She was the taller one. Stronger. He didn't know how or why she liked (loved?) him.
Her shirt was half unbuttoned, and he could see her cleavage.
It didn't do a thing for him though.
Kissing again. This did it for him.
For awhile at least.
The lips were too soft-- her body too curved.
He could only fantasize for so long.
Her fingers lingered against his skin, under the waistband of his boxers. Sliding them down over his butt.
He should like her-- love her maybe. She wasn't a bad person.
He was using her.
He wasn't going to get anywhere with Yamato...
Jumping at her touch-- where it was. He blinked at her.
"What?" she stared at him, "Should I stop?"
He hadn't even noticed she was half naked.
Didn't do a thing.
She pulled her hand out of his pants.
"I'm taking a shower before my parents get home."
He pulled up his pants and sighed. He shouldn't use her. It was wrong.
"I'm sorry, Ohtake."
She wasn't Yamato. Never would be.
Hot water. Wash away all the sweat.
"Fuck you, Yamato." she muttered, water flowing down her legs. She wasn't angry. She was too tired for that. She wasn't anything anymore.
She knew it was too good to be true.
She knew.
"Kodaira." she was nervous.
"Hm? Ohtake?" he looked up from his book. He couldn't figure out why she was talking to him with her cheeks pink.
"Will..." she took a deep breath, "Will you go on a date with me?"
"Uh--" he was blushing. Startled, "I'm so--"
"Just once. If you don't have fun, I won't bother you again."
He was quiet, contemplative. She saw his gaze shift to Yamato and Sayama, and back to his desk. Back to Yamato, and then turning to Akitsu.
"Sure." he smiled.
"I'll text you."
She didn't smile, but she beneath the surface, she was glowing with happiness.
She pretended not to notice that his gaze wasn't on her.
She pretended not to know that it had never been on her.
"Dammit."
The water was cooling. It didn't scald her skin anymore. Just numbed it.
She was a stupid, lovesick school girl. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
She knew he wasn't interested. She knew Kiyose's comics weren't as far off base as some thought.
Six dates, and he'd acted the whole time. Made her think there was hope.
He'd kissed her.
She turned off the water, and stepped out, walking over to the mirror. Analyzed herself.
She was more muscled than most girls, but it wasn't overdone... everything flowed together.
Grabbed a towel. Walked out and back to her room in nothing but the towel, and opened the door.
"This doesn't turn you on?" she pulled the towel off, and away from her body, standing naked across the room from him. She wasn't at all like her usual self. She was softer. Less... cold? Her dark hair was too her waist, and she was still wet.
He stared at her, eyes up and down her body.
"You're beautiful." He said quietly, looking away with a sad sigh, "In an artistic way."
She looked away from him.
"I'm sorry."
"Whatever." She pretended not to care as she wrapped herself in a towel again. She refused to meet his eyes.
"Ohtake--"
"You can go home."
She heard him stand, and walk past her. Out the door and she sank to her knees against the wall, slamming her fist against it.
"Dammit!"
In the back of her mind, a whisper said this was probably how Kodaira felt most days when he was thinking about Yamato.
[END]
Originally, I wasn't going to post this. I didn't like it much. But, according to feedback, it doesn't fail as hard, so I decided to post it up.
And this is my second OTP I swear.
5/14/2010: Fixed typos I missed before.
~Pachi