Authors Chat: Very short chapter. Sort of fan-service, sort of Ren-service. *snicker* Us fanfic writers never really acknowledge the fact that men think about sex and act on their own desires so very often. I DO remember reading one fanfic where Ren did though, though now I can't remember which one it was… Whomever it was, kudos to you.
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 49
Kyoko had very pleasantly fallen asleep in a state of bliss.
Ren, on the other hand, was plagued and restless. Images of Kyoko's fluttering eyes and pink lips kept playing on the inside of his eyelids every time he closed them.
He kept trying to think of other things; his roles, his parents, finances – a very boring topic for someone with no financial difficulties and very few bills.
It was all in vain though, as everything led right back to her. His roles made him think of her acting opposite him. His parents made him wonder how overjoyed they would be when… if… she ever agreed to become part of their family. His finances made him wonder if her roles and Love Me work paid enough since she still worked at the Daruma Ya part time.
Ren sighed, "All roads lead to Rome, I guess." He acquiesced his defeat, and closed his eyes, allowing himself to remember her laughter, her sweet face, and her scent.
He thought about her so much, it began to hurt.
Ren's hand snaked down his body and into his sleep shorts, then slid his hand down his member to the end, then stopped.
"What am I doing!" He pulled his hand back above the covers.
His vision of her had changed, she stood in his imagination in her school uniform.
He groaned, as he rolled to flat on his back, attempting to get a more comfortable position with less tension in his shorts.
"She's still in high school. She's only 17, you dirty old man." As if calling himself a dirty old man would make the problem go away. All it did, though, was make him think about age.
She'll turn 18 in a few months. Then… then it would be safe to touch her. She would be a real adult. By American standards anyway. By Japanese standards, she's already old enough to marry.
He imagined her in his bedroom then, zipping up her school uniform skirt beside his bed, asking what her "Honey" wanted for breakfast.
In his vision, her tousled hair and semi-dressed state caused his heart to thump harder, and his member to pulse harder.
Ren picked up his head and slammed it back hard on his pillow, willing the thoughts to leave his head, but no matter what, he could not get rid of the images of her.
If he did not do something about his problem, he wouldn't e able to get to sleep at all.
Once again, Ren's hand slid down, and into his shorts.
This time though, he allowed himself to see those images, and images of Kyoko as she had been as Natsu… in undergarments, sitting on top of him, their intimate parts rubbing together through their clothes.
His hand moved over his erection as he imagined Kyoko as Natsu writhing in his bed as he stood over her looking down and stripping his shorts off.
He remembered the feel of her body as he slid down to taste her sweet spot.
Ren's hand caressed the soft skin of his head and remembered what it felt like, pressed against her opening.
He began stroking his whole length, up and over his head as he remembered the press of her lips, begging him "please… please… please" for that release he himself now desired.
His breathing increased and his movements sped up as he remembered that first press into her wet folds, only he didn't stop there this time. His imagination took over where memory left off, and he stroked himself deep inside her until he brought her. Ren's body spasmed as his release came in his hand while her moans permeated his mind, where he brought her with her school girl skirt pushed up around her waist.
Ren breathed heavily for a moment, resting, then picked up his discarded sleep shorts beside him, depositing the fruits of his labor into the cloth.
Ren finally fell asleep, thinking, "I'll clean up later… I'm already going to Hell anyway."