Chapter 12 – Day 2
Kyoko woke up with the sun in her eyes and a heavy arm curled around her. The sheet was wrapped around her, pinned by his arm, and drifted down over to him covering his waist and below. She shifted to her back and saw her new lover sound asleep beside her. He moved as she did bringing his arm to settle between her breasts, his hand resting on her shoulder, and his leg moved up and laid over both of hers. Her whole body was pressed against his. Every bit of her side was touching him. She even felt his now flaccid member press against her thigh.
She watched Kuon sleep from her pinned state and couldn't help but smile brightly. He looked like the sweet boy from her past the most when he was asleep. She didn't realize this when he fell ill, but it explains so much now that she knew who he was. She bent her left arm up and ran a finger lightly down his bicep. He squirmed under her touch, and her smile widened. She did it again, longer, slower and even lighter. She heard him growl.
"That tickles, you know," he grumbled and gathered her closer to him. She felt him growing hard as he woke up, and she squirmed.
"So does that," she countered, and he smiled with his eyes closed, not wanting to wake up. He nuzzled her neck with his nose and kissed her lightly. He took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent and opened his eyes to look at her.
"How are you feeling?" His hand moved down to cover her lower abdomen.
She shrugged and replied, "It feels kind of tight with a dull ache. Is that ok?" Kuon shrugged.
"Everyone is different. We won't try anything so soon," he answered. Kyoko pouted making him laugh.
"We have a lot of time, Kyoko." He ran his hand down her naked body, and she shuddered in excitement. He squinted out the window and then twisted behind him to look at the clock.
"It's 8:30, and Yashiro-san is coming at 10. We need to take a shower, and you probably want to eat huh?" he asked. She looked up at him incredulously.
"Of course, Breakfast is very important," she said sounding like a broken record. Kuon grinned and laughed while nodding. "Lets shower and we will eat, maybe we will have time for a walk before we leave." She nodded and sat up, the sheet clinging to her body. Merely because she wasn't a virgin anymore doesn't mean she suddenly felt comfortable walking around naked. She looked around for something to wear as Kuon slipped off the side of the bed and found his boxer briefs, slipping them on. He stood and picked up his shirt and her clothes. He held out her shirt and skirt to her, but she shook her head.
"Can I wear your shirt?" He smiled and handed her his shirt. She slipped her arms through and lifted it over her head letting the sheet fall as the shirt covered her up. She crawled out of bed, and the shirt fell to mid-thigh.
"God, you look sexy wearing that," he whispered huskily. Kyoko laughed and shook her head.
"I'm in an oversized shirt. Sexy is supposed to be that damn red dress," she said with a little scowl. Kuon loosely wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"I remember that dress. I saw the episode you wore it on, and trust me." He bent down and whispered in her ear in a thick, deep voice, "this is the sexiest thing you have ever worn." She blushed as his hand ran over his shirt around her curves. He straightened up.
"Though I really wouldn't have minded seeing you in that thong." He grinned at her as her blush deepened. "Let's clean up and get dressed. I'll meet you back in the living room," he stated and unwillingly let her go.
She looked at him confused and asked, "We aren't showering together?"
He looked at her shocked. "I didn't think you would want to. Yes, yes! Lets!" He said eagerly and lifted her up in his arms as she laughed out loud at his excitement. Kuon sat her down on the bathroom counter and turned on the water. He let his hand test the water till it was to his satisfaction. He closed the shower stall and walked over to Kyoko who sat patiently. He placed a hand on either side of her legs on the counter edge, making his face particularly close to hers. Her hands were at her lap, and she leaned in to kiss him but he moved out of reach.
"Ugh!" She sat back, and he moved forward a smile with on his face. They were so close that they could feel their breathing against each other's skin. She smiled mischievously and pretended to move for a kiss. Kuon jerked back and laughed but then tilted his head and moved in to kiss her instead. Still playing the game, she moved back copying him. He stopped moving, and his body shook with laughter. She moved in and kissed the tip of his nose instead of his lips then stuck out the tip of her tongue at him.
"Gimme that!" he shouted. Kyoko laughed again as he grabbed her and pulled her towards him. He engulfed her lips and thoroughly kissed her as they both wanted. He set her on her feet and broke from the kiss. Kuon started to bunch his shirt in his fingers and she swung her arms up in the air. He slipped the shirt off in one smooth motion and then moved to remove his boxer briefs.
Kuon quickly walked to the shower and entered as he removed his one article of clothing. The water was perfect and felt so good across her skin. Her eyes closed, water raining on her face and down her body. She heard the door open and felt a presence enter with her. She smiled and ran her hand through her hair, arching her back towards what she remember was the door. She heard a growl and smiled.
"Who is the tease now?" He snarled. She stepped out from under the stream.
"You still are," Kyoko playfully whined as she wiped the water out of her face and blinking water out of her eyes. "You are the one who said we should wait," she added and pressed her body against his, running her hands down his chest and stopping at his waist.
"You are the only one who can tempt me so," Kuon said softly and kissed her softly. "I want to make sure you are ok. So I will stand by what I said," he added with a gentle smile. He moved around her to the stand under the water and pulled her back under with him.
The shower was bigger than she had ever seen before which was to be expected. It had a control system that would change the pressure, direction and temperature of the water. She noticed several different locations that the water could come out of. Kuon only had the one at the top on. She touched the one to her right. She turned and noticed there were others of the same and at the same height. Kuon watched her eye the shower head and leaned over and turned them on. She screamed and jumped in surprise then turned and slapped his arm lightly.
"WARN me at least!" she bellowed making him laugh.
"Were you always this playful?" Kyoko asked. He shrugged turning her back around to press her back against the front of his body. The water was now hitting her about chest level and his lower back. He had turned off the overhead so it was spraying all around them except the front where the door was.
"Were you always this adventurous?" Kuon countered, and she shrugged back and leaned back against him. He reached back for a moment and returned with a bar of soap in his hand. He let the water hit it and rubbed it between his hands creating a thick layer of suds.
He cupped the thin bar of soap in his left palm and placed it on her stomach. He made circular motions against her washing her skin, the water washing the soap away instantly, the soap running down her legs. His hand moved up to her ribs, and her breath quickened in anticipation. She moved her right arm above her head and hooked her hand behind his neck, her left moved behind her and grasped his thigh giving him free reign of her body. Kuon moved his hand up her torso and ran the slick bar of soap over her left breast. She shuddered at the feel of him and pressed herself against him, feeling him hard and hot against her back. His right hand moved to her lower abdomen and held her against him as he worked the soap over her breasts. He lingered as his soapy fingers kneed and rolled her hardened dusky tips.
Kyoko wiggled against him as she felt a now familiar heat between her legs. Her hand grasped his hair tightly causing him to groan behind her. He finally moved off her breast and down back towards her stomach. He wrapped his right arm around her ribs under her breast as his left, with the soap, reached between her legs. She cried out in pleasure as his fingers worked the soap in. He didn't stay there long to her disappointment and moved to her thighs.
"Kuon, please," she begged. She wanted him so badly. Kuon swiped his hand across her body over her chest then up her neck, his fingers took her chin, and she opened her eyes as he tilted her head up towards him. His mouth merged with hers as his hand moved down and switched the soap to the other hand. He spun her around, so she faced him, her soapy body slick against his. He ran his hands over her back, down to curve of her butt and in between her legs. She pushed herself on her toes, pressing herself against him. His hard manhood pressed against her lower stomach, but Kyoko wanted it lower and inside of her. She slipped her hand between them and grasped him roughly. He jerked up and hissed. She ran her hand over his hard arousal several times, watching him fight himself.
"You don't have to fight so much,'' She whispered, leaned in and licked the water from his chest. "I need you. Don't you feel that?" Kuon let out a grunt and freed himself from her torture. He opened the door and pulled her along. She smiled winning there first battle as a couple as he tossed her on the bed. He stood there wet, dark and sexy as hell, hard and ready for her. He fell to his knees to the floor and pulled her over to the edge of the bed.
Kuon pulled her wet mound to his mouth and licked her harshly making her moan loudly and twist on the bed. Her legs were pinned by his arms, struggling against him as he licked and sucked her clit. He moved them to hook over his shoulders. His tongue dipped and stroked inside of her, twisting and flicking her sensitive folds. Kyoko jerked and screamed in pleasure, her thighs clutching to the side of his head.
He drank the water away and only tasted her wonderful taste. She was soaking wet as he plunged two fingers inside of her and teased that little nub with the tip of his tongue. She yelled out as more of her nectar covered his hand. He felt her pulse around his fingers and was eager to feel her pulse around him. He removed his fingers, and she whined at the loss of his mouth. He stood up bringing her hips up with him. He positioned her entrance in front of him and then guided himself into her.
Kyoko screamed again as he pushed slowly inside of her. She couldn't move. He was in complete control of her hips. The only thing that touched the bed were her shoulders, head while her arms and hands that griped the sheets desperately. He finally filled her to completely and moved out just as slowly.
She was panting as he moved to a rhythm. She was so tight around him so he wanted to take it slow, to help her get use to him until he began to slide easily in and out of her. Kuon kept her hips in the air as he started to increase his pace within her. Soon, he started to lose himself with the feel of her. It didn't matter though, as Kyoko never wanted him to stop. Each thrust, each moment their skin met sent waves of pleasure through her body to escape in a moan from her lips. His hands was gripping her hip and thigh when he felt her clench around him tightly after stroking her sweet spot over and over again sending her over the edge. A second didn't pass before he clenched his teeth and climaxed inside of her, his breath coming out fast and hard. Kuon sank down to his knees on the bed this time, lowering her down and then fell beside her regaining his breath. She ran her hand through his wet hair and smiled as she could hear the water still running.
"I think we can finish the shower now," She said breathlessly. He lifted his head and looked at her smiling at him.
"I hope I lose like this every time," he said humorously. He slowly crawled off the bed and took her hand to pull her up.
"You are going to fight me every time?" She whined, and he shook his head.
"Never again, in fact, I'm going to pursue my own interests more now." He ran his hand down her body and cupped her butt pulling her towards him abruptly.
"Shower," she quickly reminded. "We don't have much time anymore." He nodded and she lead him way. This time she took the soap and washed herself which Kuon pouted over. He did get to wash her back as she did his. It was much quicker the second time around, and they were able to get dressed and get breakfast ready before Yashiro arrived. This time Kyoko answered the door and bowed slightly.
"Good Morning, Yashiro-san," She beamed at him, and he couldn't help but smile back.
"Good Morning, Kyoko-chan, you look absolutely radiant today," he commented casually making her blush as she walked back to the table where Ren sat.
"I had a wonderful night's rest," she replied and stole a glance at Ren. Yashiro looked at Ren hoping for a change in him as well, but he looked the same. He watched him for a second as he ate his meal looking for some sort of hint of progress. Ren looked up at Yashiro and raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
"Good morning, Yashiro-san. Is there something wrong?" Ren asked curiously. Kyoko put his cup of coffee in front of him, and Yashiro slumped down.
"No, nothing at all, nothing has changed at all as usual," Yashiro said defeated. Kyoko licked her lips and started to eat her breakfast enthusiastically. Yashiro pulled out the day's schedule and started to recite it to the two young actors.
"We will finish the scene with Ren and Ishida today, and then there will be a short break while they set up for the rave. All the extras will be coming in, so the shoot will be taking place as soon as it gets dark enough. Tonight's scene will be Oonishi hunting and finding her target, luring him away and Satome following. It will probably end there, since it will probably be till two or three in the morning when we finish."
They finished their breakfast and drove to the rave location. There was no meeting this time, and they continued the scene from yesterday. Ishida completed his part on the first try, and since the lighting was still good, Director Nakamura wanted a few different shots of the group talking after reviewing the tapes last night. About an hour later, the crew was ordered to set up the rave. It was noon when they finished, and Ren emerged from his tent in his normal clothes.
"Do we want to go eat?" He asked Kyoko and Yashiro. Kyoko was shocked at him once again wanting to eat.
"You want to eat something? So soon?" she asked incredibly, and he laughed.
"No, not really. I was praying you weren't hungry but I offered," he said and looked over to Yashiro. "How much time do we have?" He asked his manager. Yashiro looked up and gestured around him.
"Until it gets dark. You can do what you like till then. When the sun starts to set start making your way over so you can get dressed. I'll call you if you are needed sooner," Yashiro informed them and wrote something down in his planner.
"Do you want a ride to your sister's?" Ren offered, but Yashiro shook his head.
"I need to do some things here," he said and shooed them away. "I'll be here for the rest of the day till we finish. Again I'll call if either of you are needed."
Ren nodded and turned to Kyoko asking, "Want to go for a hike, Kyoko-chan?" She wore shorts and a tank top today with sneakers, so she was more than ready, so she nodded.
"Give me a moment." Ren said and walked away back to the dressing tent. After a few minutes, he came out switching his jeans to the cargo shorts and his sneakers to the hiking boots. He also carried a backpack in his hands. He walked over to the shack and tossed in four bottles of water and two bentos in the bag. He slipped the back onto his shoulders and walked back to Kyoko.
"Ok, let's go. We have about 4 or 5 hours, so we can make it a long one," he said excitedly, and Kyoko nodded with the same enthusiasm.
"Don't get lost please!" Yashiro spoke out as they walked towards the hiking path they came down on from the parking lot. As they walked up the path, they didn't say anything to each other until they could no longer see the crew walking around behind them. Kuon then turned to look at Kyoko who was walking slightly behind him and found her pouting.
"What's wrong?" he asked, and she gestured to his bag.
"You're carrying everything, and I've got nothing," she complained. While there wasn't much, she didn't like not contributing in some way. Kuon smiled at her and held out his hand.
"Hold this. It will be a burden, but it needs to be done," He teased, and Kyoko giggled as she took his hand. They continued to walk hand in hand, pausing to take in a view or to watch a critter scamper around. About an hour and a half later they found an open clearing a little bit off the trail. They worked their way down and sat down on a small blanket he borrowed from props. She couldn't hold back her smile as he prepared the picnic for them.
"And you say you aren't a prince." She laughed as he took off his shoes and sat cross legged, then held out a hand to help her down to the blanket. She kicked off her sneakers and took his hand.
"I'm not," Kuon replied and tugged her arm causing her to fall into his lap. "No prince has the thoughts I have." He captured her lips in his, his tongue running across her lips and into her mouth. His left arm held her up while his right hand ran up her leg and worked its way into her shorts. She pushed at his shoulder, breaking the kiss and squirmed out of his lap.
"You're right. No prince could ever make me feel the way you do, but I'm hungry, so no," she told him making him pout. She moved beside him to sit in her normal seiza style of sitting. While it was very formal, it was what she was used to, and she revered to that every time she sat on the floor. Kuon knew this and wouldn't change a thing about it. She looked so elegant and beautiful sitting next to him. He really didn't care how she sat as long as it was beside him. She was looking down breaking the seals from the bento when he leaned over, placing a hand opposite her face and kissed her behind her ear.
"What are you doing, Kuon?" She asked rhetorically and laughed wiping away the wet kiss from her neck. She handed him the opened bento and chopsticks then opened up hers. He chuckled softly and took the box. He didn't move away from her, but started to pick as his food.
"You know when I got dressed, the makeup artist noticed a hickey on my collarbone," He offhandedly mentioned and took a small bite of his food, smiling at her knowingly.
"A hickey?" She looked at his collar bone but it was being covered by his shirt.
"A kiss mark," he clarified. He pulled back the shirt, and there was a small dark brown bruise like mark. "I think I should take my revenge and mark you too since you marked me." He set down his lunch and lunged at her. She squealed as he grabbed her and started kissing her neck. She fell to her side trying to keep her lunch leveled and away from them.
"No! Kuon, I didn't know!" She laughed and felt his teeth nibble her neck. He pulled back and set down her bento as she uncurled her legs.
"I'll be kinder and put it where no one will notice," Kuon said wickedly. His hands slipped over her shirt and pulled the strap of her tank top and bra off her shoulder. He kissed her shoulder and pulled the top down her arm.
"Stop! If you rip my shirt, I'll be upset!" Kyoko griped. His eyes rolled up at her and notice she was serious. He pulled away with a little sigh and put the straps back in place. Kuon instead lifted the shirt from her waist and bundled it till her bra was revealed. He pushed the cup up and over her breasts, taking her right breast in his mouth sucking it till she squirmed below him. He licked her nipple and rolled it around with his tongue causing her breath to come in shallow and fast. He looked at the area and found this target. He bit down lightly and sucked hard slightly above the areola. Kyoko gasped and yelped making him let go with a loud pop. He smiled down at his job well done, and she pushed him away.
"You happy now?" She sat up as he laid on his side curling around her. She straightened her clothes back into place and looked down her shirt. Sure enough there peeking from the edge of her bra was a darkening red mark. She glared at him who was leaning on his elbow with a large grin and took a piece of fish from her bento.
"Now you are taking my food? You are going to have to eat it all." Kyoko threatened and grabbed another piece of fish, holding it to his lips. He grabbed her hand and took the fish and half her fingers into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around her fingers, licking and lightly sucking as he stared into her eyes. Her fingers came out clean but wet. Kuon pressed the palm of her hand to his lips and kissed it lightly, then moved down and bit the heel of her hand. She pulled back when he started to pull her down to him.
He smiled up at her and reached over to the box. He picked up a piece of tamagoyaki and held it up to her. She hesitated for a moment and leaned over to his fingers. She took his wrist and slowly introduced the egg into her mouth and then chewed with her lips still pressed to his thumb. Kyoko swallowed and her tongue darted out and licked the pad of thumb and then took it into her mouth. She tried to repeat what he did to her. She licked his thumb and twisted it out of her mouth as she sucked it softly. Her eyes never left his as she took his forefinger into her mouth, more than necessary and curled her tongue around him. She slowly slid it out of her mouth then tilted her head slightly and nipped his finger tip with her teeth.
Kuon suddenly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down, his lips crashed onto hers. Kyoko didn't hesitate and pulled him closer to her as he helped straighten her legs out. His hand moved up her body and unzipped her shorts. He tugged them down half way her legs then used his knee to push them off. Her hands grasped his shirt and pushed it up his body trying to take it off in a hungry urgency. Their kiss broke, and he reached behind him to help her remove it.
She placed a hand in the middle of his chest and pushed as she sat up. Taking the hint, Kuon laid down on his back as she crawled on top of him, her legs straddling his waist. Kyoko bent down and kissed his chest, licked and bit her way up to his neck as his hands ran up her thighs and glided under her shirt. His fingers found her bra and was quickly undone. She angled up slightly and pulled her top and bra off leaving her only in her light blue panties. She sighed as his large hands roamed her small frame. She shifted down his body to his shorts, so her fingers could make quick work of the zipper.
He lifted his hips as she slid his shorts and boxers down his legs crawling backwards. Kyoko tossed them aside, slipped off her panties then ran her hands up his legs. She was on her knees between his legs, her butt touching the heel of her feet, bent over with her perk breasts pointing to the ground. Kuon watched her kiss his knee as her hands gripped his thighs. She lifted up her butt into the air, her face still close to the ground as she kissed and nipped her way up his thighs until she finally reached his rigid shaft.
Kyoko licked her lips as she tucked her legs beneath her. She took him in her hands and bent down over him. She pressed her lips tenderly on the tip and felt him jerk in her hands. She smiled and licked, tasting his unique flavor. Kuon groaned at the feel of her tongue on him. She licked him again, small and quick causing him to jerk again. Biting her lip for a moment, she moved her head back and placed her tongue on the base of his shaft, then slowly drove her tongue across the soft underside of his arousal. She heard him gasp and felt his hips lift slightly against her. She gripped the base of his erection and tilted it towards her. Her tongue finished down his length, and Kyoko wrapped her lips around the girth of it and flicked her tongue across the top. Feeling him shift beneath her, she looked up at him. His eyes were tightly closed, his breathing erratic and his hand were clutching the blanket with his knuckles turning white. She licked and sucked his hard flesh as best she could, letting it sink into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, hitting her gag reflex. She pulled back almost all the way and swallowed. Her spit ran down his sex, and she tried again. Closing her eyes and trying to relax her throat she took him a little further but had to stop. Kyoko felt something touching the back of her head, and she looked up at her lover.
"You can learn that later," Kuon whispered softy and sat up. She followed him up still kneeling between his legs as he continued with that lust ridden voice, "right now, I need you." He placed his hand at her waist and pulled her close to him. His lips found her neck as his hands smoothed down, over her bottom and dipped his hands between her thighs. She fell against him as he lifted her and spread her thighs. Her knees landed on either side of his waist, hitting the blanket. He reached between her legs, took his arousal and slowly ran the tip across her slit. She moaned as the tip wet from her mouth mixed with her desire. Wanting to feel him inside her, when she felt him under her entrance she forced him in causing both of them to cry out as he filled her only half way.
Kuon was taken by surprise, but he didn't mind. He removed his hand, now wet from her sex and placed it on her hip. She eased him inside of her, making small noises as she felt him stretch her wide. Once inside, he started to help her move as he did before, but she stopped him by placing her hands on his. He looked at her face, and Kyoko shook her head. Placing her hand against his chest, she pushed him down. He laid flat on his back, but didn't remove his hands from her body. He did wish he had a pillow though. He looked around and found the backpack behind them. He reached over and put it behind his head, propping him up.
"What's that for?" She cocked her head in curiosity.
"I want to watch," he admitted without an ounce of shame. Kyoko blushed darkly and covered her face with her hands trying to hide the embarrassment. Kuon laughed, and she felt him move inside of her. She peeked through her fingers as his hands moved up her body. She felt his hands cup her breasts. Her eyes closed as his fingers played with her aching tips. A moan escaped her lips when he pinched her left nipple. Her hands closed into fists that she was now biting. His hands moved from her breasts and down her skin. His left rested on the top of her right thigh while his right on her hip. She felt him brace her against him as he lifted his hips, forcing himself to thrust slightly inside her. Kyoko gasped as he did it again, her hand flying from her face to his lower abs to catch herself.
She moved her hips wanting to feel more. Lifting herself up, she felt him slide out and then moved back in. She found a slow rhythm, and he stopped moving. She felt his hands all over her body as she rode him. Remembering what he did with her hips she started to rock against him. She heard him moan and felt his hands capture her breasts once again.
His hands never leaving her damp skin, he made continuous rounds going from her thighs to her hips, up her waist and over her breasts. He ran his right hand up her neck and cupped her cheek. Kyoko felt his thumb caress her parted lips, and she took his offered thumb into her mouth, licking and sucking it.
Kuon watched her move above him, her breast bouncing slightly with each thrust of her hips, at each intake of air. Taking in every sound her body made, the soft moans escaping her throat, the sound of her taking him inside her receptive body. Even the sun and wind wanted to touch her, the sun shining down on her sweat covered skin making her glisten, the air blowing across her cooling her and running through her hair.
She picked up her tempo, and he groaned as she threw her head back, arching her back, and forcing a different angle inside of her. His thumb left her mouth, and he ran his fingers down the front of her throat, in-between her breasts and down to her clit. She cried out as his fingers teased the wet bud between her legs. He felt her clench around him, and her moans grew louder. Her hips slowed, and she leaned forward panting as she reached her peak. She still felt him hard inside of her and frowned.
"You didn't come," her voice was thick but sounded upset. Kuon smiled and shook his head.
"But that's a good thing," he whispered and bent his legs, planted his feet against the ground and thrust up into her.
"Ah!" Her eyes slam shut, and Kyoko fell over him. He put his hands at her hips and lifted her up to give himself room to move. She blinked as he stopped to move. She picked herself up, her hands on his chest, and she watched him move her. He slid halfway out of her, her knees were closer to his slim hips then she lost sight of everything as he slammed into her again. He found his rhythm as she bounced above him taking him inside of her. Her hands slipped off of his skin, the sound of flesh on flesh filled her ears mixed with her mews and his grunts. She felt the hard ground under her left hand and the blanket under her right. She was on her hands and knees as he rose up and filled her repeatedly. She started to feel light headed again, and the warmth started spread from within. Kuon picked up his rhythm as he crashed into her, and she screamed as she came for a second time. His breath became ragged, and he allowed his release to mix with hers.
She collapsed on top of him, her body trembling. She could hear his heart beat through his chest, pounding rapidly against her ear. She felt him grow soft inside of her, his sweat mixing with hers just like other fluids inside of her. He wrapped his right arm around her back and absently caressed her. They lay still trying to catch their breath. After several minutes, Kyoko perked her head up and looked at him, curious about how he looked after their play. He had removed the backpack from under his head and he laid back, his eyes closed.
He was still breathing heavily when she spoke, "Do you think the food is alright?"
Kuon turned his head to the left and looked at the state of their picnic. One of the bentos was turned over but the other was ok, both of their water bottles were knocked over and mostly empty. He laughed and blushed lightly which Kyoko caught.
"You're blushing! I wish I had a camera." She laughed. He sulked and then pinched her making her yelp. She felt chilled by the breeze when she crawled off of him and looked down at her body. Her skin was gritty with sweat and dirt and her thighs were sticky from their fun.
"Um, you don't suppose there is a shower back at the shoot, or maybe some sort of spring or river nearby, do you?" Kyoko asked rhetorically. Kuon sat up and looked around eager to grant his princess's wish, especially since he was in the same predicament. Picking up his shirt, he shook it, getting as much of the debris off of it as he could then he ripped it. Next, he grabbed one of the fallen water bottles and dumped its contents on one chuck of the cloth and handed it to her. She just looked at him.
"It will work for now," he said reasonably. Shrugging, Kyoko took the wet cloth and wiped away what she could, and he did the same with another piece of cloth with the other fallen water bottle for himself. They got dressed and finished off the remaining bento.
"I'm still hungry," she whined.
"Well let's head back and we can get some more food," Kuon replied.
She watched him gather everything up completely shirtless. While she loved watching him do that, she wasn't so sure how she felt with anyone else looking at him like that. "Um… what are you going to wear back?" She asked as he slipped on the backpack onto his bare shoulders.
"Nothing, I figure I could get a shirt back at the shoot. Why?" Kuon asked offhandedly. Kyoko blushed and couldn't look at him. She whimpered a little, and he laughed. Hand on her hips, she looked up at him pouting.
"How would you like it if I walked back to camp topless?" She threatened and watched as his eyes darken and look down at her chest.
"We'd never make it back in time, and you wouldn't be able to walk anymore," his voice was deep, heavy with lust. This made her blush harder but hoped she proved her point. He stepped over to her and hugged her to him. His chest felt so alive against her cheek. His heart beat once again filled her and hers beat to match his.
"You find me that desirable?" Kuon asked softly. She hid her head against his chest and laughed.
"The sexiest man in Japan can't ask a silly question like that," Kyoko spoke into his chest. He pulled her chin up so he could look into her eyes.
"The only opinion that matters to me is yours," he whispered softly to her. He bent down to gently kiss her lips. When he pulled back, she licked her lips with her eyes still closed.
"So then you are going to tease me all the way back to camp? We won't be going home till three in morning." She opened her eyes, and he was smiling.
"No. You can walk up front, and I'll follow behind you," he teased.
"Eh! I don't think so." She grabbed his hand. "I have a responsibility to carry this burden till we get back." She turned and started to walk up the hill back to the path. He snickered behind her and gave her hand a little squeeze.
"But you are going to have to come up with an excuse as to why you don't have a shirt anymore. Yashiro-san will be thinking lots of bad thoughts," Kyoko said, and Kuon shrugged.
"He would be right though." He grinned and tugged her towards him. She lost her footing and knocked into him. Laughing, they made their way back to the shoot. They didn't stop this time, trying to get back as fast as possible. She did end up taking the lead once they started to get closer. Kuon watched her beautiful legs work as she walked down hill, her shorts clinging to the perfect curve of her butt.
"What are you looking at?" She peeked behind her.
"Everything," he admitted brazenly. He watched her blood rush up her neck and disappear in her hair. Everyone turned and stared as the two leads came back from their hike. Kyoko walking down in rumbled clothes, her hair messy and her skin darkened from the sweat and dirt. Ren got most of the stares coming back in the same condition but shirtless. Kyoko watched as a woman in front of her stopped breathing, her eyes dilated and only on Ren. Her Ren! Her Kuon!
Kyoko slipped into Mio. She walked up to the woman, throwing her demons at her. As Kyoko got closer, her aura darkened to pure hate, and it snapped the woman out of her lust induced trance. She gasped as her eyes fell upon Kyoko and took a step back, turned and ran off. Mio slipped back inside, and Kyoko smirked as she walked towards Yashiro. Ren watched and tried to swallow his laughter a his girlfriend's antics.
"Ren, Kyoko-chan, what happened do you guys?" Yashiro asked in concern. Kyoko didn't say anything allowing Ren to come up with the excuses.
"What do you mean, Yashiro-san? We took a hike. You get dirty in the outdoors," Ren said a half truth and Kyoko agreed with it. It didn't matter really, at the moment, all Kyoko could think of was food.
"Please excuse me," she pardoned herself, turned and walked to the shack.
"No, really what happened?" Yashiro spoke harshly. "Where is your shirt? You guys look like you rolled down a hill."
"The shirt got ripped, and it was a great hike." He smiled as Kyoko returned with another bento and an apple. Ren took the apple and bit into it. He turned and walked to his tent. Kyoko scoffed at her stolen apple.
"At least he is eating something other than onigiri," she mumbled, sat down in the chair next to Yashiro and popped open the bento. She ate like it was her first meal in weeks. Yashiro looked at her blinking trying to figure out what happened.
Director Nakamura came walking up to Kyoko. He looked at her, dirt and sweat covering her limbs, her hair out of place.
"SASAKI!" He yelled out but didn't take his eyes off of her. Kyoko stopped eating wondering what was happening. Sasaki Hana was the lead make-up artist for the film. She came running over.
"Yes, sir?" he pointed at Kyoko, and Sasaki looked over at Kyoko. Kyoko smiled as she watched Sasaki's lips press together.
"Can you make all the extras like this?"
"Sir?" She looked puzzled.
"They are doing a rave outside. The sweat and dirt, this is realistic. Good job, Kyoko-san." Kyoko simply smiled as he walked away. Sasaki turned to Kyoko.
"What were you doing?"
"Hiking…?" Kyoko replied and shoved some rice in her mouth, hoping she could stop herself from giving away what they were really doing. Sasaki stood there thinking for a moment. Her eyes widened, and she ran towards Ren's tent.
"Tsuruga-san!" her voice disappeared as Kyoko and Yashiro watched her talk to the tent. She bowed to the tent and walked off. Ren emerged with a new shirt and his hair a little cleaner but still rather dirty.
He walked over, the apple in his hand half eaten and asked, "What inspired that?"
Yashiro spoke up pointing at Kyoko. "It seems the director liked the dirty look for the cast."
The three of them sat and waited for night to fall. After finishing her bento she walked into her tent to get ready. For the final act, Kyoko was wearing what they called a convertible top. It was black and there wasn't much to it. Holding it up, it looked like a two ends of a sash connected by a string. The thin black strap went behind her neck bring the sash parts in front of her, they criss-crossed it over her breast and tied it behind her. There were two more stings at the side of her breasts that also tied behind her. It left her stomach completely bare with only two ties covering her back. She wore simple tattered jean short shorts and then black cowboy boots. There was also a prop box cutter X-acto knife in her back pocket. They did her make up next. Her eyes were smoky, and her lips a pale red. They finished by attaching her long black wig and messed it up artfully.
She stepped out of the tent without having a mirror to see herself in. She noticed Ren's eyes on her as she walked towards him and couldn't help but swing her hips a little more.
"Where is Yashiro-san?" She asked as she sat down next to him.
He gestured towards the shack and leaned over, whispering in her ear, "You better remember you are MINE." She blushed and nodded.
"You like the outfit?" Kyoko asked coyly.
"I'm not the only one," Kuon grumbled and pointed out in front of them. Kyoko looked up and notice some men turn away quickly. Kuon wanted to claim her in front of everyone, damn the consequences, but Ren held him in check.
She took longer than he did dressing. He wore a light grey sleeveless cotton shirt that hugged his shoulders and chest. His arms were crossed across his chest making his bicep and pecs seem bigger. Dark blue straight leg jeans and black rugged boots completed his outfit. In the mists of Kyoko looking at her lover's body, Yashiro came up, looking troubled.
"Ren," his eyes flickered to Kyoko for a second, "you need to act a little more like yourself. People are starting to freak." Ren blinked once and his gentleman's smile appeared on his face.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Yashiro sighed and then really looked at Kyoko. He coughed.
"You look… lovely, Kyoko-chan." Kyoko laughed as Ren kick some dirt towards him making Yashiro flee to the other side of Kyoko.
About a hundred cars were parked a bit away, and the extras started piling in. Quite a few of them made their way over to Ren and Kyoko and asked for autographs, more Ren's than hers, though a few of the men, she noticed, start to approach but quickly turned their step. They both smiled politely at their fans and signed their shirt or notebook. Kyoko was happy to see, no one wanted Ren to sign their flesh. Sho told her about one of his fan asking him to sign her… never mind.
The stage was set for the DJ booth, and there were strobe lights lined up with the movie lights. Everyone was getting spritz down with water as they walked in by the makeup crew. It was getting hotter as the place filled up so many people, everyone would start to sweat naturally and with everyone's movement, dust was being kicked up everywhere. Soon it was dark enough to need the lights, and Director Nakamura hopped on the stage with a mic.
"Alright, everyone!" he said getting straight to the point, "We will be starting the scene with the rave already in progress. Everyone is to start dancing sexually and drunkenly. Some of you have been given specific instructions. Everyone else simply dance. Mock drugs and alcohol are being passed around as I speak. Thank you everyone for coming. Cops come over here."
Ren stood from his seat by Kyoko and walked over with the other actors. She saw the director talking to them for a few moments then looked around. She saw him spot her and waved her over.
She stepped down from her seat and rushed over. "Yes?"
"Kyoko-san, as always, you are going to be followed by the camera and will be dancing with the people like normal," his hand rested on a young man next to him, "this is your target tonight," Nakamura explained. Kyoko always thought it was weird the way he said that. The man was around her age, thin and wearing a white shirt with a black vest over it. She wondered if it had a bright orange target on the back of it. She smiled up at him laughing at her own joke. Black jeans and sneakers finished off the "target's" outfit. She noticed he wasn't looking at her face. She heard Ren coughed loudly across from her causing the extra to blink and blush lightly and then bowed down before her.
"Remember to dance with a few extra people to sample them until you find him." The director turned towards the guy, who kept stealing glances at her.
"Hey!" Nakamura yelled getting trying to get his full attention, "After she dances with four people, come up to her and start dancing. Follow her out and follow her lead. Act drunk. Got that?" The victim nodded at him feeling offended. He walked back into the crowd grabbing an open beer bottle with water in it.
"Alright, Ishida, up on stage, and the rest converge in the crowd." Director Nakamura raised the mic to his lips. "Get ready folks." He ran towards a small stage to the edge and yelled, "Action."
Masami moved her body to the music, feeling the rush of the bodies press and rub against her. Their musky scents filling her head, their blood pumping under their flesh asking to be spilled. She turned towards a muscular man and placed her hand on his shoulder. He twisted towards her, pulling her body towards him, hands on her hips, his thigh between her legs. She pushed him and danced away. Not enough.
She pressed her back against a shorter man with glasses, his right hand caressed her open stomach and down her thigh as she moved against him, his other hand glided up her arm and into her hair. He must be on Extacy.
She moved away from him, his hands falling from her body. She smiled as she found a taller man, slim but built, and dancing awkwardly. She moved her way between people and captured his neck. He looked down at her with glassy eyes. She smiled and started walking him out of the crowd until a woman came over and pulled her off of him. She turned and slapped the man and pulled him away.
Masami growled and was about to pursue when someone walked in front of her smelling heavily of alcohol. He stumbled in front of her, and she caught him. She smiled and moved her hands to his hips. She moved him to the music, and he grinned at her, grabbing her ass and pressing her against him. He was already hard and obviously stupid. She grabbed the edges of his vest and pulled him out of the crowd, towards the shack.
They reached the side of it past the DJ stage, and he clumsily pushed her against the door frame. She grunted as he pawed at her and pushed him away. She smiled at him and shook her head, then led him further out away from the crowd.
Satome noticed a young woman with a drunken man making out next to the shack; he raised his arm and signaled Abe that he was in pursuit. He watched as she dragged him away, and he slowly followed.
"Cut!" The guy on her grabbed her one more time before walking back to the main group. Kyoko sneered as she followed him back. Ren stepped up beside her, and they walked towards the director.
"I'm going to need a long shower, what a jerk," she murmured.
"Too bad you aren't really killing him. I'm going to have to after," Ren said almost seriously making her smile at the ground. She looked up with her professional face once they met up with the director.
"Great job! That was perfect." Nakamura complemented then added, "Let's do it two more times for different angles."
The guy got more and more hands-y the second and third time they shot the scene. By the end of the third when the director called cut, she shoved him away forcefully. Next they were to film the cops dancing and then following various people out and coming back. Ishida was undercover as a bouncer and had the top view point. Ren was one of the many on the floor watching for couples leaving the area. He was to follow Masami.
They filmed close up shots of the cops following couples out and coming back with a negative signal. There was an overhead camera where they filmed the general rave and all the action. She needed to do one more shot with everyone doing everything. She danced around the area, so she was seen in the crowd as the cops checked out leaving couples. They took several dozen different angles and scenes in this very busy party making sure they had enough footage to complete the scene. Kyoko hated the rave scenes. There was no music on, merely a bunch of people wiggling around a tight room.
Tonight was especially difficult. This was her most revealing outfit, and she felt everything everyone did to her. She was pinched and rubbed raw everywhere by random hands. She hoped she wouldn't get any bruises. She sat down next to Yashiro, and he handed her a cold water bottle.
"Thank you, Yashiro-san." Kyoko pressed the bottle against her outer thigh and then across her stomach. The condensation from the bottle cooled her skin but dirt clung to the bottle now. She frowned and decided to simply drink the water. She will have to treat her sores later.
The last scene of the night needed a shot of the rave in the background as she took her victim behind a small hill that was practically a vertical drop. It was about a seven foot drop so once behind it, it would be only her and her victim and Ren watching on the side lines. After that, they didn't need the rave anymore. It was almost 3 in the morning when they finished, and they were all exhausted.
The extras all started to shuffle out while the lead actors stayed behind to talk to the director. The main lights were turned on which blinded everyone momentarily.
"Great job, tonight. We won't be starting the shoot tomorrow till 5pm at dusk. It will pick up with Masami, and the victim behind the hill, and Satome watching. The crew will be setting up the area where you are to do the chase and then the final fight. Sleep well all, and I'll see everyone tomorrow night."
After changing to their normal clothes, they dropped Yashiro off at a cute home near the hotel, and they returned to the president's place. They were both tired so they took a quick shower in their respective rooms but crawled into Kuon's bed afterwards. He tucked her in, curving his body around hers, and they fell fast asleep.