"Hey babe."
It was Aomine.
You gave him a scowl. That stupid smirk. You wanted to slap him, and that's what exactly you did. You slapped him hard on the right cheek. His face flew back and he was surprised. After you slapped him, you immediately regretted it. You gasped and brought your hands to your mouth.
"Oh my god..." You whispered.
Aomine recovered quickly, "What was that for?!"
"I-I don't know..." You started to panic. "Oh my god are you okay?" You brought you hand to his cheek. You checked for anything, sure enough it was red. Though there were no bruises or swelling. You rubbed your hands on his cheek.
"Damn, you sure hit hard for girl like you." Aomine grunted.
Your eyes went everywhere, "Are you okay though? Oh my god, I don't know what came to me..."
Aomine laughed, "I'm fine."
"Are you su-"
"Chloe, I'm fine." He reassured you.
"Oh..." You said. You looked at his eyes, "Oh... okay..."
Aomine looked back at you. You two were silent for a moment. Just staring at each other's eyes sent tingly feelings through your feet up to your spine. Aomine then cleared his throat.
"As much as I want you to hold my cheek, I've got to get into a game."
"Wha-" You looked at you hand, it was still on his cheek. You flinched then pulled your hand away. You turned around and started blushing, you didn't want him to see your red face. "Oh.. okay, yeah go ahead."
Aomine laughed behind you, "What? Scared of liking me, Chloe?"
Yes. You thought, but you didn't say anything.
You were amazed. You admitted that.
You heard your friends screaming and shouting for supporting the New York panthers. It was a close game, until Aomine came up at half time. He literally eld the game from 67-69 to 104-82.
You didn't talk about the encounter that occurred outside the bathroom. You watched Aomine run fast, using his agility to make taller players fall and shooting those magnificent formless shots.
He was beautiful... STOP BRAIN. He truly was though, every move of him was flawless. He smiled when he played. Each time he earned a basket, all of his team mates would pat him on the back. He smiled. He never smiled before though... weird. Cameras zoomed in on Aomine after all of his shots. He was smiling. He was always known for his scowls and smirks but never for his smiling because he never smiled before.
"Oh my god, that Aomine guy is sooo good." Claire nearly died.
"Chloe, why are you so quiet?" Sandra looked at me, "I thought you were the one who is going to call the referee and get pissed at the other team."
You shrugged, "I'm not feeling it today."
"What?" Maddie said, "You always feel it."
By the end of the game, the score was 178-125. Aomine destroyed them, like he usually does.
You left the place alone. Yes, your friends new something was up but they thought you weren't feeling good the whole day, so you took the chance to walk home by yourself. You walked by the edge of the harbor and stopped. You turned to the big body of water and breathed in the salty air. The only lights were the dim street lamps that towered over people. It was windy, and the salt from the water was getting into your hair. You couldn't care less.
Lately, the colors at night seemed brighter than before while stars appeared in the sky. Your mind kept on thinking about Aomine and how played so swiftly and flawlessly. You sniffed, you were getting a running nose due to the cold and windy night.
"Huh, I found you again..." You jumped and turned, it was Aomine. Again?!
"What the fuck..." You turned to him, astounded.
"Heh, I saw you leave. Thought you might be here thinking about stuff." He walked closer to you with his hands in his tracksuit.
"Thinking about what stuff?" You said, "I wans't thinking about anything."
"Oh, so you were just staring at the dark ocean and being emo."
"Yes."
"Hah," He leaned on the railing.
"What."
Aomine shrugged, "Nothin'."
You turned to look at his navy blue eyes, he turned back.
"It's funny," Aomine said while he looked at you, "Your eyes are shining when it's dark."
"You're just imagining it."
"No seriously," He leaned in closer to you, you didn't move or flinch, "Your eyes are really shiny."
You rolled your eyes, "Your eyes are just really dark blue."
Aomine smirked, "Heh, you like them don't you."
"No way."
Aomine grabbed the waist band of your jeans. You gasped. He pulled you with hardly any strength and closed the gap between you too. Your lips were inches away from his but your body was flushed against his lean and muscular one. He wrapped his arms around your waist and gave a slight smile, "But you said that I was EXTREMELY attractive."
You smiled at him, "What if I changed my mind?"
Aomine's smile faded into a serious expression, "You wouldn't"
You laughed and patted his right cheek, "I'm pretty sure I did."
Before you let your hand go, Aomine grabbed it and let it stay on his cheek. He stared at you, "You know..." His voice turned a little husky. You almost died, "This was the cheek you slapped so hard on."
"Yeah, so?"
"It still hurts." Aomine pouted. Geez, a 26 year old pouting, what even.
"What do you want me to do?" You said jokingly, "Kiss it?"
"Yes." Aomine leaned in close, so close your noses were touching.
Your eyes widened and you looked down at his lips. Those lips, you did want to kiss them. He was still holding your hand and you felt blood rushing up to your own cheeks but you shook your head, "That was a joke."
"Well, I'm not joking," Aomine said. He tilted his head a little.
You stared at his navy blue eyes, then started to close them. You leaned in a little more, then you felt soft lips make contact with your own. Your free hand went up to Aomine's chest and you gripped his jersey. The kiss was soft and slow, you didn't stop it because you enjoyed it. Enjoyed the feeling of being kissed, of being liked by the opposite sex for once. You forgot what romance felt like, you forgotten everything.
Aomine pulled you closer and let go of the hand he was holding to hold the small of your back. You kept your hand on his cheek, you liked the warmth that was radiating over it.
The kiss was slow but sensual. You cherished every moment of it and every moment of it reminded you of that sensation you didn't feel for many, many years. The sensation was to feel loved and feel affection.
Aomine's lips were guiding yours. You moaned a little when he brush his tongue over your lower lip. You opened your mouth a little and he took the chance. He tasted of mint chewing gum and gatorade. You titled your head a little more. Aomine grabbed both the sides of your faces and cupped it. You let go of his cheek and pulled on his hair. You didn't want it to stop... but you had to.
You slowly let go. You heard Aomine moan a little. You were frustrated that you couldn't feel the warmth he gave while he kissed you. You missed it all ready.
You opened your eyes and back up a little from Aomine. You pulled on a strand of hair and looped it behind your ear. You looked at Aomine, he was frowning.
"What." You said to him, "Don't look at me like that..." You whispered.
Aomine gave a small smirk, "You seemed like you enjoyed that."
Good, so he wasn't made at you. "Oh please, it was terrible."
He laughed, "Sure," then walked up to you and gave a quick kiss again.
Sorry for the grammar issues, I made this to M rated 'cause it might be inapropro for some readers.
