AN: Thank you to all of the wonderful people who have followed, commented, and Favorited this story! I am very grateful for your encouragement. Honestly, this story wouldn't have made it past chapter 2 without your help!

Also, I was originally going to name the characters that Ren and Kyoko decide to use for their little charade, but that quickly became quite complicated. So I apologize in advance for making you do work, I hope that you are able to identify when they are "in character" and when they are not. Good luck and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Skip Beat!

That last bite of food was looking at him and Ren looked back at it with a look mixed with unease and determination. One bite. That was all that was left. One bite was separating Tsuruga Ren from his "dessert". He would take that bite. Slowly, he reached for that final piece. Meanwhile, the actress sitting across from him was also eyeing that final bite, but in a very different way. To the inner Kyoko, that final bite meant that he had eaten an entire meal, which was good, but it also signified the beginning of the end of whatever respect he had for her, which was bad. To the character that had taken over Kyoko's body, that one little piece of meat sliding down the attractive man's throat meant that they were about to experience the fun of physics.

The character had a glint in her eye as the corners of her mouth began to slip into a dangerous smirk. Gently pushing herself off the floor, Kyoko grabbed her bag and began fishing for something. Pulling out the cd, she made her way to the stereo. When the man at the table had finally finished swallowing, Kyoko pressed the play button and the Sleeping Beauty Waltz began humming through the speakers.

"Ren-kun, come dance with me!" She said with that mischievous grin still etched on her face.

Ren's lips slowly turned into a coy grin as he pulled himself up and began crossing to the other side of the room that would serve as a dance floor. Under normal circumstances, Ren would have insisted on helping with the dishes, but it seemed that neither of the characters present had any interest outside of the game they were currently playing. If only they knew just how dangerous this game was.

When he finally reached Kyoko, Ren swiftly placed one hand in hers and the other on the small of her back as he gracefully fell into rhythm with the music.

Kyoko was there. She was right there in his arms, try as he might, Ren simply couldn't help himself. Hesitantly, his hand began to take notice of the young woman's back. Fortunately for him, no skin was exposed, or he really would have lost all restraint, but then again, would it be all that bad if he did let loose a little bit. Kyoko was there and being very forward. It was like she was asking for it. But why? What does she really want?! Ren pondered in the recesses of his mind, however he did not dwell on it too long. He would enjoy every minute of this night for as long and far as she would allow.

Kyoko inwardly cringed, on the other hand, as she felt Ren's hand caressing her back. This was torture for her poor heart. It was not that she didn't want him holding her, the fact was that she couldn't want it. She didn't deserve him. There was no way that the plain and boring Kyoko could make Ren happy, but tonight… He was there, and even if it was only acting, he was holding her. No. Once again, Kyoko breathed in and out, attempting to strengthen her resolve. She would not give in to the temptation. She would not fling herself at the stupid playboy. She was no longer that foolish love-sick girl. Sure Kyoko was in… love, but she was smart now and would play the playboy for all he was worth. Kyoko's character had a heart of stone and played with men, rather than let men play with her. Softly beginning to hum to the music, Kyoko nuzzled into the arms of the tall actor that was holding her, and began to… rub?!

Ren knew something was coming the moment he heard her inhale. This is bad. Ren thought as he began preparing himself for the worst. Then she started to hum. This is REALLY bad. Ren gulped. Then she started to… to… Ren snapped. This was surely too much. The position of Ren's hands shifted, feeling for the hem of Kyoko's shirt. His head lowered, his lips tingling at the thought of tasting her exposed neck. He slowly began leading her to the couch, when it stopped.

The music stopped. The rubbing stopped and Kyoko pulled back. Unable to completely escape his clutches, she pushed off a little more with her arms to get just a little more space. She looked up at him and with a cute pout and a twinkle in her eye. Then she asked the one question Ren thought for sure he would never hear from the lips of the ever pure and modest Mogami Kyoko.

"Ren-kun, what's the best way to get a man's shirt off?"

Oh snap! Ren, what did you get yourself into? Comments, criticisms, cookies...the usual.