DISCLAIMER: Mai-hime is not mine and I think I murdered the Japanese exchange between Yukino and Shizuru in this chapter. I apologize if I made a mistake. I only used google translator in this one so bear with it, please.
CHAPTER 7
Cameras clicked and flash erupted around Shizuru as she stepped out of her car. She was grateful for Yukino's suggestion to wear a sunglass or she was pretty sure that she'll be blinded by the dozens of paparazzi taking pictures of her.
"Does Kanzaki know about the affair?"
"Does he know that you're into girls? Are you a bisexual?"
"How long has it been going on?"
Shizuru took every ounce of her patience not to counter back sarcastically at their question. She knew that once she squeaked, even just a tiny sound—they will slaughter her. With the help of her temporary security, Crash pushed past the paparazzi while trying to cradle her into his massive arms. Shizuru bit her lips as she stopped herself from smirking when her huge security stepped on one of the reporters.
"Excuse me," The deep octave voice of her bodyguard, Crash echoed in her ears. She knew that the guy wasn't really excusing them because he was almost shoving everyone out of their way as they made way to their shooting scene. With a bit of struggling, most of it was from the paparazzi—they managed to duck inside the security of the set.
Taking a deep breath, Shizuru gave her bodyguard an awkward smile. "I apologized if I somewhat became a burden to you,"
Hiding his surprise, Crash gave her a grim nod. He was used to spoiled actresses who always ignore him but it seems that Fujino is different. "I don't know why the public could be interested in that kind of crap,"
Shizuru smiled thankfully at the man and she chuckled when his cheeks reddened. "It's always part of the job," She shrugged as Crash motioned her forward.
Some of the staffs waved at her as she walked towards her manager. Automatically, her heart hammered against her chest—as if recognizing its mate, Shizuru's breath shortened. She knew, without looking around—Natsuki's already on the set, running those gorgeous dark eyes at her. Clearing her throat, Shizuru smiled at Yukino. "Good morning, Yukino."
Pushing her eyeglasses up, Yukino smiled at her. "Having a rough morning?" She gestured the pack of reporters still shouting for her.
Shizuru smiled a little, still stressed with the idea of scandal lurking behind her career. "Kind of,"
Yukino searched for any indication that her friend was still okay. "Have you talked to your mother?"
Shizuru's lips thinned when Yukino mentioned her greatest dilemma. She still wasn't sure how she'll deal with it, she knew that she had to tell her mother the truth but she was afraid of her mother flipping on her and—right now, she didn't need her mother to add to her stress.
"I guess not," Habitually, Yukino pushed back her sliding glasses. A few beats of silence, "She's going to be pissed at us…"
Her eyebrow rose at her manager's worried words. "It's not your fault that I became attracted to a woman,"
"Like your mother will listen to explanations," Yukino sighed. "Besides, she made me promised to take care of you."
"I'm a grown woman for Pete's sake," Shizuru scoffed.
"Do you think that she'll say the same thing once she saw your pictures with Natsuki?" Yukino grimaced when Shizuru's eyes narrowed at her. "I was just trying to tell you the possibilities,"
When she was about to hurl a witty comeback to her manager, Shizuru felt her—butterflies ricochet in her stomach and her body hummed with recognition. God, if her body could react violently by just running those gorgeous emerald eyes at her, how much more if Natsuki touched her?
"Hey," Natsuki slowly grinned at her, well, maybe both of them but she had the right to own Natsuki's smile, right? Natsuki was wearing fitted black jeans, black leather boots, and white sleeveless shirt with a casual gray cardigan. As she searched for the best word to describe Natsuki—her scarlet eyes ran appreciatively at Natsuki's rugged appearance. She looked—bad, rebellious, untamable—and she was all hers.
"Uh, hey," Shizuru said weakly. She mentally smacked herself for being idiotic in front of Natsuki.
"Are you okay?" Natsuki asked. With their situation, she knew that it was stupid to ask but she wanted to make sure that Shizuru is doing okay emotionally.
"I feel like I'm in a circus performance," Shizuru chuckled as she looked behind them. The reporters were still lurking behind the erected barrier around the set and she stopped herself from grimacing when she saw the majority of them taking pictures of them. "How about in your side?"
"I think my neighbors gonna boot me if those paparazzi continued to camp around my house," Natsuki glanced at Shizuru's exposed neck and her pulse quickened as she remembered its taste beneath her tongue. For god's sake, here we are, in the middle of this scandal and I'm thinking about last make out session. Natsuki's attention snapped back when Shizuru giggled and she felt herself reddened.
"Good thing I live in a place with a tight security," Shizuru shuddered at the possibility of someone invading her privacy.
"But are we okay?" Caught with a hint of insecurity in Natsuki's whispered words, Shizuru stared at her emerald eyes. She wanted to touch her cheeks—to run her fingers to Natsuki's skin and wipe away those uncertainties prowling behind her eyes but with those paparazzi behind them—she held back.
"Definitely, okay." She whispered full of sincerity.
Natsuki breathed a sigh of relief and she combed her hair. "Damn. I was kinda afraid of begging for your forgiveness," With a chuckle, Natsuki pocketed her hands—she's afraid of touching her, to assure herself that Shizuru's not bolting out. "Forgive me for being an arse,"
With Natsuki looking really adorable with her apologetic gaze and her thick British accent, her heart broke a little. Shizuru bit her lower lips. "You really should stop being endearing—I don't think I could stop myself if you keep doing that,"
With a little flush in her cheeks, Natsuki's grin widened and a cough caught their attention.
"It's getting hot in here, don't you think so?" Proving her point, Yukino fanned herself. Both women blushed.
"Can I join your party?" A seductive voice drawled behind them and Nao wrapped her arms at Natsuki's left arm.
Natsuki rolled her eyes and she tried to shrug Nao off her arms. "Go away,"
Nao pouted a little but mischief glowed behind her eyes. "After you ditched me and lie through your teeth, you had some nerve to bully me?"
Disbelief etched at Natsuki's face as she fumbled for an explanation. "Lie? What the heck are you talking about?" She glanced at Shizuru's face—afraid for the woman's reaction.
Feeling smug, Nao gave her a sly smile. "The pictures?" At their blank faces, Nao punched the rock star at her shoulder.
"Do you honestly think that I wouldn't figure why you wouldn't want me to go the bar the last time you played with Chie?"
Shizuru's gazed narrowed at the panicked singer. "You were keeping tabs on me?"
"NO! I wasn't! It was really because of Chie?! One of the bands that were lined up for the night didn't make it so she bribed me to play for her in exchange of information that you reserved a table at the club the same night! Honest to god, I swear—" Her jaw dropped when the trio chuckled at her panicked explanation.
"That was mean," Embarrassed at her blurt out, Natsuki tried to keep a straight face at the chorus of laughter around her.
"Gomen ne, it's just that you're too cute when you're flustered." Shizuru bit her lower lips to stop herself from embarrassing Natsuki further. At Shizuru's sudden Japanese accent, warmth blossomed in her stomach and a grin broke slowly.
"Good thing there's a lot of reporter in here…" She drawled in her most seductive British accent.
"Oh, god. I can't bloody believe that you know how to flirt, Kuga." Natsuki elbowed her and Nao grimaced.
"You should have seen them at the club." Yukino quickly avoided Shizuru's hands to tickle her.
"No need, the pictures said it all. Besides," Nao smiled slyly to her friend. "Chie spilled it all to me," At Natsuki's groan and Shizuru's blushing cheeks—Yukino and Nao laughed.
"Hello," A timid voice called their attention.
If she wasn't looking, Shizuru knew that she wouldn't notice how Natsuki's back snapped stiffly as if she was slapped hard. Shizuru watched as Natsuki's dark emerald eyes became lifeless—like every inch of emotions was slowly draining from her eyes. Every nerve in Shizuru's body screamed, she needed to reach out for that remaining light before it vanished completely—she moved and grasped Natsuki's shoulder, just to shake out the darkness that enveloped those warm eyes.
"Natsuki..." Shizuru said her name, trying to quell her rising panic—she shook the woman. Natsuki numbly turned her head to her and like dawn—a fleet of emotions flooded those dark emerald eyes. Pain.
"Ahn," Yukino said breathlessly. Jesus Christ, don't tell me she will be—, Her thoughts were suddenly cut when Miss Maria appeared behind Anh's back.
"Good morning, I'm sorry for suddenly springing this onto you but since we are out of time I would like to introduce you to Ahn Lu and she would be the replacement for Nina's character."
Ahn's lavender eyes roamed around the group and it remained to Natsuki's face and she softly smiled. Shizuru's shackles rose and she knew that something happened between them.
She needed to get away from here. A voice roared in her ears and all she can think about is getting away from her. Ahn is back and worst—she'll be working with her. With Shizuru. She knew that sooner or later, their paths will cross but not like this—not when she's not prepared for the sudden pain pummeling into her chest.
"Natsuki," Shizuru's worried voice penetrated in her hazy thoughts and like an anchor—those crimson eyes pulled her back to the present. "Can you please help me with my things? There's something that Yukino needs to do."
She knew that Shizuru's giving her a way out. It must be so bloody obvious that her ex-girlfriend's appearance wreck a havoc of emotions out of her but if she took Shizuru's dangling hook—she knew that she needs to explain and explaining her pain—exposing her vulnerabilities doesn't sit well with her. How would she explain to Shizuru that Ahn cheated because she can't risk her career, her life—everything for a lesbian like her?
"I-I," The roar grew loud and all Natsuki wanted to do was to be alone, she pulled away from the surprised model and she knew—when Shizuru's crimson eyes widened, that she hurt her. "I need to talk to Mai," without waiting for her answer, Natsuki walked away from them.
Frozen standing, Shizuru only followed the rock star's retreating back. The singer with laughing emerald eyes, now gone—replaced by a pale woman who was running away from a ghost and all Shizuru could think about was how painful it was to be pushed away by someone who promised her that they were in this together.
"Shizuru," Torn between following the singer and giving her space, Shizuru glanced back at her manager. Keeping her face stoic—she took her things from Yukino's hand. "I should go to my trailer to have an early start." Yukino reluctantly passed her things to Shizuru.
Forgetting that she's in America now, Shizuru bowed to them and she excused herself. Recognizing Shizuru's signs of emotional withdrawal, Yukino cursed internally. Just when the two of them was finally okay—here comes another trial. Reminding herself that she's in the set, Yukino politely smiled at their boss.
"Thank you for taking some time to introduce Miss Lu to us," Steeling herself from glaring at the one who cheated on Natsuki—she nodded at her. "I'm sorry but there is something I need to go over with Fujino, excuse me."
"Well, ain't that grand," Watching her friends retreating backs—Nao can't help but be pissed at the sudden appearance of Natsuki's ex-girlfriend. "You sure made one hell of an entrance Lu," Nao drawled sarcastically.
"Nao, I'm sorry—" Lu stopped when Nao flicked her hand at her—as if dismissing her.
"Save it for someone who would listen," And Nao turned her back at the bitch that caused pain to her closest friend. Well, she should be thankful that Nao was only turning back at her—not breaking her face.
"Come on, pick up the bloody phone." Natsuki gripped her phone hard while pacing inside her trailer. She could hear her heart racing furiously—not because of Ahn's sudden appearance but because of her fury for being caught off guard.
"Hello—"Mai answered but she was suddenly silenced by Natsuki's furious voice.
"What the hell was Anh doing in here!?"
"She's Nina's replacement for her character, why?" Mai said nonchalantly. A series of typing sound can be heard in the background and it made Natsuki more irritated.
"You knew beforehand? Why didn't you give me a bloody heads up?! She suddenly showed up!"
"Did you check your email?" Hearing the rock star's colorful curses, Mai rolled her eyes. "I take it that you haven't checked it yet. It was included in your new script."
"You know that this was important enough for a phone call,"
"Well, I'm sorry if I haven't got the time to call you because of a certain rock star kept me busy spinning the nightmarish PR she placed herself into," Mai retorted back, annoyed at Natsuki's accusing voice.
"Fuck," Natsuki said most to herself as she sat heavily on her couch. Her day hasn't even started but a steady beat of pain was pounding her temple. "I'm not ready for this,"
The clicking sound of keyboard stopped and a sigh escaped from Mai's throat. "When will you be ready? It's been a year Natsuki," Mai said gently to her best friend.
Ahn's face ripped with pleasure with a naked guy pounding into her body flashed at her memory and she whimpered with pain. "Year? It felt like yesterday…"
Pushing herself away from the desk, Mai rolled her shoulders as she stands. "It felt like yesterday because you were so busy clinging to the pain, to her memories—my god, you haven't dated anyone after she did one hell of a show in you."
"She betrayed me, Mai." Her voice wavered. "She was supposed to uphold our promises—but I caught her fucking someone—in our own bed where we slept together," Her throat clogged with emotions and she could feel her repressed anger toppling out. "I opened myself to her, my soul—I trusted her with my body, with my secrets—and look what she did to me. She betrayed me in the worst possible way," Her tears rolled freely down her face and she bit back a sob. "Do you honestly know how it feels like? She was my life—I was going to ask her to marry me!"
"Oh, Natsuki…" Mai didn't know the extent of damage that Anh did to her best friend but hearing it straight from Natsuki's mouth—it made her heart break for her. "I'm sorry…"
Natsuki cupped her mouth and she rocked herself. She momentarily forgot that nobody knew that she caught her ex-girlfriend naked with a man—the humiliation stopped her from breathing a word of it. "Goddammit," She cursed herself, her fate—whoever who put her in this situation.
The sobbing continues while Mai whispered encouragement at the other line. After a few minutes of crying her heart out—her sobs turned into sniffles and eventually stopped.
"Do you want to back out? I can pay the damages," Mai offered—she knew that it was unprofessional but her best friend comes first and she was ready to give it all for her.
Her throat burned as she swallowed—her head pounding with a full blown headache. In all honesty, she wanted to back down but backing down means that she'll be apart with Shizuru—,
"Shizuru!" Natsuki forgot to clamp her mouth. "Oh, Christ, I fucked up—again, dammit!" She hissed.
"Did she know about your ex?"
"Not the whole story but I think, with my freak out reaction—she'll get the wrong idea, fucking great." Natsuki rubbed her face with her left hand.
"Tell me Natsuki, do you still want to continue this project?" Natsuki considered her option and she knew the answer—maybe it was time to face the music. She sighed—it'll be a hell of self-constraint to stop herself from snapping at her ex-girlfriend and there is Shizuru.
"I need to be with Shizuru," Natsuki said. It was not an option.
Hearing the conviction in the rock star's voice, Mai smiled softly. Maybe it was the right time after all—Natsuki, Shizuru, and Anh. The closure that Natsuki needed for her to move on to her next must be falling right into her lap. "Okay, just give me a heads up if you finally gave Anh a punch she deserved after all. I'll find a way to spin it badly for her,"
Natsuki chuckled. "I think Nao will beat me first into it," She cleared her throat. "Thanks, Mai, for everything."
"No problem, now go get Shizuru," Tired but smiling to herself, Natsuki fidgeted with her phone. Would she text her? Or will she call Shizuru directly? A frown etched her face when she remembered the deer-caught-in-the-headlights look when she avoided Shizuru like a plague. Cursing herself, Natsuki was about to head out when her door opened and her assistant entered.
"Good morning, Natsuki. Your next scene is about thirty minutes away, just enough time to spruce you up for your next scene." Her assistant took a double look at her swollen eyes. "Well, I think we need to speed things up with your eyes," Natsuki groaned out loud. It seems that she needed to patch things up after their commitments later.
"Here," A cold bottle of water was pushed at her hands as she breathed a sigh of relief. Shizuru gratefully took it from Yukino's outstretched hand. Pop. She took a sip. Shizuru caught a movement from Natsuki at the corner of her eyes but she ignored it.
They were in the set nonetheless they needed to put whatever happening between them behind but still…it hurts. She capped back her bottle and she looked at it, she blinked slowly—she knew that Yukino was getting worried at her sudden withdrawal but the emotional ride that she's been thrown into was getting out of hand. She sighed for umpteenth time—she's tired and hungry but they still have to take some scene before taking a break. With Ahn.
A frown marred her indifferent demeanor—too late to masked it, Yukino cleared her throat. "You need to talk to Natsuki,"
"Really?" Shizuru lifted her gaze from the bottle and her eyes ran towards the chaos of the set.
"She's been trying to get your attention for a while now," Yukino adjusted her glasses—hoping for a reaction.
The pensive model hummed and it irked Yukino. "Stop that," Shizuru's eyebrow rose, her crimson eyes unreadable. "Anata wa itsu kono kanjō-tekina tettai ni tsukaremasu ka?" (When will you get tired of this emotional withdrawal?)
Shizuru's lips thinned at her manager's implication. "Watashi wa nani mo shite inai," (I'm not doing anything.)
"Masani, anata wa nani mo shite imasen. Anata wa kanojo ni hanashikakete soko ni iru hazudesu." (Exactly, you are not doing anything. You should be there, talking to her.) Yukino said in rapid Japanese, not minding the startled looks of the crew around them when she hissed at her talent.
"Jā nani? Watashitachiha-banashi o shite kara, monogoto o shūsei surudeshou. Sorekara betsu no kiki ga okotta toki, kanojo wa watashi o mōichido oiharaudeshou." (Then what? we'll talk, then we'll patch things up. Then when another crisis rose, she'll push me away again.) Shizuru's jawed tightened and her eyes burned with ferocity. "Watashi no kimochi wa, sukina toki ni itsu demo nage tari hippattari dekiru nanrakano yōyōde wa arimasen! (My feelings aren't some sort of a yo-yo that you could throw and pull whenever you want!)
Shizuru snapped, watching her manager rendered speechless gave her a little bit of satisfaction and she could feel her heart racing. God knows how she hated not being in control of her emotions. She schooled her features but it didn't escape from Yukino how she despised the crack in her emotional control.
"I'm tired," Shizuru said in a voice void of emotion that frightened Yukino. It was the same voice she used when her father died.
"Shizuru—,"
"Shite kudasai, ima wa arimasen," (Please, not now.) Yukino must have noticed how miserable she was right now. Her manager sat beside her and sighed.
"Don't give this up, Kanojo wa anata o egao ni sa seru," (She makes you smile.) Yukino grasped her hand to comfort her.
Shizuru chuckled ruefully. "Watashi wa dekiru koto o nozomu," (I wish I can,)
Yukino beamed at her answer. When she was about to say something, one of the crew called their attention. "Miss Fujino, you're next." The supermodel nodded at him and she rose—nudging the remaining water to Yukino.
"I'll be going home after this, so don't bother ordering some food for me." Yukino nodded and Shizuru turned her back to walk to the next set. Slightly curious why Natsuki suddenly disappeared, she mask her worry because she knew that she needed every ounce of control at what she was about to face. A scene with Ahn Lu.
She didn't know how much longer she has before they figure it out that they were duped, so she quickly dodged her way to Yukino's car. After a few minutes of driving—trying to stop herself from accelerating her car far from its legal boundary—she made it unscathed.
Looking around, she unconsciously released a sigh of relief when she saw no one. Just as she done previously, she quickly gathered her things and she made her way to her house. Juggling her keys, Shizuru strode towards her house—grateful for the small blessing that her bodyguard managed to lure the paparazzi out of the set thus making her escape from the media's scrutiny.
She dodged inside the gate of her house and quickly locked it. She strode toward the door and she inserted her key to unlock it. Walking inside, she took off her sneakers—circled her arms around her body bag to take it off. Padding with comfy socks inside the privacy of her house, she deposited her bag to the sofa at her living room—and she made her way towards her bedroom, determined to change into something comfortable.
Shizuru rolled her eyes when she saw her cat sleeping with stomach up, he looked ridiculously cute and somehow it raised her spirit. She rubbed the stomach of her cat slightly as she passed before rummaging in her closet for her favorite hoodie and boy shorts.
Finally, at her most comfortable short, some of her tension eased up—she took the book that she was currently reading and she made her way towards her living room. Despite her earlier protest, Yukino ordered some food for her and her stomach grumbled as the smell of the food wafted around the room.
She poked around inside the paper bag and saw a sandwich—she took it out and pulled off the napkin that covered it. She bit a little, and sighed—she's beat, Shizuru thought internally as she dropped heavily on her couch.
She nibbled at her sandwich and thought of her last scene with Ahn Lu. It was surprisingly…calm. Not that she was expecting them to be snarling at each other because of the noticeable tension between them before but—Shizuru heavily leaned her head back at the headrest as she searched for a better word to describe their interaction.
She wasn't expecting Ahn Lu to be amenable, cooperative and somewhat—likable and it didn't help Shizuru at all. Shizuru has been ignoring it but a sinking feeling in her stomach was churning—jealousy, Shizuru was aware that it has been growing steadily ever since she saw how Natsuki reacted to her presence and it was unsettling for her to be suddenly insecure.
Well, who wouldn't be insecure with that gorgeous lilac eyes adorned with a heart-tugging smile? Shizuru grunted—annoyed at herself. She was one of the most sought-out models of her generation—she was also a great catch…right? Except that Natsuki and Ahn had a past together.
"Great thoughts, Fujino. Great thoughts," She muttered exasperatingly to herself as she swallowed the remaining bite of her sandwich. When she was about to reach for another sandwich—the doorbell rang and Shizuru stiffened.
Nobody was supposed to know that she's already at home, she thought as she cast a suspicious look at her door. She waited for a few seconds and nothing. They must have pushed a wrong doorbell, she said to herself. As she reached for the bag of take-outs, the doorbell rang again and this time, Shizuru swallowed nervously.
She was partly sure that those paparazzi wouldn't politely ring her doorbell to ask some pictures. Being silly with her thoughts, another doorbell rang but it was followed by a bang in the door making Shizuru jumped out of her seat.
"Shizuru! Open up! It's me, Natsuki!" Her eyes widened at the rock star's familiar voice and as quickly as possible, she rushed to the door to open it. The rock star swiftly sidestepped her and she closed the door heavily. Her eyes widened at the panting singer as Natsuki leaned heavily at her door.
"What are you doing in here?" Shizuru stuttered. Natsuki was still wearing her clothes from earlier so she guessed that after taping her last scene, she headed straight to Shizuru's place.
"I'm sorry okay?" Natsuki blurted out. She saw Shizuru jumped slightly, surprised by her sudden outburst. "I wasn't expecting Ahn to pop out of nowhere. I—," Clearly frustrated, she rubbed her face—tongue-tied for an explanation.
"I'm sorry for pushing you like that—it's not that I don't want you to know that part of my past but I don't want you to see me like that," Natsuki started to pace in front of her as she continued to fumble around her living room.
"Natsuki—,"
"Please, let me talk first," Her usual confident dark emerald eyes now shone with worry interrupted Shizuru. Sensing that Shizuru was letting her take the floor—Natsuki took a deep ragged breath.
"Ahn was my ex-girlfriend. The last time I saw her was in our bedroom—being fucked by a guy," She saw Shizuru flinched but she continued. "Her betrayal did a number on me you see, I got burned badly that I don't want anyone to see my real self again—my weakness, my thoughts, my fears. What you saw earlier was fear—fear of you, finally noticing that I'm not good enough to be in a relationship with. Fear of how will you react once you knew how much I fucked up with Ahn. Shizuru—," Natsuki's voice quivered and Shizuru's heart broke.
"She denied us in public," If Shizuru wasn't close enough, she wouldn't notice the slight tremor of pain and humiliation in the singer's voice. "Instead of acknowledging her relationship with me, being a lesbian—she jumped naked with a guy to a bed to silenced those rumors about us."
Shizuru couldn't contain her pain for Natsuki anymore, she crossed the remaining space between them and she gathered Natsuki in her arms. "You didn't screw up. Don't justify her sins, Natsuki. Every inch of you is beautiful,"
Natsuki buried her face in the crook of Shizuru's neck as she struggled for control. Hearing Shizuru's words made some of her walls crumble. "Just because you fell in love with the same gender doesn't mean that there is something missing in you. You are you, and I adore every inch of you."
Her heart soared at Shizuru's words and the remaining walls vanished—her arms tightened around the woman who was making her see how beautiful it was to fall in love again. In love.
Natsuki gasped at her realization and as if it has its own mind, her heart staggered at the sudden revelation. The reason why she panicked when she heard Yukino telling Shizuru not to give them up, the reason why she ignored her screaming instinct for her to run—to hide away from the growing attachment for the supermodel and the reason why she jumped head on to this complicated relationship was she was falling in love with Shizuru. Falling hard for Shizuru.
"Natsuki," Still reeling from her discovery, she watched Shizuru—slaw-jawed like an idiot, cut the remaining distance. Butterflies sprang to her belly as Shizuru's lips descended onto her.
As she cupped Natsuki's nape closer, Shizuru deepened her kiss, and slowly became urgent. She wanted to be the one to erase Natsuki's pain and fear. She wanted to convey how Natsuki's pain was hers too. As Natsuki's arms tightened around her waist, she wrapped her own arms around Natsuki's broad shoulder.
"I won't hurt you," Shizuru whispered between kisses. When she felt Natsuki's tongue seek for an entrance, she complied and she moaned at the delicious sensation of Natsuki's warm and demanding tongue.
Powered by her love to the writhing woman in her arms, Natsuki kissed her. She flicked her tongue where Shizuru would moan louder, anything to hear Shizuru's reaction.
"Kami sama..."(Oh, my god) Shizuru whispered sensually making Natsuki squirm in her pants. She swallowed heavily when she saw Shizuru's crimson iris dilated with lust. It took them seconds before the sound of the doorbell penetrated their lustful thoughts.
"Were you expecting someone?" Natsuki buried her face to Shizuru's neck and she gently licked it.
Shizuru bit her lips to stop herself from moaning. "I am not expecting someone," Her fingers buried around Natsuki's hair when the singer bit her at the neck. "Natsuki behave," She gently chided the ravenous woman.
"Shizuru, I know that you are in there. Open the door." At the sound of a familiar cold voice stopped them.
"It's my mother," Shizuru said incredulously while Natsuki choked beside her. Of all people that will visit her today, why does it have to be her mother?
Fate must be laughing at them somewhere right now.
** to be continued **
A/N:
Hello! Sorry for not updating sooner. I have some personal issues that I've been sorting out. I'm currently writing the next chapter of CF so I think I will update it soon. Your comments will motivate me to update faster, so keep 'em coming!
-Rebelionheart