Chapter Four!

Ok I'd like to thank everyone for all your revs!! It makes me smile that others enjoy my work.

Also just a little note on the ages:

Ryou is 20.

Ichigo is 17.

Thanks again and I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.

Ichigo began a slow walk back to her house. Her thoughts kept going back to the 'lesson' she just endured. Although, to be honest, she had kind of liked it. In fact ichigo thought it was so nice that she didn't even notice when she walked into someone and ended up on her ass.

Forcing her eyes to look up into the face of the person that walked into her, upon seeing his face, her breath caught. She was starring into the solid brown eyes of none other then Aoyoma. Looking up into those eyes all other thoughts were stricken from her mind. All her thoughts were on the man of her dreams, the one she loves, the one she walked into. Cursing silently she looked away and murmured an apology. She began struggling to get up when a hand appeared in front of her eyes. Cautiously looking up she saw a friendly smile on his face. Her heart suddenly racing she took the hand and let him help her up.

"Thank you" she simply stated before trying to walk past him. He stopped her with a smile.

"it's all right. I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." He paused and looked her over. "My name is Aoyoma" ichigo continued to look into his face, her hand still in his. For the life of her she couldn't articulate any words. Sensing movement she looked down. Her hand was now her own and she could immediately feel the warmth leave her. Suddenly remembering he was still there and had introduced himself and she still hadn't she mentally cursed. Looking up into his brown eyes she smiled.

"I'm ichigo. Again I'm sorry. I'm not normally a klutz." She laughed, mentally disagreeing with herself. She was the biggest klutz in the world. Looking around she realised she didn't really have anything else to say. Looking back into her face her heart skipped a beat. His eyes bore into her own as if they could drink all of her up. He was so open and trusting like he didn't really have a care in the world. "Well, I better be going then." She said quietly, secretly hoping he didn't hear her and they could stay together all day.

"Yeah me too, I gots stuff to be doing." He held out his hand for hers and shook it. His grip was firm yet gently and as he pulled away ichigo could have sworn his fingers lingered in hers a while longer than normal. Walking past him she turned around and saw him watching. Waving she ran off again around the corner. In no time she was home.



Throwing herself onto her bed she sighed heavily. Her thoughts were in a mess. Aoyoma and his gently eyes and soft skin floated through her head, filling her belly with butterflies. On the other hand Ryou permeated her thoughts as well. His piercing blue eyes that were closed down and showed nothing. The roughness and heat of the kiss. Heat filled her face as she thought back to the incident in his room. His hands were as soft on her bare skin as they caressed her, his mouth fiercely eating at her own...

Bolting up into a sitting position on her bed she scanned the room, looking for something, anything to take her thoughts off that particular moment. Her eyes fell onto the rather large pile of her homework. Sighing again she moved off the bed and sat at her desk, pulling a book out to read through it. She began to jot down fragments of the work for her English essay. Chewing the end of the pencil she read through the word of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. It was a story of young love and disaster. She was stuck at one particular part. The one with the kiss. She read over the words and soon found herself looking out of the window into the clear blue sky.

Was it right that she had kissed Ryou? I mean he didn't have any feelings for her other then discontentment. A kiss is supposed to mean something to the people. But then they did feel something. Well, ichigo did in the least. He was right at one thing. She did find herself wanting more. She wanted to feel his lips pressed against hers, not in a heated kiss but one with passion. One with caring and consideration. A kiss that speaks louder then words about how he feels for her, that he loves her. Standing she moved away from the desk, throwing an angry glance at the pile of homework. She wasn't going to get anything done her in this state. Grabbing some of the books she piled them into her bag and headed out to the library. At least there she won't be left alone to her thoughts.

Walking through the big glass doors she stopped almost immediately as a group of lads were walking towards her. In the midst of the group was Aoyoma. His was smiling, laughing, and having a good time in general. Ichigo didn't know what to do. One part of her wanted to stand put and make him see her and strike up another conversation. Another part of her wanted to flee into the aisle of books. Deciding on the latter of been the better choice she began to move off but it was too late. Aoyoma stopped and turned to look at her.

"hey." Was all he said. Smiling ichigo thought he would just move off with his friends, who were all looking at her like she was shit. Aoyoma turned to his friends. "You guys go on ahead; I'll catch up with in a bit." He turned around to an astonished ichigo. She couldn't believe that he had just blew off his friends for her, ichigo, someone he didn't even know. In all her astonishment her bag fell off her shoulder and she watched it fall to the floor. Kneeling down he picked up her bag and held it out to her. His smile was dazzling.

"Thought you said you weren't a klutz." He laughed slightly. Cursing ichigo thought to herself great now he's laughing at you. Shaking her head to get her thoughts out of her head she thanked him not quite sure what to say. Aoyoma coughed slightly his hands fiddling at his sides. His eyes scanned around until he saw the group waiting outside. Looking back at her he opened his mouth and spoke words ichigo thought she'd never hear him speak to her.



"I erm, I got to go now but I'd really like it if you'd go out with me tomorrow night?" Ichigo's mouth opened slightly in shock. He was asking her out? Her, of everyone else, out of all the girls that followed him almost everywhere he chose her. Nodding dumbly she beamed at him.

"Yes, I'd really like that." She spoke, trying her best to keep her excitement underfoot. She watched his small smile beam into one nearly as big as hers.

"So great. Cool. I'll meet you outside here at 7?" nodding she smiled at him, only to have the smile falter.

"I'll be working then." She watched his own smile dim down some as well. Cursing she thought frantically. Then she thought, fuck it. "But, I'll see if I can get it off." Pulling out his own mobile he asked for her number, to call and make sure it's alright he said. After exchanging numbers he turned and waved goodbye and headed off to wherever with his friends. Sitting down ichigo didn't even bother to pull out her books. Her thoughts were full of what might happen tomorrow night and where they might go.

She felt a slight vibration in her leg and she pulled out her phone.

"Moshi Moshi!" she positively squealed down the phone.

"Ichigo? Is that you?" came Ryou's voice. Nodding she agreed, then realising he couldn't see her she said yep. "Well, I take it you've finally completely gone mental."

"No! I've just had a really good day." She stated, her happiness going down a notch at his joke that only he found funny. Honestly, that man could be so crude sometimes.

"Well I'm sorry to say this but we need you to come into work. We've opened shop because people were about to throw a fit outside and no one else can make it in. Can you make it?" he asked her nicely.

"When for?"

"Now"

"Alright give me half an hour and I'll be there. Ryou, you owe me." Hanging up she picked up her bag and headed straight for work for the second time that day.

At the end of work ichigo sat her books down at the side of Ryou's desk in his bedroom. Sitting at the desk she pulled out a book and started out doing her maths. She didn't know why she was sat here, all she knew was Ryou wanted to speak to her about something, but he was going to be a while. This in a way was good that he wanted to speak to her, because she needed to ask him about having the night off tomorrow for her date.

Sticking the end of her pencil in her mouth she looked over the solutions again. A small frown knitted on her face. She felt a presence behind her and dimly glancing up from the work she noticed it was Ryou.



"What you doing there?" he asked her, leaning over her one hand rest on the desk next to her book. Her eyes followed his movement until they landed on his hands. They were completely smooth, no hairs what so ever. No wrinkles or calluses. They looked as soft as they felt. Ichigo gulped down a breath of air as if it suddenly seemed hard to breath.

"maths." She whispered, barely audible. She hadn't realised he was this close to her when she had glanced up. She was so immersed in her oh so confusion equations that she hadn't heard him enter his room.

Ryou leaned in closer to her, so close that when he breathed in it ruffled some of her hair and he caught the full scent of her. She smelt like strawberries.

"You want some help?" he whispered, his lips moving against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He noticed this and couldn't help but smile at the effect he was having on her. He didn't like to admit it but he was beginning to really enjoy seducing his strawberry.

He heard a slight moan coming from ichigo. Leaning forward more he kissed her just in front of her ear, slowly barely touching he moved down until he nearly touched her lips. Hovering slightly over her lips he looked up to see her eyes were closed. Hearing another moan his eyes glided down to her lips, slightly parted, trembling with anticipation.

Ichigo could feel him, his mouth moving all over her. So slowly. So gently. A caress of lips. She felt him hesitate over her mouth. Before she could stop it a noise of almost pleading escaped her lips. This was the moment she had been waiting for. Wanting. His lips finally descended on hers, a slight brush before he pulled back slightly. Leaning forward she caught his lips again before he could pull away fully. Surprised he put more pressure into the kiss, poured more passion into it. His heart pounded against his chest, as if trying to escape. He felt her tongue brush his bottom lip, asking, begging. Her hands came up and cupped his face, turning around in her seat to get more comfortable. To give him her full attention.

What started out as a gentle kiss turned into a feeding of lips, tongues and teeth. Ryou was excited to know that ichigo seemed to like a little teeth in the equation. Her hand roamed all over him, pulling him and pushing. Her moans filled his eyes and he groaned in response to her.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, they pulled apart just in time for Akasaka to walk in, hand still on the handle. They both looked at him, both trying for nonchalance. Both failing miserably.

"I just wanted to ask if you needed anything to eat. I didn't realise ichigo was here. I apologise. Would you like something to eat, ichigo?" of course he realised what had just been happening. Bother their lips swollen. Both faces flustered, their hair all mussed. He wasn't stupid. He thought about it and decided it was best to leave it alone. It was Ryou's heart on the line, not his.

"No, thank you." She stuttered looking down at the floor, her hands clasped in her lap. Akasaka looked at Ryou, a questioning look on his face.

"Ichigo needed help with her homework, and since I happen to be a genius I offered to help her." His voice was blank, uncaring. Uninterested. Ichigo tried to ignore the feelings that erupted in 

her from his tone. Of course he sounded uninterested. After all the only reason why he kissed was to seduce her, it was what she asked of him. Plus she wasn't interested in him. He was a tutor. And she had another interest. Realising that she had forgotten, she began to gather her stuff. Akasaka bowed out and left them in peace. Ryou turned around and watched ichigo get her things together. He wanted to tell her to stop, not to go. But he couldn't do it.

"I need to be going home now." She said almost running. She walked past him and stopped at the door, hands by her sides. She chanced a look behind her, a fake smile in place. "I almost forgot but could I have tomorrow night off. My mum needs me home." Ryou nodded a reply, not trusting his voice. He watched her leave him staring after her for the second time that day. Rubbing his hand through his hair he sighed heavily. He didn't know why but he felt hurt at her rushed departure. Not that he could blame her with the way he acted. It was the best kiss he had ever had in his entire life, and he'd had plenty. For a little while he forgot that it was all fake, that she didn't think of him as any more than a teacher. For a minute he thought that she was all his.

Cursing he paced the room. Angry with himself for forgetting, even if only for a moment. He knew, better than anyone to not get involved.

Ichigo walked slowly out of the cafe and home. She didn't know why she had lied to him about tomorrow night. She wasn't sure why she didn't want to tell him she had a date with Aoyoma. Could it be that she didn't want to hurt his feelings? Why was it she felt guilty? Not guilty from kissing Ryou but from going on a date. Could it all be because she cared about him?

Shaking her head of her thoughts she put the keys in her door and relocked it after her. Pulling the covers of her as she lay in bed she willed herself to sleep, but it wasn't coming quick enough for her. Her thoughts, no matter how hard she tried, always floated back to the kiss in his bedroom. She was almost certain that it was different from the one in the morning. It felt softer, gentler.

It felt like he cared for her...

Okay there you have it!

I'm truly sorry about how long it took for me to update, but since I'm finishing work early all week I'll try to update more often!

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And you'll have to wait for a little more smexyness in this! I want some emotions involved.

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