Kyoko could hear his footprints quickly approaching her, but couldn't find it in herself to run anymore. She never ran from Sho when she could help it. She wouldn't from her past senpai. In truth, what Sho had done to her was much worse than what Tsuruga Ren had done. Kyoko had told herself many times that Tsuruga hadn't owed her any duty. He was at the pinnacle at his career, highly desired for both modeling and acting work. Naturally he would be shipped all over the world, and he couldn't be counted to wait on his talento kohai on hand and foot for every silly acting question she could want answered.
For some reason, it had hurt though. It was a strange pain, one she couldn't compare with her selfish childhood "prince." Sho had never really appeared to care. That was the difference between the two men. She wanted to call Ren, but his Japanese phone line was disconnected. The letters she sent were always returned. She had never gotten his e-mail, and he had never tried to contact her.
In frustration, she had asked her best friend what could be causing the strange pain. Kanae hadn't known either, so she suggested that Kyoko work it off. Acting, according to her, was the best way to get out of your mind, and into someone else's. So Kyoko had accepted a multitude of roles, even though they were all dark. A murderous ghost, a crazy girl who tortured animals, and a goddess of nightmares were simply a few of the new roles under her belt. The pain had dulled a great deal, when she was in character. It was like armor.
The little pain in her heart had shrunken a bit, but seeing his face brought it all rushing back. Looking at him hurt her, she didn't know why, and it infuriated her. The little revenge she had gotten earlier had been a minor relief. Like most of the characters she played, she unloaded her burden onto others.
"Mogami-san, I would like to speak with you." He had finally caught up to her. She didn't stop walking.
"I should go back before the awards start." She said curtly, not turning her head to look at her past co-worker.
"The awards can wait." Ren said sternly, heading her off and blocking the path. Not wanting to stop, she turned and made her way into a fire stairwell. He followed her as she descended, frustrated.
"It cannot wait. Unlike you, some of us are actually hoping to win something for the their first time's tonight." He had forgotten. She had been nominated for the best new talent section. Fuwa Sho had won it last year.
He skipped a few steps ahead of her. "This is much more serious. By acting like this, you're hurting your career…" She cut him, her head turned to hide her anger.
"You can do whatever you want, but stop giving me advice and harassing me!"
She tried to edge from one side of the stairwell to the other, but Ren used his large frame to keep her from descending further.
"Harassing?" Ren stopped at the thought. His fake smile turned on like a light switch."You think I'm harassing you Mogami-san?" She nodded, not amused.
Ren re-climbed a few stairs, and swept Kyoko up. He held the finely dressed actress over his shoulder, keeping her steady by a hand on her nude back.
"Stop it! Put me down!" The talented actress cried out in anger. Kyoko suddenly added "female boxer" to the roles she'd like to have to use against him, right behind "vindictive fairies."
"No. I will not let you out of my sight until we handle this." Ren said sternly, as he looked at the levels painted on the stairwell. He was about four floors above where he needed to be. With Kyoko in his arms, he moved twice as fast, jumping over steps.
"There is no we!"' She said, yelling and hitting his back. "Let me go damn it!"
He got to the 75th floor. The hallway was abandoned, which was good because she hadn't stopped yelling. Balancing Kyoko on his arm, and through some quick one-handed maneuvers, he was able to slide the key into his hotel suite. Once inside, Ren immediately dropped her on the western bed, put the do not disturb sign on the door, and firmly pocked his room key.
"Now," he turned around with a frown "tell me why your behavior has become so appalling."
Kyoko said nothing. She folded her arms across her dress, and looked away at him. His frowned deepened.
"Kyoko…"
That caught her attention. She stood up, furious.
"How dare you call me by my name so intimately!"
"It's not in intimacy. I called your name due to your immaturity. You're acting like a child." Ren let his frustration out, angering as well.
She crossed the room and brought her palm to his face. The sound of the slap echoed in the large suite.
"How dare you treat me like a child still? All you've done is treat me like a child! Pretending to be my senpai, helping me in the industry! You told me you were my friend, acted as my brother even, and would help me whenever you can, then you take off without even a word of goodbye! Well guess what! I grew up while you were gone! Isn't that what you wanted! Treat me like a grown woman Ren!"
She stormed to the door, leaving the man speechless. She fumbled with the chained top lock, and angrily fumbled with it before getting it loose. Once able, she reached for the door handle and pulled it open, before his palms slammed the door shut again. He pressed himself against her back, similar to when they were on the roof. He purposefully pushed his muscular frame again the angry young actress, pinning her between the door and himself.
His breath was warm, and his voice dangerous as he lowered his head so she could adequately hear him. She could lightly smell the scent of champagne and smoke in his breath. He whispered into Kyoko's ear, breath hot and as seductive as night.
"I've been wanting to meet the adult Kyoko for a long time now."
He turned her around and pinned her against the door with his weight, as she met the Emperor Of The Night. Kyoko looked up at the sinful eyes of her captor, prideful and glossy with lust. Her body lightly begun to shake as he made his move.
He kept one hand on the door, but another snaked around Kyoko's frame. The hand was warm, calloused and large in comparison to her delicate, smooth, still lightly cool skin. He rested an open palm along the crook of her back. He leaned down for a kiss, but Kyoko put her fingers on his lips to stop him. The Emperor's eyes widen, as her hand lightly pushed him away. Never had he been interrupted by a woman.
Her anger had dissipated, but the mysterious pain had started again. It had started as soon as he had touched her bare skin, and the familiar body of her senpai entrapped her. The memories started rushing in.
"It hurts…"
Casting his lustful ego away, Ren looked down at her. There was a foreign look he had never seen in her eyes before. In his, yes, but never one he expected to see on hers. He knew what those orbs in her eyes meant. His face softened.
"I know... You've thrown yourself into work, trying to cut off the world around you. The more you're reminded, the more the pinprick hurts, right in your chest." Kyoko looked up at him in surprise. He went on, talking as if scripted from an internal monologue. "Things you never really noticed before catches & refreshes your memories. It's hard to smile, except from things you recollect in the past. You want to go back and live the most insignificant days, when everything was normal but felt right. You're so confused by it all…"
A constant heavy weight on her heart lifted, leaving an stinging open wound. Her eyes began to water. He knew what was causing the strange pain. She tried to voice her question, but found it missing. Ren looked down at an escaping tear and brushed it away with his thumb.
"I've missed you too…"
Her mind was swept blank, surprised by the feel of his lips. She knew a kiss was meant to be pleasurable, but she never understood how, until now. The skin was so soft, and warm. It made her skin tingle, and her lips feel hot. She could taste something too, but it was indescribable.
Unlike how her only other kiss had been quick and masked with chocolate, this kiss lasted much longer. Her head felt lighter as he coaxed the kiss deeper. Ren lightly raked her lip with his tongue, and as an the more inexperienced of the two, she mimicked his action.
A warm foreign feeling heated her lower stomach as he lightly moaned into the kiss. He pulled her against him all the more tightly as she became more daring. Her tongue began to explore the more erogenous points of his mouth, spurred on by his small verbal appreciation. He reciprocated her kisses with brushing his tongue against her, caught in a duel of creating pleasure.
He pulled away from her, and she inhaled his last kiss before fluttering her eyes open. She was struck with how deep his eyes could be. Seeing a simple colour like black flickering with an alien energy was new to her. The expression he had on his face both attracted her and unnerved her. A mixture of Ren and the Emperor.
His lips brushed her earlobe before she could comprehend the shift in his weight. This time, when he squeezed her back, she wrapped her arms around his neck. The sensitive flesh of her earlobe ignited as his lips caught at it. He nuzzled into her bare neck next, leaving the invisible imprint of his mouth forever. She could hear a soft, feminine voice mewing, as the man starting absently pulling the various pins out of hair.
Once his lips caught the crook of his neck, the soft mews reached a high point. Her breath sounded hitched and strange, to even her own ears. S he whimpered "Ren" unconsciously.
Her face was flushed in both excitement and embarrassment as he pulled away from her. He seemed to be drinking in the sight of her. Her long disheveled dyed hair, well ravished lips, and molten gold eyes. He stroked her cheek with his thumb. His touch was tender, but his eyes were ravenous.
"Again…"
Kyoko looked at him with confused eyes. Her head was starting to clear, and with it, her common sense was returning.
He pinned her to the wall again, his lips capturing the sensitive flesh of her bare shoulder with nipping kisses. His voice was husky as he breathed against her skin.
"Again…"
"We should go…" Kyoko whimpered, her eyes shut and trying to push him away.
"Again…"
"Tsuruga-san…" Kyoko whimpered again, squirming beneath him. It had the opposite effect. His voice hitched and his kisses became more passionate. He found the crook of her neck again. Her eyes closed and she gasped.
"Ren!"
With that triumph, he swept her up and carried her to the large western bed once again.
Whaaaa, this wasn't supposed to be so hard to write or so long! My PWP ends up with plot regardless *cries* I need to give up pretending to predict how many chapters something will have.
