Chapter 7

So the reason why this was absurdly late is because I was planning on writing a full lemon in this chapter but I got stuck. Multiple times. Which is why I cancelled it~ So yeah here you go enjoy I was half asleep typing this. Still am. 3

It hadn't been a really eventful afternoon, so when you both got back to the hotel you weren't really tired. You had been on the lookout for any pretty flowers you could buy while you guys went back, though. Nothing seemed appealing to you, and the roses Makoto had got you were enough anyway.

It was dark by the time you get back to the hotel. There were a few men in suits looking all serious in stuff - and wearing sunglasses at night - that whipped out their radios as soon as they saw you. Ignoring them, you tugged Makoto along until you were safely in your room.

"Penny for your thoughts," as you switched on the light and breathed in the familiar hotel smell.

"I feel weird," Makoto admitted. "All those guys had been stationed out looking for us and they were recalling a search party, probably."

You purred. "Not used to all the attention?" Your eyes glinted evilly.

Makoto blushed. "N-no, it's not like that," he put his hands up defensively, then hesitated for a moment, as if he was surprised as to why he did that. He scratched his head and shot you a smile. "I get all the attention I need from you."

"And your boss," you added. "And your colleagues. And everyone under you."

"Oh you know what I mean!" Makoto laughed and ruffled your hair playfully. Then his demeanor changed and he became… You couldn't describe it. It's like some sort of neutral but also evil. Neutral evil.

"You're hiding something!" you declared. "Is this the same thing you're hiding yesterday?" you inquired, suspicious. It wasn't like your Makoto to hide something from you. Usually he was an open book and you liked knowing everything about him. Not that you were controlling or suspicious, you just found him and his life extremely interesting, and it also helped you determine what kind of attention he needed.

Makoto averted his eyes from yours. "Maybe?" He said sneakily after a few moments of reluctance.

Interesting… What's he thinking? you thought to yourself.

"Fifty bucks for your honest thoughts," you smiled sweetly. You liked seeing this sweet and shy side of him. His tough and work style was nice too but right now this was what you wanted to see.

Makoto stared at you. "No." He said firmly, crossing his arms, though there was a slight redness creeping up his neck.

"Fifty dollars not good enough for you?" you pouted, retreating into yourself for a moment to get Makoto to let down his guard. You scuttled around the room, shying away from his outstretched arms and attempts at apologizing. You didn't want him to get hurt when you tackled him. Once you were in position, you peeked at his concerned face and launched yourself at him with maximum momentum carried him off his feet and you landed him right on the bed.

You threw your arm around his neck and when he had gotten his bearings back you were already sitting on his chest, pinning him down by the neck with a murderous glint in your eyes. It was only after seeing Makoto being genuinely frightened did you back off on your actions. You released his neck and instead leaned down to give him a kiss, scooting backwards so you were sitting on his stomach. "Sorry if I scared you," you murmured into his ear, then moved back to assaulting his face.

Because of the difference in height you couldn't quite reach his crotch without removing yourself from his face. "You're too tall," you whined as you snaked your hands under his shirt, feeling his stomach and trailing up to his chest, lifting his shirt along the way.

"Sorry," Makoto mumbled, not sounding sorry at all - you could hear the smirk on his face. He took off his shirt, opting to place it neatly to a side while you took yours off and let it drop to the floor.

"Beautiful," you could never break your habit of pausing to admire what was yours. You sighed internally. Every day while he was at work he was risking his life for the country. Every day could be his last. You never know how much time you have.

"That was my line," Makoto's huff shook you out of your dreams and had you focused back on the task at hand.

"Shut up, you don't have a line," you shushed and worked at his pants. Seriously, a casual day and he still wears a belt! What kind of shithead is he? You wouldn't have minded something easier, like sweatpants.

After refusing to let Makoto handle it for you multiple times, you quickly dropped what remaining clothing the both of you had. Your helpless boyfriend squirmed under you. As if you'd let go of your control so easily.

He stopped after a while, so you stared down at him, and blinked. He had a mask on so you couldn't read him as easily. He could be so calm and indifferent sometimes you forgot all that fierceness that could be lurking underneath.

"What's with the sullen face?" you teased, scooting further back so his erection was just lightly brushing against the back of your waist.

"Nothing," Makoto adopted a look of innocence. "What makes you think I'm sullen?" He failed to keep a straight face and ended up cracking a smile in the end, which made you laugh.

"Enough small talk," you decided.

You didn't know how much time passed. It was just Makoto and you, in your own little world. You had vague memories of someone knocking on the door, but you guessed whoever it was left quickly. Neither of you were being particularly quiet.

Both of you were exhausted after the session. Makoto pulled the blankets to cover up your naked bodies, still entangled together, while you stretched and flicked off the lights. You screwed your eyes shut immediately and inhaled deeply, pulling your boyfriend closer to you.

"Penny for your thoughts," Makoto said in a soft voice, his hands running through your hair.

"Never leave me," you whispered, trailing your hands all over his body, memorizing every single detail of it. "How about you?"

Makoto had paused in his actions, so you opened your eyes. The sudden transition from darkness to darkness was a bit disorienting, so you blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the dim light. "Makoto?"

"Ah, I just got distracted by the smoke alarm, sorry," he laughed softly, then ran his fingers through your hair. "Go to sleep, (Name)."

"I can stay up as late as I want."

"Okay." Makoto smiled and rolled over. "I'm going to sleep. Goodnight."

You laughed and scooted closer, wrapping your arms around his midsection. "Goodnight."