A/N: I'd never intended to make a second chapter. I'd expected "The Punishment" to be a one-shot. I felt some inspiration though. I keep up on the manga, and have even looked through the raws up until the most current chapter. Motomi Kyousuke is amazing. 3 I went crazy and made a wallpaper to relive one awesome chapter, in particular.

For those who have not seen the raws, I'll leave out any spoilers. This is partly the reason the piece below just jumps into the action. I was honestly unsure where to place it within the "Dengeki Daisy" chapters. It goes after my first story, but part of me wanted it to happen much later- except that I didn't want to spoil anything for any readers. I just felt the urge to write something sexy. I'm not sure if I managed to do so- it seems less flushed out than my first "D.D." piece (so much writer's block lately!), but I hope you find some enjoyment in it. :D As always, any thoughts or suggestions are welcome!

-The Second Punishment-

Teru flinched at the unexpected sensation. Kurosaki was slowly tracing her lips with his tongue. Teru registered the back-and-forth motion.

"Shh... Sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you," she could hear the young man murmur before returning to his activity. Teru's breath was hitching in her throat. She swore she could feel the blood in her veins pounding through her body, and rushing past her ear drums to create a thrumming feeling. She felt her hands as they clasped tightly onto the sleeves of Kurosaki's shirt.

There was a soft chuckle coming from Kurosaki. Teru felt heat rising into her cheeks, and she was grateful for the darkness in the room. "What's so funny?"

Kurosaki planted a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. "Your reactions. I've always wondered how they'd be if I ever..."

Teru felt Kurosaki's lips move to the corner of her mouth, then skip lightly to make a path along her jaw line, before moving down the side of her neck. She felt the young man's breaths against the dip beside her collarbone, and she shuddered at the strange sensation. She could hear Kurosaki inhale.

"God, you smell incredible."

Teru felt her throat contract; her voice came out as a whisper. "I'm not wearing anything special."

The girl could feel Kurosaki's hands tighten around her upper arms.

"You don't need anything 'special,' Teru. You're plenty already."

Teru felt more heat scorch her cheeks. She hoped desperately that the blonde before her wouldn't notice.

She noticed the young man's thumbs now stroked the bare flesh on her arms. Then Kurosaki's movements went still. Moments passed- what seemed like an eternity, before the young man released her. Before Teru could catch a breath, Kurosaki had already stood up and strode away to the other side of the room. The girl blinked in the darkness, trying to adjust and refocus on the shadow across the room.

"Did I...do something wrong?"

A long pause- no sound except the steady thrumming of blood past the girl's ear drums.

"No. You could never do anything wrong, Teru. It's me."

"But why...did you stop? Didn't you say I was in for another 'punishment'?" Teru felt butterflies dance through her belly as her nervous voice bounced off of the walls of the young man's apartment.

She heard a long sigh from Kurosaki. "The 'punishment' is finished. You've been scolded enough." Teru could make out the silhouette of the young man as he ran a hand through his hair.

"You can go home now, Teru."

The girl swung her legs over the edge of the couch but didn't dare to stand up.

Spaghetti legs, Teru. Look what he's done to you!

She patted her warm cheeks. She really wanted to pinch herself- see if she was dreaming- but how ridiculous would that look?

Kurosaki would laugh, wouldn't he?

Teru kicked out with one leg. She took a deep breath to loosen the tightness of her throat.

"Why do you like to tease me so much, Kurosaki?"

The girl waited- the man's silhouette had paused its motion across the room.

"Because."

Teru made a raspberry sound. "Please- what kind of answer is that? I'm serious, Kurosaki. You don't even like me- I'm flat chested, and I'm short. You tell me this all-"

"I don't care about that. I don't care about any of that," the young man's voice cut her words short.

Confusion.

What? What do you mean, Kurosaki? You've been telling me this all along...

Another soft chuckle echoed across the apartment- it had shifted position. The blonde had moved closer. "And now you're probably scrambling through your memories- everything we've been through, all the times we've been alone, and all the times I've teased you. You're trying to figure out how I'm tricking you, and why I'd be doing such a thing."

Foot steps approaching. Teru watched as Kurosaki kneeled down on the floor and placed his hands on the couch's edge to either side of her small frame. She watched with fascination as the young man tilted his head up to look at her.

Your eyes, Kurosaki. I wish I could see clearly.

"But that's just been pretense. For a long time, Teru. 'Keep it separate,' I'd told myself. Daisy will be your hero in shining armor, appearing in cyberspace to protect you... And I'll just be that good-for-nothing, pain in the ass who makes you rake up dead leaves and clean swimming pools."

Teru reached out a hand tentatively to stroke the young man's cheek. She could feel his jaw tense up beneath her fingers. "But why does it have to be that way?"

Kurosaki reached up and clasped Teru's thin hand inside his own, gently bringing her fingers down away from his face. The girl felt a sharp pang in her chest.

Rejection. He's rejecting you, Teru...

"No," Teru's voice came out half-choked. "It doesn't have to be this way, Kurosaki. I love Daisy. He's helped me through so much. I'll always hold him dear, but I also..." The rest of the words wouldn't come out. The girl pulled on her hand to release it from the young man's grasp, but she was surprised when he held firm. She blinked in another attempt to push away the darkness of the room. Her voice came out in a whisper, "What are you thinking right now?"

What am I thinking? Kurosaki's thoughts began to bounce around in his skull. Let her go, damnit! Just let her go and walk away. She's just a girl!

The young man began to loosen his grip on Teru's hand.

But is she really? Teru's been growing. I've watched her grow from the time Souichirou died. She's dealt with Akira, and has even stood her ground when she helped Rena. She's not the same as before. She was strong before... Kurosaki took a deep breath, and lifted Teru's hand, palm-side up to his lips.

She's even stronger now.

Teru's breath hitched once again in her throat, the tingling sensation she'd felt before rushing up her arm towards her elbow. Just like last time. How does he do that?

"Kurosaki..."

"I think I've changed my mind; I want to continue 'punishing' you."

Teru could just make out the tilt of Kurosaki's mouth as it turned upward into a grin. The butterflies in her stomach started to multiply and become a swarm.

Oh, my god...

"Then, I guess I'll have to be brave."

Kurosaki's lips started to move up along the inside of her forearm.

"We'll see if you can survive..."