Strings Attached

by

dancingfingers

Disclaimer: I don't, under any circumstances, own Skip Beat! and its characters.

AN: This is a beta version. All (beta) credits goes to Roshelle Diall.

Chapter 5

Five years ago

October 13, 2008

He pulled her body close to his possessively. The woman let out a soft giggle as she leaned against his side. When the elevator doors opened, he dragged her gently inside, while his lips searched for her soft, luscious ones. He pinned her to the cold wall and kissed her passionately, hiding themselves behind the closed doors. She responded by snaking her hands to his blonde locks and tugged at them gently, demanding him to pour all his desire into her and only her. Her lips parted slightly and he licked them back and forth, teasing her. She groaned in protest and stuck out her tongue at him, inviting him to taste her honey-sweet mouth. Butterflies flapped in his stomach excitedly as they tasted each other, whispering their needs to fulfill their desire, their lust.

As soon as the doors opened to his floor, he picked her up bridal style and kissed her again. God, how he loved to taste those lips? How he missed her sweet and passionate kisses. How every single touch from her left his skin burning in desire. He couldn't wait to throw her on his bed and make love to her.

He fumbled with his key card and he could feel the smirk on her lips. Moving to kiss her again, he groaned in protest as she pulled away but soon he sucked in his breath sharply when she moved her lips to his jaw, licking it. He'd almost lost his self-control.

Once the key clicked, he pulled his door open and stepped inside. He impatiently threw his shoes after kicking it closed and – still carrying her in his arms – he took fast steps to his bedroom. She chuckled mockingly at him as she continued to attack his neck with her wet tongue.

"Stop," he said breathlessly. His jeans felt so tight and beads of sweat started to form all over his body. "Let me – "

His knees gave out as she sucked the skin between his neck and his shoulder. She pressed her body to his, and he almost lost it completely when he felt her tender breast pressed to his and her teasing hand rubbing his manhood from outside.

"Stop what?" Her hand rubbed him up and down as she smiled seductively at his flustered face. "Let you what?" She buried her lips again on his collarbone and kissed it.

She yelped in surprise as he laid her down roughly on the soft white carpet in his bedroom. His eyes darkened as he ripped open her dress and stared at her smooth and creamy skin.

"Oh..." she murmured, her eyelids were heavy and he saw her breast raise and fall as she breathed harshly.

He leaned down and claimed her right breast, while his left hand unclasped her bra expertly. Her full breasts bounced teasingly at him, and he groped one hard, making her moan in pleasure. He bit her nipple gently and played with it, going back and forth from her right to left breast.

"Kuon..."

He only grunted in response. He trailed butterfly kisses down to her flat stomach and licked her navel. She swayed her hips and shuddered. This was too much for her and she needed him now! She tried to pull him but Kuon merely stared at her with his darkened green eyes in lust, and kept attacking her until –

"Kuon! Please!" she yelled as he ripped open her panties and licked her.

Her entire body shivered in pleasure and she couldn't stop the loud moan that emitted from her lips. His warm breath filled her and she waved her arms desperately. Her eyes shut tightly as a wave of desire brought her to the land of pleasure. She screamed his name, which made him excited.

He licked the last drop of her juice and smirked. "We'll stop here?"

She tried to glare at him but failed. "Just... you're an evil bastard, Kuon

His smirk grew wider as he whispered in her ear. "The bastard you want to fuck with."

She sighed as she tried to calm her breathing. "Shut up."

He laughed heartily at her annoyed face. She was always easy to rile up, and seeing her flustered and aroused expression on her naturally innocent face made her more just wanted to lock her here and they could spend all day together, ignoring the world around them.

He got up and pulled her to stand. Her legs were wobbly and she almost stumbled but Kuon put his arm around her shoulders. He set her down gently, almost lovingly and as he stared at her hazy eyes, he once again helplessly drowned in them. Unbeknownst to him, she began to unbutton his shirt and brushed her palm across his muscular chest and broad shoulders as she took off his shirt. Her trembling fingers unbuckled his belt and she swiftly unzipped his pants. She watched in amusement of the sight before her: he was waiting to be one with her.

She tugged at the tip of his boxer and pulled it off. She licked her lips and leaned forward, licking the tip of him. Kuon snapped out of his trance and groaned. A wave of pleasure filled his senses and he almost lost himself inside her expert mouth. He grabbed her head and laid her down.

"Kuon.."

"Ssshh."

"But – "

He entered her in one swift motion. She screamed as she felt him fully inside. He moved his hips ryhthmically, synchronized with his heartbeat. He leaned to her neck and sucked the exposed flesh there, leaving a red love bite on it. His woman was moving synchronically with him and they climbed to the peak of the mountain together, whispering each other's name desperately, and immersed themselves into the sweetest sea.

"Ah! Kuon!"

She twitched, and he felt warm liquid washed over his. He shivered, but kept going on top of her limp body. Seconds later, he screamed her name and filled her with his seed.

She gasped. "Ku – "

He silenced her with his kiss and her earlier thought was forgotten. He pulled away and rolled over to his side, arms snaking around her slim waist and pulled her to his body. Still breathing irregularly, he murmured to her. "Sleep tight, Kyoko..." Exhaustion from the long trip earlier added with their lovemaking struck him. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

January 27, 2013

Kuon opened his eyes slowly. Sunlight streamed through his window, unblocked by the opened green curtain. He stared lazily at the clock on his nightstand and sighed. He had one interview with Adonis, one of the top men's magazine, and a photo shoot for RMandy afterwards til dusk, and lastly, shooting for an energy drink commercial. He closed his eyes again, trying to shake off his haunting dreams of him and Kyoko five years ago, when they spent the night here on his bed.

He placed an arm to his side and frowned at the coldness that greeted his bare skin.

Before, it was always warm. Before, it was always occupied by someone that looked like an angel to him. Before, it was always the sight of her soft curves hidden beneath his blanket. Before, it was always her body pressed against his chest. Before, it was always her kiss that left him in a great mood throughout the day, not his 'girlfriend' he was dating at that time. It was always her, Mogami Kyoko, that claimed her place beside him on this very bed.

He clenched his knuckles tightly.

He had made a big mistake, hadn't he? He had let her slip away from him, flying to another place where he couldn't see her. He had ignored the heavy feelings he felt every time he went on dates with his 'girlfriend', leaving her behind. Still, she would always be there, waiting for him with a big smile on her face when he got home. He had missed how her golden eyes, usually so bright and full of life, had a hint of sadness in them.. It was as if the old her was back – a wounded, sad, and lonely little girl under the cold facade she put on her face.

He gritted his teeth.

There was one time when he stood near the window and looked out to the city, and she sat on the couch, reading a book – a light romance novel. He told her about his 'girlfriend' and she dropped comments and questions about the girl. He waved the odd feeling that formed in his chest off, and kept talking about how wonderful the girl was, and – he grimaced – he asked about her opinion about it. The odd feeling increased as he heard her answer.

"If you're happy, then I will be happy too. I know that you will be a loyal boyfriend for her."

He recalled how she ended her opinion with smile. He could clearly see the bitterness there, but she quickly composed herself and gave him her usual soft and understanding smile, before she went back to reading her novel quietly.

He wanted to bang his thick-head hard on the wall.

He knew now what that odd feeling was. It was his frustration. His desperation. His hidden desire towards her. He had wanted her to shout at him, for being the jerk that he was. He had wanted her to stop him, to chase after his girlfriend and come back to his arms. He had wanted her to cry, to cry for her undying love for him and make him realize that she was the best for him and him alone.

He chuckled sadly.

"She never loved me," he thought out loud. "Those nights... only lust. No love." He felt his lungs constrict as he remembered that they had a deal to have that relationship without any feelings involved. He just wanted to keep in touch with her at that time, under the weak reason of 'keeping my friend close'. She was reluctant at first, saying that a friend shouldn't have this kind of relationship... But when he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply, she put up no argument and the agreement was made. She said that as long as there were no feelings involved and they kept it as a secret from everyone, that was fine with her. It made him upset inwardly, as he watched how she said it nonchalantly – and Kuon wondered how many times she dealt with this kind of thing before.

He raised his arm to cover his eyes from the glaring sunlight.

"How stupid you were, Kuon. Of course she is an expert in this. Don't you remember how she left you 6 years ago?"

Kuon lifted his arms and glared at the white ceiling. Slowly, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Then," he mused, "Why did she have that sad look in her eyes? She didn't love me... right?"

No one answered.

Kyoko was signing some documents when Sho showed up in her doorway. He lazily looked at his nails and called her. "Yo, Kyoko."

She sighed exasperatedly. "What, Sho?"

"I've decided we'll be moving to our main branch here in Jakarta."

She bolted up from her seat. "WHAT? WHY? How about Sachie? We can't just move her into a new school, YOU BAKA!"

He stood at his full height and looked down at her. "How dare you to talk to your boss like that?"

He ignored the death glare from her and continued, "We will have some important guests here and – QUIET!" She shut her mouth automatically. "And this is a big chance for my hotel – "

Kyoko snorted. "This," she waved her arms around her, "Is what belonged to your parents, Sho. Geez, get real!"

He pierced her with his cold azure eyes. "Shut up, I will inherit it someday."

She sighed. This annoying, self-centered, narcissistic jerk! Such an immature brat! How could Aria, her sweet dear friend befriend him – and worse, datehim for months? And how the hell had she ended up working for this idiot? 'Oh right, because I'm indebted on him.'

"When?" Kyoko asked once she regained her composure.

"The day after tomorrow."

Her jaw dropped on the floor. "What?"

"You heard me," he snapped. "And it's just for a short time. Don't whine like a little kid, baka." With that said, he turned around and left her, still gaping at the his place earlier.

She looked at the calendar and smiled. So close... so close... She had looked for her for years. That idiot dared to hide behind those people! She had to get to her fast and make sure that little slut got payback. No, more importantly... that her friends would ask for her service. She could picture how much money she'd get if that little bitch worked for her again. She let out an evil smirk as she looked at an old photo where a certain golden-eyed girl stared blankly at the camera.

"A whore will always be a whore... Kyoko."