I don't own, as usual. I have an idea for a quick one-shot I want to do, involving Inui juice and smut-smuttiness. Don't know if I'll ever get to writing it, but I have some extra free time with this hurricane, so maybe. Helpful hints when reading; people don't always remember their dreams…especially if it's all in subconscious desire. Denial is a beautiful thing.
Chapter Three: Seduction and the Locker
Can you tie it for me?" She motioned to the ribbon. He tied it, cautiously, watching her every breath and move.
He followed the movements of her tongue as she licked the blood off her forefinger…her smooth long forefinger that glistened under her tongue's moisture. Suddenly the ribbon felt soft, it felt fleshy and everything that a ribbon was not.
His hand reached for the back of her head, there was something he had been dying to do…
Dying to do…he was dying to try…
He pulled back and the cascade of auburn slipped into his fingers and he was gone…lost inside her ecstasy.
So lost…and he couldn't find a way back out when she bit her lip and called his name…
…Ryoma.
"…Yeah! What do you think cows do with all that calcium? They're planning their attack! Right Ochibi?"
Ryoma simply grunted in response, not reacting to his sempai's use of his dreaded nickname nor paying attention to the nonsense he was babbling.
He was far too tired for all of this, he needed a nap.
He walked along side his sempai-tachi, a large portion of them deciding to go to the burger joint after practice. He hadn't a clue how all of them managed to summon all that energy, he was beat and strangely irritable.
"Hey, Echizen, get your order"
"Huh…? O-Oh, um, two cheeseburgers with fries, please"
The cashier smiled brightly, her wide bright eyes taking him in appreciatively,
"Okay, that'll be all?" The only sign of response was the incoherent grunt before grabbing his tray. He was lacking energy these past few days, he kept dazing off.
His mind was hazy and it was annoying, his game was off and that's when he realized that something had to be done about it. More than anything, he was perturbed by the fact that his body was reacting without him reacting first, and that never happened. Ryoma prided himself for the undeniably wicked control he had over his body, willing it to do what he trained it to do, learning moves his mind registered in only a matter of minutes.
"Ochibi, pass the barbecue!" He snapped back and passed the loud boy the sauce.
"Wow, ochibi, you've been daydreaming all day! You met a girl or something?"
"NAH! Echizen? Girls? Not a chance, he'd make them all cry, the Gods of dating gave up on him a long time ago"
He glared, obviously annoyed.
His expression was stern and unmoving, not much different from his normally bored look, but more uneasy. The sempai-tachi nervously chatted aimlessly around him, very aware of how scary their kouhai could get, and very scared to be anywhere near him in this state with a tennis ball and racket in tow.
Hell they were scared without the tennis balls; the ex-midget could wield a racket like Hercules.
The regulars looked out from the window and saw that the sun was setting and the boys went their separate ways, each taking the fork in the road to their independent houses.
Ryoma treaded along the street and kicked a rock near him.
Why was he so off this week? He was getting enough sleep, he ate well. The homework load wasn't that bad at all and his baka oyaji was minding his business this week too.
Was he getting sick? His temperature was a bit more heated than usual. Now that he though about it…he'd been off since Monday…
Ribbons…
Licking…
Legs…
He scowled, realization dawning on him. The visual stimulation was far too familiar. So that was the problem, was it?
She held his gaze and held out the ribbon to him, the blood on her other hand finding its way to her plumped mouth…
Why? Why did he, of all people, have to be there?
He sighed, what great timing…he just had to be in the wrong place at the wrong time…in the wrong situation.
It was just too unexpected and the spontaneousnessof it all caught him off guard, at any other time he would have been able to block out the sensation.
He cursed summer and the heat that fueled his testosterone. It was always during really heated weather that his body let his defenses down. Normally he could fight it out, but there were times when the arousal became a nuisance to deal with. He was a man after all…he scowled at himself; what kind of a man couldn't handle a bit of eye candy without having his whole week thrown out of whack. He just had to let it ride out; eventually it would go away…
He patted the knots in his back and felt the muscles coil up like springs. He could feel all the tension mesh together in his body. He sighed when he felt the air chill around him steadily with the setting sun. He reached for his bag to grab his jacket only to have his hand meet air.
Dammit, he left his bag back in the locker room. He sighed again, deciding he would just retrieve it tomorrow in the morning.
Wait, no, his debates book was in there. Damn and he had to study up on a debate for tomorrow, too. What a great friggin' time to forget his gym bag; was the school even open now?
He remembered that there was a broken fence in the back and he turned on his heel and ran towards the school.
She stuffed her clothes inside the gym bag, not even properly folding them. She turned her head to the right, looking at the blackening sky from the window pane. She stayed later than usual finishing that book report and now she would probably be walking home in the middle of the night. Her grandmother was out in a coaches' convention until tomorrow so she couldn't even think to call her.
She stuffed the tennis ball inside her bag, stopping for nearly a second in recognition.
Ryoma-kun…
She sighed, she had barely seen him since that Monday and she couldn't face him without blushing madly…it was just too awkward to be around him when she saw him in her dreams. And God, those dreams were still haunting her. Almost every night she saw his sweat slicked skin in her mind, waking up drenched in sweat almost every morning.
Hormones were so troublesome! She wanted him so bad, but whenever she tried…
It didn't matter anyways, as of late he'd been straying away from her general direction.
Not that he was avoiding her per se, but there would be random times when she didn't seek him out and they just happened to bump into each other. And he wouldn't mind a short, one syllable worded conversation.
Now, as Tomoka so kindly pointed out, he was treating her even colder than usual. She sighed dejectedly; maybe this really wasn't that great of an idea. She tapped her head against the locker next to her in frustration. She should have known that things ordered in catalogs were no good, they were never any good. She only managed to embarrass herself so far. She blushed when she remembered the incident of that morning and her blush deepened when she remembered how she…behaved.
She sighed again…it seemed like such a good idea then. She cursed the manual to bits in her mind. Once she started noticing that he was being distant, she hadn't even opened the book.
Sakuno snapped out of her trance when she heard the main door squeak open. Who in the world would be in school at this hour? It was almost seven-thirty! That door was only open because the librarian had asked her to lock up.
She heard the approaching footsteps and gripped her tennis bag. The boy entering the room grabbed the wooden block and widened the door with his hand. Sakuno's eyes bulged.
"Ry-Ryoma-kun!" Ryoma's eyes widened a fraction when he looked up at her.
"Ryuzaki, what are you--?"
"No, Ryoma--!" The door slammed behind him.
"…kun" He looked at her and saw her petrified face and a sudden sense of foreboding fell over him.
"No way…"
"What?" His pulse sped. He looked around in the dimly lit locker room; suddenly, the walls looked like they were getting closer…
"The door…" He looked towards the door and the panic started again…no it couldn't…
"What about it…?" You could almost hear the distress in his voice.
"…The Librarian locked the door and left it open so I would just have to close it…"
His blood froze when she spoke next
"And the locker room is the only key…I don't have"
No way…no way in Kami's name was he trapped inside a locker room with Ryuzaki.
There was someone up there who was playing Bingo with his fate.
His voice was incredulous and slow, as if he were reaffirming what she said to his own ears,
"You…don't have the key. You don't…why are you even here, how can you not have a key?"
Sakuno shied an inch more away from him; he had very rarely taken that tone with her. He usually only spoke like that when he reprimanded his sempai, usually when they did something stupid. "I didn't know you were going to barge in like that…I-I, the librarian—"
"You have got to be kidding me…" Ryoma ran a hand over his cap in frustration. He let a curse from under his breath. "How are we supposed to get out of here?"
Sakuno glared at him beneath her eyelids. She didn't know how this was her fault and he didn't need to curse at her. Gosh, he was being so snippy, it wasn't like him.
"I'm only here because the Librarian didn't have the keys to the girl's locker room and I needed to stay late for reports so she left the door open and took the keys. I didn't expect anyone to come so late…gomen-ne" She mumbled under her breath. She bit her lip when her eyes moistened; she would not cry, she would not cry.
He managed to compose himself. Yes, his timing sucked big time, but whining wouldn't get them out of here. Damn, that was the second time this week that she managed to throw him off.
"Don't you have a phone?"
Sakuno hesitated before answering, "Yes, but I don't have service in here" He shrugged back against the wall and shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Whatever, security should be making patrols around the school later; we'll just wait it out until someone finds us. Or one of our parents start freaking out when we're not home" Too bad her grandmother was out of town. Patrol doesn't start until eleven either, so she would be alone with him for a while.
She suddenly realized that she was in a small room with Ryoma, alone.
In a small room.
For God knows how long.
Alone with the man that plagued her dreams and was the source of the discomfort tucked secretively below her pelvis.
Kami, help us all.
Seduction works on the brain. It's the art of making a guy fall in love with you against his will. Seduction is purely psychological and forces the subconscious to want you before they are even aware.
SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR ERRORS. God knows I hate them, but I STILL don't have a beta -- Someone be kind and direct one that has an FF account to me, please.
Ah, yes, short chapter, I know. This is one of my shortest chapters and it's taken me the longest to write. I think I rewrote this like five times. I know how I want this story to go, but then I forget that they have to get there somehow.
This story will be short, as I cannot manage multi-chaptered stories. It'll get hotter soon, I hope.
Thanks a bunch to my reviewers, you guys get me going! I'm glad you guys liked the last chapter it was really fun to write. Hopefully, things will be getting hotter sooner. I just need to make it work. Ryoma is the hardest character in the world to write, just to let you know. Hopefully he wasn't too OOC. I tried the best I could to make him in character.
School is starting, so I can't promise super speedy updates but reviews serve as excellent inspiration.
Peace and love, bitches!