Ha-ha, I forgot the disclaimer in the first chapter. My badsies. It's high school, so they have different uniforms; nothing fancy, it's practically the same for girls since it's just a green, plaid skirt with the same shirt. Only difference is that it's plaid, short, and the socks are a little above the knees.

Disclaimer: I don't own, and I probably never will since I would ruin the whole thing with mindless coupling.

Step Two: First Move

Use a seductive tone of voice. Not too nasal, not too high -- throaty and soft is most appealing. Embrace your sexuality; it's not the physical attributes themselves as much as the implications that attract men. Value what you have, that is what excites the man.

Sakuno gripped his arm, her fingerprints marking his skin as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. His fingers wrapped around her thigh and she could almost feel the release her body was crying for. Her nails raked down his back and after the first drop of blood flowed from her battered bottom lip and slipped on her tongue, she screamed.

Ryoma

Sakuno jumped with a start, her eyes bulging from surprise and her chest beating a mile a minute. Her eyes lingered on the fingers deftly pressing against the innocent white cloth on her hips. Her eyes widened as the moisture on her fingers registered on her mind. Her head was dizzy and she was intoxicated with want and desire, her body feeling numb and empty, craving the feel of something against her skin. She drew out a shaky breath and looked back down at her fingers, understanding flashing on her poor unsuspecting face.

Oh God.

A sharp blush covered her already flushed face and she gawked, horrified at her actions as the water dripped from her bangs to her sore breasts. She hit her head against the tiled walls of the school locker room, ashamed and thankful that it was far too early for anyone to be anywhere within the school grounds. How embarrassing! She couldn't believe a girl of her polite upbringing could be thinking of a man in such a way!

Oh God, if he knew that she...

Sakuno sighed and berated herself mentally while she dressed, pulling her clothes on slowly when the fabric soothed her overly sensitive skin. She hissed lowly when she clasped her bra on, the cups pushing too tightly on her fleshy globes. The edges of the size AA cups marked her harshly…maybe she was getting fat. She frowned at the thought. Sakuno finished dressing and she scurried away from the locker room, sports bag and racket in tow.

She looked at the clock on the wall outside and sighed. She had hoped the early tennis practice and shower would pass the time left before school. Time always crawled when she came to school so early with her grandmother. She winced at the thought of her grandmother, what would she say if she knew that her sweet granddaughter was having erotic daydreams? Of her former tennis ace none the less! Oh the shame.

She shook her head furiously. It's not like it was something she could help; besides the manual said that before seducing someone, you should embrace your sexuality. She looked down dejectedly; if only she were sexy.

Wait a second, her bow was missing

She sighed heavily; it probably fell out of her bag on her way out of the courts. She walked in the opposite direction and pondered. She was sure that even if she were more attractive, it'd still be impossible to lure Ryoma Echizen into a bed…unless you looked like ponta or his cat.

Regardless, she promised Tomoka she would at least try to execute her plan since she went through the trouble of purchasing the silly manual to begin with. She stopped when she heard a powerful –pok– near the courts. Her heart sped up with each step. She stood behind a wall, gazing at Ryoma from the side. Her eyes glazed and when he took an upward stance, bouncing the ball lazily on his racket. His body language, his entire body was enough to get her cheeks burning. Her ribbon was only a meter away from him. She braced herself with the wall when a small smile made it on her face. She fingered the manual languidly in her bag; remembering something that might be useful.

Flipping through some pages she stopped. Her smile widened and she hid the book back into her bag's pocket. The steady –pok– of the ball lulled the last of her senses and she walked towards her ribbon. She was too dazed to realize his back froze as her presence was made known. He glanced at her swiftly before relaxing and continuing his practice. She was here really early.

He stopped, assuming she wanted something, and looked at her with his eyebrow raised when her back was facing him. He shrugged, and was about to turn away when a pink ribbon caught his eye. In his line of focus, he noticed a hand reach for it gingerly, caressing the cotton. Automatically he shifted his vision and when he saw his coach's granddaughter bend over the ribbon, legs trailing up to a barely covered curve...he pulled his eyes away almost forcefully. Why was he in this situation so early in the morning? He thought angrily.

Sakuno could hear the added power to his returns. She pricked her finger on a loose twig, satisfied when a thin line of red appeared on two of her fingers. She walked towards him and smiled at his furrowed brows.

"Ryoma-kun…" His back was rigid, surprised at how close she suddenly was. He never minded her before.

"Is something bothering you?" Her voice sounded lower, a little throaty and amused.

"What are you going on about?" His eyes were on her, completely expressionless. She didn't miss the white knuckles holding his racket. She smiled and showed the ribbon in her hands. He looked at the cloth, and then at her chest, noticing it wasn't in place. He didn't react and he looked bored.

"Can you tie it for me?" She motioned to the ribbon. A dark flush was on her face. If this worked, he…

"Why can't you?"

She cocked her head to the side innocently. "I pricked my finger accidentally," she licked the blood flowing down her fingers "I don't want to get blood on it"

"Go to the infirmary and get that cleaned" There was the lightest hint of urgency in his command..

"Infirmary's not open this early, plus I'll be scolded if I'm not in proper uniform…" The blush was all over her face and neck, but she never broke eye contact. He eyed her skeptically, choosing to stare at the beads of water falling from her bangs and the tips of her ponytail instead of the skin where her chest wasn't covered. What happened to her braids? He grabbed the cloth and placed it around her neck, unintentionally bringing them closer.

Her hair looked shorter too.

His nimble fingers worked quickly and when she inhaled deeply, his finger brushed against something fleshy. He was rigid for a split second before he finished the bow. Now was a good time to walk away and nap somewhere. He stepped back…

"You're tense" He looked as surprised as his emotionless face could when he felt her words on his neck. He was tense, and he didn't know why.

This was his old coach's granddaughter…she knew how to cook and stutter but she wasn't capable of what other girls were capable of. With that thought he regained his composure and the evident frustration disappeared, much to Sakuno's disappointment. This was harder than she expected…she smiled,

"You shouldn't let that tension affect your tennis, Ryoma-kun" She scolded as she walked past him, the wind carrying her body heat to him.

She knew it was a low blow, but she had to keep his attention somehow.

"Ja-ne, Ryoma-kun" She said shyly, the force of the heat dulling a bit. She suddenly felt embarrassed at what she did. She hurried away, the light breeze making her skirt flirt with her smooth thighs.

He only stared at her, eyes narrowed and suspicious. This scene was a lot more familiar, maybe he was just overreacting. This was Ryuzaki and she was in no way conniving. Now he felt a bit guilty and silly for antagonizing her because he got flustered, please, as if Ryuzaki could be like those women that came onto him with their innuendos and shameless touches.

Plus, it was way too early in the morning for his body to reject arousal. He looked at his watch; Tezuka-buchou should be here by now…He patted his shoulder with his racket and went off to challenge his captain. He had some frustrations he needed to expel.

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He was touching her again, angry that she was playing games. He was the sportsman, she was his challenge. Her game was what made this exciting, but she made his senses too wild to play and his focus was too crossed. He touched her there and her loud moan put him back on track and put her back into place. As he touched her, she screamed; the rapture shocking every nerve to the tip of her tongue. His body, his hair, his eyes, and his smirk captured her. Just his look sent her body on fire, and he was so delicious when he was frustrated.

She wrapped her leg loosely around his waist and bit her forefinger, rocking her hips steadily against his. He purposely changed his pace to make her flustered, to make her feel the anguish he felt when she made him lose the concentration it took to command his body.

"Just...take me, take me now"

His fingers pushed her and she whimpered wanting the release only he could provide, the release he was keeping from her…

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Sakuno jumped with a start. The English teacher was talking and most of the students were paying attention and if they weren't, they weren't looking at her general direction. She was simply thankful that she didn't do or say anything embarrassing during her nap. Her breath hitched and her face glowed in a light flush. By now, she was getting used to having these dreams. She looked down at her clenched thighs and she was suddenly very aware of the pulsating in her groin.

Was it possible to be attracted to someone so much? God and how attraction evolves. She went from pursuing his company to pursuing his body. She felt so guilty for trying to lure him to her, but she didn't know how much more of this she could take. Her attraction to him was long standing and she feared that not even her body could ever react to anyone the same way. If he was going to have a lover outside of tennis, she wanted to be the one in his company. She needed him and she wanted him to need her. Her eyes glazed over and the pulse in her groin didn't subside. He was a man, and he needed to feel heat too. Even if he couldn't love her, even if he could only love tennis, she still hoped that somewhere in his mind, he could think of her the way she thought of him.

She looked at her bag, glaring at what she knew was inside. Somehow, she knew it spelled trouble but she couldn't help but feel it was her best shot.

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Ryoma rallied with his sempai, relieved that he didn't need to overexert himself anymore than he had that morning. His buchou seemed annoyed at his aggressiveness in the early morning and subsequently pounded him in the courts. He could never really win against Tezuka unless his head was completely in the game. The entire time he was just wandering about, thinking about nothing in particularly. He also felt guilty and frustrated with himself, but looking back on it now; he completely forgot what got him so worked up.

The ball flew away from his racket and he was sure that whoever was on the other side would send it back in the same rhythm. Who was he playing again? Snapping out of his daze he focused his eyes on his friend. Right, right, Momo-sempai wanted a game. He stood rooted in position until he realized, several seconds after, that the ball wasn't bouncing anywhere near him.

He looked up to see Momo-sempai pouting in his direction.

"Nani?" He questioned dully. His pout deepened.

"Buchou wasn't kidding when he said you were totally out of it, this is no fun."

Ryoma raised a brow, "I'm fine, and even then I could've still beaten you"

Momo sighed, "Yeah, yeah," waving his hand and whining, "I know, you're so not cute. Either way, it's like I'm not even playing you."

He shrugged, prompting with, "Baka, who else would you be playing"

"I don't know, but all this arguing made me hungry, let's go track down Eiji-sempai and get some brugers, ne!?"

"You have to start paying them yourself, sempai"

Momo rubbed his head sheepishly, "Normally, I'd tell you to go get taller, but I guess you already did, so...go get a girlfriend! Ha! You're screwed there!"

"Baka sempai, a girl would just be a distraction,"

Momo scoffed at his reply "Yeah, like you're not distracted enough"

Ryoma opened his mouth to answer but the next words froze him.

Momo sempai sighed. "Whatever's bothering ya', Echizen, fix it before it screws up your tennis"

"Don't let that affect your tennis…Ryoma-kun"

All of a sudden, this became a problem.

The element of surprise is the best way to get a guy to notice you. Distract him from his focus and his guard will be down long enough for him to remember you. If this guy is serious about what he does, then his guard will go straight back up, but believe it, he's thinking about you.

TBC

Believe it or not, when you're aroused, you become very confident very suddenly. It's practically instinctual, even for shy people; they just fret over it after.

Sorry for the delayed update, I finished writing the second chapter a while ago and it was crap so I re-wrote it. I seriously need a beta kiddos, slap me skin, help me out, ya know?

Thank God for hurrican seasons, cancelled classes, and more free time, ne?

Haha, peace and love bitches!