
I laughed as he pointed a stern finger at me, I put my hands up in surrender, "Okay, okay"
He managed to find some fresh bread, parma ham, some leafy salads and a variety of cheeses. Perfect for a wine tasting I thought to myself as he sliced the bread and laid out the meat and cheeses on a large plate.
It occurred to me once more as I watched him making such an effort that he was a completely different man to the one I'd moved in with to coach. That kindhearted man had dug his way out of the bitter pit he'd been buried in. I remembered that day all those weeks back, in the limo... "Show me that you can be that man your family praise so much...then I'm all yours" That's what I had said. And now he was showing me. And I wasn't even sure if he realised it.
But could I really give myself to him so completely? What we had was great, but there was this nagging at the back of my head that just wanted to take it further. I wanted more. But I knew it wasn't that simple, because no matter how well we worked together, how happy he made me, how important he made me feel, and how cherished I felt...there was still this entire world of his that I just wasn't designed for. I wasn't a model, I wasn't a celebrity, I didn't like people taking my photo, or talking about me behind my back, I hated gossip, I hated drama...I hated feeling like eyes were always on me. Hikaru was used to that treatment. He could google his name and bam, millions of photos and articles would pop up. He couldn't leave the house just to buy milk without being followed by a camera, or being stopped in the street for statements in magazines.
Could I handle that?
Did I love him enough to deal with that everyday?
I froze, snapping out of my reverie.
Wait, rewind. Did you say love?
I did.
Oh my god I did.
"I know what you're thinking" Hikaru's voice pulled me back, "You're thinking 'Wow, when did Gordon Ramsey arrive?'" he flashed me a cocky grin before laying a wooden board out on the coffee table. On it laid fresh sliced bread, a variety of hams and cheeses, slithers of ginger and olives, and a yummy smelling caramelised chutney. He also set down two beautiful ornate plates, two wine glasses and an unlabelled bottle of red wine. It looked incredible.
I gaped, still trying to gather my thoughts after shaking myself out of my inner musings that still left me basically speechless. I looked at Hikaru, who stared back waiting for my answer.
I smiled, "This looks...I mean, I don't think I've ever seen you heat up soup before. This is amazing"
"I'm a lot more than just my devilish good looks" he smirked.
He carefully uncorked the wine and held out a glass for me to hold. He slowly poured the scarlet liquid into it, and the scent of fresh fruit and the sharp sting of spice entered my nose.
"Is this the same wine I tried at the house?" I asked. I hadn't had much wine over the weeks I'd been at the house, mostly whiskey and water, but the first day Dad and I had gone over for dinner, I'd been treated to a similar smelling wine. I recalled how Hikaru had been that night...glaring at me from across the table, barely being able to say my name. Now he was looking at me with the softest eyes I'd ever seen on a man, eyes that were longing and admiring.
"I don't think so" he replied, "I had the housekeeper leave this one specially. It's not the most vintage, but I'm sure we'll enjoy a 2011 just as much as a 1980"
"Well, I don't know much about wine" I offered a smile, "But if this is anything like the other one I tried I'm sure I'll love it"
Hikaru gave me a look, a look that told me he was thinking about something. I wanted to pry, but just as quickly as he'd looked at me he looked away to serve up some food on our plates and pour his own glass of wine.
The food was amazing, and so fresh I swear everything had been procured that morning. I polished off my plate in record time, enjoying every bite. I laid my plate back onto the table and took another sip of my wine and hummed in satisfaction.
"Like it babydoll?"
I nodded, "Soooo good"
He grinned, "Well obviously, I may be biased but Grandma's wine has always been the best in the world"
"I might have to agree with you"
"I knew you would. You're a smart girl"
"Girl?" I raised an eyebrow with a smirk.
"Woman" he chuckled, "And what a woman you are" he leaned in and kissed me, leaving the taste of floral red wine on my lips, his own unique flavour only made it taste all the more amazing.
Dammit Hikaru you're making it really hard not to love you...
I shook away the thoughts plaguing my brain.
Stop thinking about the 'L' word Haruhi.
Without warning, Hikaru wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tender embrace, he laid me down on his chest as he reclined across the couch. I yelped in surprise.
"You're so cute" he chuckled.
"Cute?" I questioned, "That doesn't seem like a very 'Hikaru' thing to say"
"Yeah well, you make me say a lot of stuff that's not very 'Hikaru' like"
I rested my chin just above his heart and looked up at him. He was looking right back at me, his eyes boring into mine with so much intensity I felt my body melt.
"God you're beautiful" he breathed in a low voice.
I blinked, "What happened to 'cute'?"
"That too" he smiled, "You're so many things Haruhi...so many goddamn things..."
HIKARU
The day couldn't have been more perfect. She couldn't have been more perfect.
From the moment they had loaded up the car Hikaru had been on edge. He hadn't even thought about his Grandmother's home in years, let alone considered visiting. His anxiety was through the roof but Haruhi's smile and excitement got him through it. She was so eager to show him it was okay, and her joy over being able to see everything got him through every step as he drove closer and closer, finally reaching those tall gates he'd seen most weekends all those years ago. It must have been about 8 or 9 years now since he'd last seen the place, and it hadn't changed a bit. Well...aside from Grandma's absence. But to his surprise it didn't feel as empty and gloomy as he had imagined it would be, and that was something he put down to Haruhi. She seemed to just emanate joy wherever she went, it was infectious. And now, that little cabin without a real owner felt so lively, like the space within it's walls still counted as a home, and not a place where his Grandmother no longer resided.
When evening fell on the vineyard the two of them sat on the porch step and looked out at the setting sun over the vast horizon, surrounded by the vineyards his Grandmother had dedicated her life to. The only sounds for miles where the nightingales and the soft breeze of the wind. They cradled glasses of wine in their palms and sat so close their shoulders brushed against one another. But even though the view was perfect, like a photo in a countryside calendar, he couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from Haruhi.
She truly was mesmerising, right down to the freckles that dusted her nose and slight dimples in her cheeks as she smiled softly to herself whilst taking in the scene in front of her. His breath caught in his throat as he studied each and every detail of her seated beside him. Even dressed in her dishevelled grey t shirt and torn up jeans – she was the most stunning creature he'd ever laid eyes upon. He couldn't help but wonder how he hadn't noticed that the second he'd seen her. Maybe it was because her beauty went far deeper than her appearance, because inside and out she was perfection. Just being close to her made the world feel all the more brighter, so much so that the changes within him didn't even feel that alien, she brought out the best in him so naturally it was like he'd simply woken up from a bad dream.
And speaking of which, his nightmares that plagued most of his nights seemed to have vanished since he was able to hold her in his arms as he slept. Nightmares about Seika and her onslaught of journalists. And truly he'd tried everything to rid himself of those dreams, but the cure seemed to be her. Just her.
He raised his hand to delicately cup her cheek in his palm. She hummed happily and leaned into his touch, her eyes raising to his. His heart began hammering as she looked at him. Those deep chocolate eyes suddenly becoming his entire universe in that moment.
How can a single person affect me like this?
How is it possible to feel this way about someone?
What was this feeling? This ache in his chest and the thumping in his ears always seemed all the more intense when she was with him.
"Thank you" he found himself saying aloud, "Thank you for coming here with me"
A sincere look touched her face, "You don't need to thank me Hika, I'm happy to be here"
"But I do. This place...it means a lot to me..."
She nodded slowly, "I know it does"
"I don't think I could have done this without you"
There was an emotion in her eyes, one Hikaru couldn't decipher, but he felt it...because he knew he had the same look in his.
"I'm so proud of you" she breathed quietly, "You look so happy, so much more...real, compared to the man I met 4 weeks ago. You don't seem so angry at the world anymore"
"I think I have you to thank for that" Hikaru offered a slight smirk.
Haruhi smiled back but shook her head, "No Hikaru, this man was always the man you were, all I did was bully him out of you"
Hikaru laughed, "I think you tempted him out more than bully. You're a good incentive to work towards..."
Haruhi looked at him thoughtfully again, no words touching her lips.
How he wanted to kiss those lips...
"Haruhi" he said barely above a whisper, leaning in close until their foreheads touched. There was so much he felt like he needed to say, so many things he needed to tell her. But those words just weren't there yet, he couldn't piece them together enough to work out what those sentences were.
But in his silence Haruhi placed her palms on either side of his face and met his gaze, "Kiss me" she breathed his usual words and his entire body ignited for her.
Their lips met in the middle, firm and tender, and Hikaru felt himself becoming intoxicated by her taste, her touch, her scent. There wasn't a single thing about her that didn't cause his body to shut down with desire. She was perfect. She was everything to him.
Somehow they made it back into the house, their lips connected the entire time. As they made it to the first floor Hikaru hoisted her into his arms, holding her in the tightest embrace, revelling in the desperation she returned as she wrapped herself around him. He lost himself in her kisses, the caress of her tongue, the clawing of her fingers against his clothes. They found the bedroom in the darkness of their closed eyes, stripping their clothing as they went. Moans and gasps filled the quiet room, which only made Hikaru's need for Haruhi grow in intensity.
He stared down at her on the large mattress beneath him, admiring the way her skin seemed to glow in the diminishing sunlight. She looked back at him needfully, her eyes pleading and desperate. She needed him as much as he needed her. To feel complete. To feel whole.
He lowered his body onto hers, revelling in the soft pillowy caress of her breasts pressed against him. She was so soft. So warm, so beautiful. He adored how she felt in his arms. The way she moved and moaned, responding to every kiss and touch he gave. In all his years, he couldn't recall a moment he'd spent with a woman that came close to a second with Haruhi. Holding her close, being so exposed in her arms, it was like he'd found his way home. He could have spent every moment with her, exploring more of her body and mind, and happily giving the same back. He was in the palm of her hand, and yet he never felt like she would take advantage of that. Maybe his old habits with women – namely Seika – still remained within him. Because more frequently than not, he wanted to give Haruhi everything. But maybe that 'everything' wasn't possessions, maybe 'everything' meant...just him. Not what he could buy her, but what he could give her.
But could he? Could he give her...all of him?
He wanted to ask her, to tell her...that he wanted more from this. He wanted to know that when this interview was over she would still be there for him. That he would still be there for her. The idea scared him shitless. To allow another person close enough to see him for what he was.
A damaged man. A vulnerable man.
Not only that. But he wanted all of her. He wanted to share her thoughts, he wanted to be the one she confided in, the one she went to for comfort, the one she needed.
Hikaru pulled away from her eager lips and looked into her deep hazel eyes, ignited with lust and desire...and something more. He hoped it was something more, but maybe he was seeing things he wanted to see. But he swore he could see his own feelings reflecting within her.
"Haruhi" he breathed wantonly.
Her soft hands cupped his cheeks, "I need you" she whispered.
Gods she was beautiful. The rosy flush of her cheeks, the dishevelled locks of brunette hair, that beautiful look on her stunning face. He wanted to take a photo just to remember the sight of her like this, but he knew it wasn't an image he would easily forget.
I...think I might...
He thrust himself forwards, his shaft sliding inside her easily and slowly. The air was filled with their heavy eager breaths as his pelvis slowly met hers. Her loud gasping moan made his spine shiver with arousal. It was a sound he never wanted to live without.
I think I might be in love with her.
At the realisation he froze, and felt his entire body ignite. He felt every scape of her nails on his skin, every rise and fall of her chest, and each and every whimper that passed her lips.
He was in love with Haruhi.
His Haruhi.
His thrusts were slow as he adjusted to his inner confession. He wanted to fight it, to say to himself that it was just the lust overcoming him. But he knew it would be a lie. Kaoru had called it from the start, he'd tried to make him see that this was more than just sex. It was more than physical. Haruhi made him a better man, a man that he liked, a man he was proud of. And she made him see the world through such a bright lens. Since she'd entered his life, things just felt right. She'd saved him from himself, and he loved who he was when he was with her. And he loved her for showing him he could be that man he always wanted to be.
"Hika" her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Haru..." he pleaded in reply. His arms engulfed her, holding her as close as possible. Unlike all the times before, where they'd pleasured each other with primal need, this time it was passion that overcame him.
For the first time in his life, he wanted to make love to someone.
He wanted to touch every inch of her body, to love every stroke and caress.
If he wasn't ready to tell her how he felt, he was damned sure he was going to show her.
Her gasps filled every corner of the bedroom, her fingers trailing down his back, her heels digging into the back of his thighs to draw him closer...deeper...
I love you.
Hikaru pressed his lips to her throat, dragging his kisses lower. His arms held her flush against him, leaving no room between them. His eyes met hers and he poured everything he felt into the look he gave. And he swore he could see tears glaze over in hers as she stared back.
He felt her climax build, quivering around him as he thrust in and out, his pace quickening with every stroke. All he wanted to do was look at her, to keep his forehead pressed to hers, locking their eyes with every movement. It was the most intense experience of his life, and he loved every second of it.
"Hika...don't stop" Haruhi practically begged. Her arms were almost a vice around his neck, holding him as close as she could.
"Never babydoll" He replied. His lips met hers, and her climax engulfed him, squeezing down on him. Her moans echoed off the walls, and a look of pure ecstasy clouded her face.
God she's so beautiful.
The feel of her clamping down on him, and the stunning look on her perfect face was his undoing. His orgasm followed hers almost instantly, and the intensity nearly knocked him clean out.
"Haruhi" he growled, meeting her gaze.
"Yes, please, yes" she pleaded.
"Don't look away babydoll"
"Never" she repeated his words as he rode the wave of his orgasm.
I love you Haruhi.
I fucking love you...
His spent body collapsed down on her, her soft, hot form cushioning his. The following minutes were filled with silence aside from their laboured breaths and soft moans as their orgasms faded away into bliss.
When his arms found their strength, Hikaru raised himself up to look down at the beautiful woman beneath him. She smiled back, sleepy and satisfied.
Then he kissed her. And enjoyed the feel of her softness moving against him.
All he wanted to do was let the words out. The only words he wanted to say.
I love you.
And even if she didn't reciprocate, he didn't care. The fact that he could admit he had the ability to love...was enough.
More than enough.
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