I hate you because I love you so much.
Ryuuji was insatiable, and Taiga knew it. It was there, at the back of her mind, a half-formed observation that made itself more solid before dinner and during commercials.
The road to understanding came slow for her...but at least it came. It had finally hit her when Ami had caught them once, at lunch break, at school. The period after that, staring at the back of his head, her jaw had dropped in understanding.
Ryuuji was...addicted.
So she read up…on addiction in general. There wasn't much else she had the courage to look at, and asking Ami was out of the question.
Cold turkey was out of the question, she decided, blushing furiously as she admitted it…so she tried to wean him.
But after just a week, she gave up.
It wasn't that she couldn't get him to stop – it was because she could, every time, and all it took was a single word – "Stop."
But his hands would shake as they withdrew from her clothes. His lips would dive in for just one more taste, and his throat would convulse as he struggled to swallow his arousal. And then he would pull away, look anywhere; anywhere else. Even breathing was a struggle because the immediate area was filled with her scent.
It was hopeless. She would breathe a silent sigh; pull him lower for a kiss to signify they could continue.
It was hopeless; she would cave in every time.
She was addicted to him too.