A storm of cherry blossoms

by Emmache20

Aika awoke with a start from her nightmare. She was having it every night since that accident 6 months ago... Aika is a 17 year old girl, who had been an idol up until a tragic accident which happened 6 months ago, and in which she lost her best friend... and her voice. A cute love story between her and Ai in her fight to gain her voice back... Will she find the meaning of love?

12. Goodbye dead readers!

Chapter 12 –

Ai closed the gap between us in less than a second and crashed his lips against mine. His arms wound themselves around me and he pulled me into a magnificent hug. I pulled my lips gently away, but he bit gently into my lower lip so I couldn't escape this time. Then he slowly and passionately kissed me, keeping me in his embrace. He was warm, and I melted into his arms and kissed him back.

I stood on my tiptoes and put my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Our kiss felt magical, like butterflies fluttering onto my lips. When he finally pulled away (for air, otherwise we would have just continued). I layed my head on his shoulder, smelling his scent, his beautiful, gentle odor, and Ai started nibbling my ear. I giggled for the first time in months. "It tickles!"

Ai grinned. "What?" I asked. "You have the cutest laugh, Aika. I was really starting to wonder when I'd hear that sound coming from your mouth."

I blushed bright crimson. I started sniffing and tears swelled up again. "I'm sorry for having been such a b*tch to you, Ai. I never should have run away from you like tha-"

Ai kissed me again, pulling me out of my monologue. "This is probably the only time you're going to hear me say this, but can you please stop talking so we can kiss now?" He asked, between kisses.

I nodded and intertwined my fingers through his cyan hair. He placed his hands on my hips, bringing me closer. We stared at each other in the eyes for a couple of moments before I playfully nibbled his lower lip. He grinned at me like a little kid who had just won a goldfish at a fair. I pushed his hair out of his eyes and he passionately kissed me again, harder this time.

I opened my mouth and our tongues intertwined. I moaned slightly at the relish of kissing my love. My true love. A.I.

I do not own any of the characters, or the bands in Uta No Prince-Sama, but the protagonist (and her -dead- best friend) of this story is my own creation. Please do not steal them without authorization (just ask). Thanks dudes. :) Peace

Sorry dudes – because of my lack of experience, I couldn't write much more; that's why this chapter – the last one – is so short… Sorry 'bout that. Peace! :)