Authors Chat: Short chapters will probably work okay. Oh, and only ONE of my classes is 4 hours. The other three classes are 3 hours. Only SLIGHTLY better. I'm definitely going to enjoy them though, of that I'm certain. Yay! Anywho. "Act 46a. Each Act, instead of being a chapter in itself, will be broken down until it covers what I want to be achieved in the chapter. Usually, I think, this will mean a part a, b, and c though it may vary slightly depending on how long it takes me to get my story point out!
That being said, italics text are direct thoughts of characters, text is in quotes, noises are done with asterisks.
DISCLAIMER: Skip Beat! and it's characters are not my original creation, they are owned and created by Nakamura Yoshiki.
Story Timeline: Y'all know the timeline by now. If not, go back and read it in an earlier chapter! (taken out for length).
Playing With Fire
Act 46a
He had to take his mind off of her, but every time he looked to his side, she was there, smiling softly beside him. It made things difficult.
"Tsur….. Ren," she caught herself, "did you eat dinner?"
"I ate."
"I bet you ate a convenience store meal."
What could he say? She had caught him. "It was food. I didn't have a lot of time between the meeting at LME and the interview. I really am not hungry though. I'm actually full up."
"Nonsense! That junk food will be gone before you even go to bed tonight! You won't be able to sleep because of the sounds of your stomach! As your kohai, I couldn't let you not eat dinner!"
Ren sighed. "Kyoko, please. Don't make me eat. …what about you?" he asked after a moment.
"I ate at- a-at my last love-me job." She almost announced the name of her last work place! Too close! What would Ren-san say if he knew I was Bo!
"Then we don't need a meal. Please. I just want to spend a little time with you."
"Um, Ren… You know I didn't really need help with a role, right? I just needed to say something since you hinted that Yashiro-san was there."
"Yes, I'm aware of that Kyoko. All the same. I'm glad for this little time together." He smiled at her.
"Then… Just a snack then. I can make something light! Don't let me feel guilty all night because I made you go hungry!"
He let go a slight laugh. "Fine. You win. I give up. What do you need at the store then Kyoko?"
She thought about it, but couldn't give him a quick answer. He drove to the store near his apartment while she decided what to cook.
She had decided on teriyaki chicken skewers, sticky rice, and some ginger-teriyaki bok choy. Her idea of a snack seemed to be a full meal.
It was, of course, excellent, and at least quick to cook. The time was already getting late though, and Ren had promised to take good care of her. In his mind, this meant getting her home at a reasonable time.
What could they do in a short amount of time? Ren's mind flashed back to that night in the bedroom. NO! Don't even think it! Besides… a short amount of time isn't long enough. I want to cherish her from tip to toe. He smiled inwardly before daydreaming of the things he would do to her.
He was brought out of his reverie when Kyoko leaned forward and picked up the remote control to turn on the television while they finished eating.
"Do you mind?"
"Not in the least." It would, at least, take his mind off of the fine divot where her bellybutton rested in that perfect skin of her belly that he could remember so clearly.
He glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Kyoko, do you mind if I change the channel? There's a show I think I'd like to watch. I don't get to see it often."
She handed him the remote, nodding that she was fine with him changing the channel. Not that the nesting habits of seagulls was interesting anyw… what? No Ren, keep changing the channel. Please! Don't stop here!
It was Bridge Rock. Ren set the remote down on the table.