Day 3 Prompt: Rain
Kissing Mabuchi Kou is like finding herself in the middle of a thunderstorm—she closes her eyes, and the world seems to disappear into a different kind of chaos, a cacophony of heat and cold and want and color. With Kou, everything is ridiculously intimate that she sometimes forgets that they are too young.
She loves the thrill of it.
He is subtle at first—a few furtive glances here and there, or the accidental brush of his arm against hers as they walk side by side to school. As the day progresses, however, he gets bolder, slipping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss or two onto her temple for the entire world to see.
His actions are short and simple, innocent enough to garner a giggle or a roll of the eye from the gang or unknowing passerby; little do they know the havoc they wreak on Futaba's self-control.
Dusk is just falling, thunder rolling in the distance, when they start their trek home.
He has kept her on her toes all day, sending her playful glances and light touches every now and then. Her head is filled with thoughts of the memory of his hands and the secrets in his smile, making her desperate for the real thing. Any moment now, she expects him to strike and have his way with her, but he keeps to himself. This lack of contact grates on her nerves.
She grabs his hand and pulls him along towards the shelter of a tree when the first drops begin to fall.
He smiles at her knowingly, unabashed as he walks her backwards into the tree. 'Finally,' she thinks as she closes her eyes in anticipation, swiping her tongue quickly on her bottom lip and taking a deep breath.
A couple of seconds pass with only the wind meeting her lips, and her forehead wrinkles in confusion.
She opens her eyes and raises her head, sees the soft smile gracing his lips, the scarlet coloring the tips of his ears, and the rain dripping from his unkempt hair, and there and then, she cannot help thinking just how handsome he is.
And then she spots a glint in his stormy eyes, and something inside her snaps as she drags him down by the collar, her hands frantic in their search for skin. She struggles to take hold of the hem of his damp shirt, pushing it up to reveal the hard planes underneath, warm and taut to the touch.
A sensible part of her wonders at his cunning, and how he would never let her live this down.
His next actions drive any and all comprehensible thoughts away.
He ducks his head into the crook of her neck, nipping and teasing as he grips her lightly by the hips. She starts when he bites down on a particularly sensitive spot, hands flying from his chest to seek purchase in the tangle of his hair.
"Kou," she breathes shakily, almost pleading. He groans her name into the shell of her ear, his voice laced raw with want, drawing her closer before finally touching his mouth to hers.
A shock shoots down her spine, the sting of rain and the heat of his mouth mingling and making her toes curl, and she jumps on the balls of her feet in an effort to bring her body closer to his. Kou seems to have a better idea, and bends down to hook his arms under her knees and lift her up swiftly. There is a pop of lips as she gasps in surprise, her face burning at the sudden change in position. He grins at her, very much resembling a Cheshire cat with a bunch of tricks up his sleeve.
She shakes her head and wraps her legs more securely around his waist, trying to ignore the racing of her pulse when a hand brushes lightly on her thigh. Her heart thrums in rhythm to the falling rain as she traces the boyish angles of his face, taking note of the circles under his eyes and the freckles faintly dusting his cheeks.
"You need sleep," she tells him, her voice dropping to a whisper. Thunder clamors overhead and the rain splatters noisily at his feet, but he hears her loud and clear. He smiles slightly in response, rubbing his nose against hers.
"I can't sleep, love. Not when you're on my mind twenty-four, seven," he says cheekily and receives a sharp tug in the hair in return. He laughingly obliges her request and closes the gap once more.
They are fire and ice, a jumble of want and need; she shivers, curls a sure arm around his neck, and burrows her fingers into his hair while he moves them away from the tree and kisses her directly underneath the downpour, and in that moment, Futaba is completely certain that this is love.
Hours later, she lies awake beneath her covers, her body still remembering the whirlwind of heat and hands and lips and his scent like air after the rain.
Confession: I just really wanted them to kiss, man. I mean, come on, look at all that tension just waiting to be released.