Hey everyone. So, I lied. I was going to write but then I played League. XD
Then when I went back to write, I started watching a youtuber play SAO:Hollow Fragment, fully jealous that they could. But, I am writing today, so there's that.
Thanks for all the reviews and please, keep critiquing. :D
Supershayming- thanks. I'm trying to make it flow. And I don't like to keep the people waiting, which is hypocritical because people are waiting for my other story -_-
Anyway, the show must go on.
I found myself standing at Kirito's door. Just, standing there. I should knock. I need to knock. Why can't I lift my hand though? So I continued to stand there, staring. "Kirito-kun,,," I sighed softly.
Apparantly, that's all I needed to do, as the door burst open with a Kirito looking down the hall, thinking I had left. Turning back to me, he opened his mouth to speak but I raised my hand, cutting him off. "How did you know my size?" I heard myself ask. Really? That's your first question? Let me guess, next you'll ask if he liked you naked.
Not expecting that, he put his hand behind his head, suddenly shy, God he was cute when he did that. "Well, um, when you hugged me. I, noticed things. I swear I didn't mean to! It's just instinct." He raised his other hand at me to defend himself. I wasn't mad; he Would have taught himself to be observant.
"Did you see?" My next question, might as well get it out there. If he says no then I'll have to trust him, as much as I may doubt it. If he says yes,,, well we shall see.
Sheepish again, he muttered a, "kind of…" Kind of? Kind of means yes. I know what it means. You asked. I didn't ask you! There's no one here but me. Oh shut up.
Now my turn to be wary of my words, I stared at the floor, unwilling to look at his face. "What… did… did you think?" Predictable. I have to know! Sure you do.
"Uh, I, uh…" Well that caught him off guard. "Well I hadn't really considered it, plus it was only for a second. Also I was focused on trying to make it right and find the right words for that note. Then I had to consider the fact that you'd want to never see me again and well that hurt to think about…" His factual ramblings brought back the memory of his explaining whether he liked my kiss or not. Waiting patiently, I knew his real answer would eventually spill out. First there was something about crying then age and how he felt bad and 'did I like the attire? He could get more' and 'was that too weird? I could just throw it all away' and then the word "beautiful" slipped out of his lips, his voice dying down after that.
Be… BE… BEAUTIFUL?! No way I heard that right. "Come again for dragon-tamer?"
"You,,, well you looked beautiful," he said, meeting my gaze, unsure of what else to do.
To be fair, I had endured a lot of stress so early in the morning. Plus my night was even more hectic and tense. So, what I did next I can't be completely blamed for.
I looked up at his face, his eyes searching mine for some sort of reaction. What he didn't see coming, was my hand, full force, slapping him across the face. Then, as he recoiled, I launched myself in to his arms, wrapping my lags around his waist, kissing him with as much might as the slap had behind it.
Of course, he caught me easily, though stumbling back a few feet in to his room, his strength having to be far higher than mine. Kissing back, he ran a hand through my hair, and his other held under my thigh, holding me up and on him.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, I whispered in his ear fiercely, "don't you dare leave me like that again! Do you know how much worry that caused me?! I thought you weren't coming back…" I felt myself crying softly. This was becoming a bad habit to get in.
My tears stopped abruptly at his reply, "Silica-chan, we're not alone…"
Blinking quickly, I got off of him and scanned the room, finding a man with dark hair and a hood tied up, resting on the bed, gagged and wide-eyed.
Walking over to him calmly, I pursed my lips, lifted my leg, and kicked him, throwing him off the bed. "You just ruined something private! Again!" It had really been a rough day for me.
Becoming huffy, I walked out the door, first grabbing the sleeve of the wide-eyed lover boy first. Dragging him along, I heard protests and my name being used in a confused manner. Obviously, he could easily get out of my grip, but he followed me to my room, then when I shoved him onto my bed and began to assault him with my lips, climbing on his lap and resting my thighs on his in a straddle, towering over him.
Still stunned, I felt the only thing on his body moving was his lips, the rest stiff and confused of what to do.
Pulling him closer, both of my hands digging in his hair and forcing his face up to kiss mine, his chin pushed in to the top of my chest, I pressed my tongue against his lips, trying to send him a message. Just don't question it and kiss me. Please.
Gratefully, I felt him get the message, wrapping his arms around my back, hands sliding up my shirt and caressing my skin. Mmm, his fingers were soft. Wait,,, oh, right. I never put any pants on… crap.
Letting it slide as long as he didn't do anything concerning my state, I continued to kiss him hard. I trekked my tongue into his mouth, established dominance, and swirled around his. I was doing what I wanted and he was going to have to suck it. Well, not like… oh forget it. I'm not self-arguing right now.
Similar to last night, except skin on skin, I felt his fingers trail down my back slowly. Stopping the kiss, I had to pull back and lean my head back, sighing hard as I shivered with his touch. Holding his head tight, I felt his lips latch on to my neck and suck lightly, sending a new wave of feeling through me.
Breathing ragged, I pulled harder at his hair, doubting but still worrying if I was hurting him.
Slowly, he switched sides of my neck and kissed there, adding a few swipes of his tongue, and then sucked. Lowering my head to rest on his soft locks, I simply sat there, lost in feeling.
Kissing up my shoulder, biting it lightly, he returned to my face and kissed me softly. Opening my eyes, I saw his pierce mine as he breathed out an, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."
Smiling at him, I mouthed an, "it's okay." And hugged him close, breathing deeply and happy.
Wearing more appropriate attire, Kirito and I sat at the table, eating the delicious cheesecake and drinking a cup each of the Spiced Wine. Moments ago, I had realized the large pile of night garments and underwear lying about, and kicked Kirito out the door long enough to move them all to my inventory. I know he bought them but if I ended up wearing them, it would be a little weird.
Laughing as he came back in, he sat down at the table and opened the platter. As his hand touched the lid, I promptly stabbed his hand with a fork, earning a loud "Ow" from him.
"Mine," I taunted. "You may have one, but it's still my gift for you destroying my clothes and running off." I laughed softly, enjoying the challenging look he gave me.
As we ate, I perused through my menu, not allowing him to see me moving certain, more audacious pieces of clothing, in to a special 'Kirito-kun' storage. "So, custom made eh?"
His face turned red and I swear steam was coming out of his ears as he stopped moving and stared straight ahead. I could just picture him going in to a player owned store, stumbling up to the merchant, and whispering, "I need all the girls' underwear you have in size 1." The shock on their face must have been priceless. Cracking up, he looked at me, a hint of scorn on his face at my joke.
"Yea, well, I have a shop owner friend." Ooh, this could be fun.
"Please Kirito-kun, tell me the thrilling tale of the shopping swordsman," I asked giving deep and obviously teasing puppy eyes.
Sighing and burying his face in one hand, he relived what was probably the best story I had heard in Aincrad.
"I have a friend, Agil, who sells just about everything, weapons, crystals, pelts, food, and clothing. After I thought the store was empty, I pulled him close and told him I needed,,, various female undergarments. He looked at me like I was insane, and in such a size and large quantity."
"Hey! What's wrong with my size?!" I pouted defensively.
"Nothing! You're perfect!" Aww… He thinks I'm perfect… Silly boy. Raising an eyebrow to him, I lowered my head to hide my crimson cheeks and cloud 9 smile.
"Anyway,,," he continued, "that was when another person came from the back room. Of all days, Klein had to be there. Ug."
"Klein?" What's wrong with that? He'd already be going through the struggle, what one more person?
"Where to begin. He's a crazy dude in his 20's who's sole purpose in life is to find a girlfriend. He immediately, jumped on me and asked way too many questions, way too fast about why I needed, as he put so delicately, 'copious amounts of pretty girl's bras and panties.'"
I burst out in laughter at his obvious discomfort and the fact that he actually said those words. I choked out a, "go on," and giggled quietly.
"Well, he said he insisted on meeting 'the crazy chick who stole the solo's heart and underwear.' So, yea. That'll be coming. You've been warned."
"Wow Kirito,,, I can't believe you went through," now was his turn to hold his hand up, interrupting my thoughts.
"I'm not done. As Agil struggled to contact several clothing specific merchants with 'Kirito's lingerie dilemma,' I heard another voice approach behind me. Of course this one would be someone I whom I didn't even know where I stood with. Damn you Asuna."
My ears perked up at that name. Asuna!? There wasn't a soul in Aincrad that hadn't heard about the legendary Asuna the Flash. Her power was supposed to be rivaled by her beauty. Kirito's on speaking terms with Asuna…? My heart ached over this. If she had him in her sights, there was no way I stood a chance.
For once not noticing my discomfort, Kirito continued, lost in his memory, "So I greeted her and we talked about nothing really. I was trying to hurry it up but she didn't seem to want to leave just yet, trying to figure out why I was at the stupid shop." Kirito shook his head at this. "Then, to make matters oh so much more pleasant, Agil decided I need to inspect my merchandise before I left. So, to my shock, as well as Asuna's, though to Klein's upmost enjoyment," he muttered the last part, "I turned around to find a mountain of,,, undergarments, towering the counter next to me."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Poor Kirito-kun." I coughed between my joyous exhalations.
"Wait for it. As I stood there, gawking, Asuna-san grabbed a simple pink pair and inspected it. I swear I heard "not my size," with disappointment, but I think I'm going crazy."
Pink…That took a moment to register, though her disappointment was obvious. She likes Kirito-kun. How can she not? But I wonder how they know each other...
Slowly, I pulled my shirts shoulder down, revealing a light pink strap, "it wasn't this pair by any chance… was it?"
He didn't have to answer, it was plain that these were the ones that she had been perusing so closely. I'll have to make a mental note to burn this specific pair later.
"Anyway…" There's more?! "So, Asuna-san, realizing she was touching someone else's intended underwear, through them at me, catching me in the face." His face was pressed against… Okay, maybe not to be burned, but I'll save them for the future. "Which I stumbled back from, hitting the counter, and consequently being buried by a mountain of… well… you get the picture."
"…" I stared at him. He didn't really… His face showed nothing but embarrassment. "… AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA"
He sat there, looking sour with his cup close to his face, cheesecake already gone. "The thing's I'd do for…" he trailed off, irritated.
So Silica takes what she wants. That wasn't supposed to happen, not in the slightest -_-, but neither was 75% of this story. I meant to keep it more chaste and whatnot. This kinda just happened. So yea. Sorry. Maybe I'll write a chapter 7 alternative. Depends on if you guys request it instead of this chapter.
But yea, hope that was good for you. I thought it was funny.
If anyone caught the How I Met Your Mother reference, yay.