Sunako smiled as she climbed the last set of stairs and Kyouhei followed closely behind: I hope there's only one bedroom up there.
He sighed at the sight of three doors.
Sunako walked to the furthest door: "This is my room," then she pointed at the one next to it: "That one's yours."
He nodded before stepping inside. The room was fairly large with a king sized bed sitting in the center of it. A desk and two night-stands accented his room. The walls were dark blue; the bed was white and black. A bathroom sat on the right. He opened his closet door. It was huge. But, strangely enough, another door was at the end of his long walk in closet. Curious, he opened it.
His eyebrow inched upwards as Sunako and a black/purple room filled his vision.
"Sunako?"
She turned around and winked. Her suggestive gesture made his hope meter explode. He shut the door and walked in entirely. Seconds passed and his arms were somehow wrapped around Sunako possessively. Sunako's arms clutched at his back. Neither of them were surprised that this was happening only minutes after arriving in Hokkaido.
He laughed, "We've always been so touchy," he whispered into her ear. Even in high school, he would often sneak a hug or a kiss on the cheek (neither gesture seemed to be serious enough to make him think twice about it). His smile faded, "But we've never…"
He wanted to say it, but he didn't want to lose this feeling; the feeling of being embraced lovingly by her. His horror-loving Sunako. His.
We've never made a commitment. I don't even know if you love me.
She moved her head until her intense eyes pierced his own: "That's because I was scared and insecure."
Her words startled him: "What are you saying?"
She sighed: "I'm saying that it took me eighteen years to figure out that you're not an angel and I'm not a demon. We'rehuman and made for each other-"
His lips were already clinging to hers desperately by the time she had finished her strange and Sunako-like confession. He couldn't take it. He had needed to hear her say that long ago. But, he wouldn't regret anything. Because now, she was ready. They would never part again no matter what.
His arms clutched her body. He couldn't believe that their first mutual and love-filled kiss was interrupted by his pathetic sobbing.
But he wasn't embarrassed because she was crying pretty hard herself; trying to comfort him as she rubbed his back. His tears were soaking her shirt, his face burying itself in between her neck and her shoulder. Her tears ran down her face and he felt some of them drip onto the back of his head.
"I'm sorry for always hurting you, Kyouhei. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
He lifted his head, trying to calm down and console the one he loved the most: "Sunako, only your rejection could ever truly hurt me," he reassured, his hands now holding and caressing both of her cheeks. He smiled, "And this is far from rejection."
She smirked before kissing him. Her kisses were slow and sensuous. She pulled lightly on the collar of his shirt, bunching it up with her fist. She teased by moving forward and then back a little at least three times until their mouths met once again and their kissing continued.
That issosexy.
He grabbed her waist with both of his hands and pulled her closer gently. Sunako bit his bottom lip gently and pulled back; he in turn bit her upper lip and used his tongue as a hook to grab it, avoiding a painful experience by biting her top lip too hard.
She liked that, a lot.
She pulled back, her face much redder than earlier. She fanned her face: "You're the god of kissing," she complimented.
He smirked, pulling her body closer to his: "I can also be the god of other things…"
She blushed fiercely before punching him in the stomach. He fell onto his back. She laid on top of him as he pouted: "We won't be doing that any time soon, especially with our friend's kids downstairs." She explained, running a thumb over his cheek lovingly.
He kissed her again: "That's evil, Sunako." She rolled her eyes: "But that evil part of you has always made you sexier."
She hit his arm playfully before getting up slowly. He got up, too: "It's fine that you want to wait, Nakahara. It just means that we'll be getting married faster."
She laughed.
"But we still get to make-out, right?"
"…Sunako?"