CHAPTER II

A kiss

Hello everybody! Finally I'm back with a new chapter. I really, really hope you enjoyed the previous one. It wasn't that bad, was it?
Before you go on reading, I must say that this story has a bit of AU since some personalities may be a little different. But I wonder, in 15 years your personality does change, doesn't it? You change but your essence is the same... or not?

Anyway, read and review please. I'd really like to know what your impressions are so far :)

"Satoe dear, have you seen Mimi?" A warm breath came upon Mimi's mother's ear along with a soft pat on her shoulder. Smiling apologetically, she turned away from their guests and faced her husband.

Thirty years of marriage was enough time to learn every bit and inch of him. There was no need to look into his face, into his eyes, to see he was worried. The tone of his voice was all she needed to hear. Taking his hand in hers, she apologetically smiled and guided him through the dancing couples.

A chilly breeze blew and her pale skin immediately flinched with goose bumps. As the night grew deeper, it grew cooler. Sighing, she looked up into the darkened sky and discovered a full moon being almost covered by clouds and mist.

"It's cold… and there might be rain." She heard him say and followed his line of sight. Upon the well illuminated garden, a group of people sat on a table sipping on there drinks as what seemed to be a nice conversation went between them. "Those… aren't they Mimi's childhood friends? Perhaps they know were she is"

"Don't worry" she whispered, "She's upstairs giving herself some last touches of make up. She definitely wants to be presentable for the duke."

"Women." He whispered from under his breath, "I guess I'll never understand them."

A smile crept on her lips as she moved on closer. By now, the temperature had gone several degrees down and her flesh was starting to feel the cold. A warm arm came up over her shoulders as his lips found her forehead. "Satoe, let's get inside, it's getting cold"

Nodding her head in response, Mimi's mother went inside the house not before talking and greeting some of the guests standing by the door. Her husband followed closely behind. Upon seeing this, Mr Tachikawa rolled his eyes and shook his head.

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Not far from there, in a beautiful white forged iron table, the once digidestined sat chatting about their lives, unaware of what was happening above their heads, just some few feet away.

"Why's Mimi taking so long?" Asked Sora to no one in particular, "She's been gone for too long"

"Sora honey, you worry too much" replied a laid back Tai taking her hand in his. "She'll be back"

"I worry for the both of us since you don't even worry for yourself!" she retorted looking away.

"Sora!"

A roar of laughter mixed itself with the cold night air and the soft lilac smell. The garden was perfect. It was cosy, welcoming and also, very beautiful. Some days ago Mimi's mother had ordered the gardener to gracefully put white Christmas lights in trees and bushes. Though it didn't look exactly as she had imagined or wished for, at night, with the little rice lights on, it looked beautiful indeed.

"Matt is the one who should've been here long ago. Mimi could've perfectly caught herself up in a mirror re-applying lipstick once and again… But Matt worries me a bit. After all, he's the duke. I can understand that now, he's a busy man… though he is still the same old jerk… but what I can't understand, is why you," he said pointing his index finger to Takeru, "surrendered your title to him!"

A faint laugh escaped their lips as their attention shifted from the brunette to the blond. They all wanted to hear the story behind this rather rare event. Not in a million years a thought of this magnitude crossed their heads. Old rebellious rock star Matt Ishida a duke? Hell, it must be a joke. A really good one.

"I already told you Taichi" Takeru's gentle voice came up, "It was the right thing to do." And indeed it was. Matt was the…oldest. Mostly everyone in town thought it was stupid -to surrender a nobility title-, but people didn't know who surrendered it and to whom. It was a mystery. A well performed mystery.

"Okay" interrupted Davis, "You're the good guy and all, but as far as I know, if you have a title it's by right or something related to lineage. You can't be from royalty… that's rather impossible... "

"And I'm not" he replied casually sipping from his glass, "Matt's the one who'll answer your questions so, direct them to him."

"But why did you reject it?" asked Joe tapping his fingers on his knee, "A title, whichever one it is, grants the bearer wealth, respect and so many other things."

"I know-" Takeru cut in, sliding his hand under the table grabbing hold of Kari's hand in his, "…but right now, other priorities are in my life"

Sora smiled warmly at the display of affection before her eyes. It was so obvious they were in love. And they were the happiest couple on earth right now… well, the happiest apart from Yolei & Ken and Tai & herself.

"Oh God here we go again…"

"Shut up Tai!" hissed Yolei frowning and standing up to embrace her husband's neck. "Ken dear, don't you want to go with your sweet, charming, beautiful and wonderful wife to a club? We'll surely have fun!"

"Yolei, I'd love too but you're pregnant... so the answer is no"

"Oww! How mean!" …Wait… isn't that guy over there… Michael?"

Eight pair of eyes swayed away and made their way to focus completely on a messy blond haired man standing cautiously by the door, -apparently aware of all his surroundings-.

"How long has it been since we last saw him?" inquired Davis more to himself than to the group. "We should catch up with-" before he could finish his sentence, the man in question entered the house and disappeared behind the crowd of guests. "Damn! Come on guys, let's go after him."

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A single tear rolled down Mimi's cheek. This man wasn't supposed to be here. This man wasn't supposed to kiss her. This wasn't what she'd wanted. This wasn't what she'd planned.

It was something that should've never happened…

But it did.

Fighting back tears that threatened to fall, Mimi pressed her hands against his chest and pushed. But it was useless. Completely useless. This man's chest stood strong, hard and firm, like an oak tree. Nothing, not even the fiercest wind or storm could ever bring him down. His chest, and his complete body, was a high impenetrable wall… a wall that her hands wouldn't dream to move. And even if she pushed him with all her strength, he would move with her, for his arms were completely bonded on her back.

Mimi found herself trapped in his warm embrace long after her consciousness returned. She attempted to lift her arms but found it impossible. The more she tried to escape, the more he pushed forward causing a stinging pain to come over her breasts and hands, as her thumbs' metacarpals dug deep onto her bosom.

A muffled cry escaped her lips as his hungry mouth threatened to go further beyond. The sudden need for oxygen parted his head away from hers abruptly. Panting heavily, his hands made their way up to her shoulders, tracing and evil path of fire through her completely bent arms. His touch was soft and yet warm against her cold and pale skin.

When coming to the last stop, he found her palms hardly pressed against his chest and what seemed to be popping out of her cleavage. Chuckling, he moved back, took her hands in his and held them both with one behind her back while the other moved freely up her face.

She wanted to protest. Scream at him. Curse him, slap him, spit at him, but no words or actions came from her mouth or limbs. A part of her brain registered all what was happening. All what was happening between them… all of his swift movements up a down her body.

Her conscious was wide awake and aware, shielding her mind from her pleas. Nothing moved. She was rooted to the spot. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. As if seeing a request on her action, a sly smile crept on his face. Moving his free hand down to her chin, he cupped her cheek and pulled her to another breath taking kiss.

In exasperation, her conscious ceased from working and her mind took control of the situation. But it wasn't the kind of control she expected. It was far beyond that.

This man's mouth was hungry, demanding, burning with desire… and knew how to kiss. Mimi found herself tempted by the last realization. Sure thing Michael had kissed her before, but those kisses weren't exactly as this one. She thought she liked them… until now, until this kiss.

Michael's average kisses meant nothing but personal satisfaction. This man was making her feel what Michael never achieved. His kisses enraptured her with the warm feeling of passion and lust. He was making her blood boil and her temperature rise.

He was tempting her to kiss him back…

And God! Resisting was not an option. His lips were firm but yet so soft on hers. By now, he wasn't pressing as hard as the first time. Even the grip on her back had loosened. He was expecting her to come to him… and inexplicably, she did.

Their mouths fit.

Their bodies fit.

And their tongues met.

Mimi surprised herself by not panicking. They were so close, so intimate, so into each other… that for a moment, she forgot this man was a complete stranger. It felt so right. His lips felt so right on hers. His body felt so right pressed against her, that for second, she thought they were meant to be.

A wandering hand slipped past her waist grabbing hold of her hip, cupping it and bringing it closer to his heat. The mere touch of him was enough to provoke various reactions on her body. Her breasts grew full, tight and hard pressed against the flat planes of his chest.

Caught up in the bliss of the kiss, her consciousness registered his mouth tasting as her father's iced champagne. His legs were strong, his arms protective and his lips… like heaven.

God! Michael never had this effect on her! She wanted to melt; she wanted to surrender herself in the forbidden male flesh and get lost forever in his caresses and…

His lips left hers. She opened her mouth to protest but his lips found her ear. A sudden and unexpected wave of pleasure invaded her body. She was in ecstasy. Who would've thought an ear could be such a deep source of pleasure? She could stand here all night if he'd just kiss and touch her this way. She'd rather do more than stand. She'd beg, implore-

"Yamato?" The authoritative male voice from the other room was the first warning that they were no longer alone.

She'd been too involved in what he was doing to register the sound of the library door opening.

It was he who broke off the kiss with a quiet sound of irritation. He resented the intrusion as much as she did. He pulled her into deep shadows, returning her to the corner were she'd, only moments ago, waited for Michael.

"Don't speak," he whispered into her ear. "Don't even breath."

Okay, job's done. Hope you liked it ;)
I'll try to update next chapter as soon as possible.

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