CHAPTER VI

You were sitting at your kitchen table studying for one of your exams when there was a hurried knock at your door. You checked your watch, it read 7:42. The only person that showed up unannounced was Gokudera but this was too early for him to be stopping by.

Besides, as much as you didn't want to, you were going to wean yourself off of him. No. Quit him cold. That was the best way to cure an addiction.

Another knock, this time it was louder and harder. It was more of a pounding when you thought about it.

Curiously, you went to the door and peered through the peephole. It was black. You frowned. You were apprehensive, you didn't want to open the door, but by now you knew the sounds of his fists pounding on your door.

You didn't want to admit it but excitement crept up inside you as you opened the door. His face caught you off guard right away. His cheeks were bright red, his eyes were narrowed and his mouth was twisted in a angry frown.

"You...," he started. "What are you doing talking to that fucking idiot?"

"Eh?" you asked in utter confusion.

He stormed inside your apartment and sat in the Paisley patterned wingback arm chair. Memories of you and him in that chair sparked a fire deep inside you.

He looked angry yet bashful, you hadn't seen him look like this before. You weren't sure if you should say anything or what to say, rather, so you just stood there. He sat there steaming, the tension becoming almost tangible in the atmosphere. Finally you made your move to sit on the sofa opposite of him. You looked at him quizzically, waiting for him to tell you what he was talking about.

Finally he said, "Why... why won't you talk to me?"

The words made your heart stop, caused your breath to hitch in your throat. His eyes flickered over to you and they looked sorrowful, then he quickly averted your gaze once again.

"Gokudera..." was all you could manage.

There was a long pause. Too long. He was fidgeting, then he stood. "Tch... what an idiot. I shouldn't have come here," he said angrily. He headed for your door but you quickly stood and blocked his way. You threw your arms around him, inhaling the sweet smell of his skin.

"Idiot...," you said with a smile.

As if I'd rather be with anyone else...

You heard his heart slow into a paced beat, calmed and relaxed, the way his heart always sounded when you were in his arms.

You heard him breathe a sigh of relief and he kissed your forehead.

You took his hand and lead him to your bedroom, the only place you had never been with him. You were going to show him just how much you wanted to be with him. You wanted to erase that look of sorrow he held in his eyes, the anger written on his face, the insecurities he held in his heart.

You stood before your bed and looked up into his eyes, the light that made them so vibrant already returning.

You smiled at him and pulled him close, kissing his soft lips. When he returned your kiss it was gentle and passionate, nothing like the insatiable Gokudera that came to you all the other times.

You held the kiss, his hands steadied on your shoulders, your hands entwined in his soft, silver locks. You moved on to your bed, pulling Gokudera with you, your lips never leaving his. You let him come in between you, wrapping your arms around his neck. You could feel the already hard bulge in his jeans as he pressed his body against yours.

Though he made you crazy with desire and you wanted to rip his clothes off here and now and have him rock you into a euphoric coma, you were going to take it slow this time. You were going to let him know that he was all you cared about.

He was following your lead, not losing control and it made you feel like he wanted to show you the same thing.

It wasn't long before the both of you had shed your clothing and he swiftly took hold of your hips and entered you.

Gokudera moved slow, penetrating deeper inside of you. He propped himself up on one arm, sliding the other underneath you, pulling you closer into him. He rocked you slowly at first, rolling his hips, pushing into you until he hilted and he would do it again and again. He kept hitting the spot that made you tick but you didn't want it to be over this fast, you wanted to keep him like this.

You put your hand up to his cheek and this time you weren't too shy to meet his gaze. You brushed the hair out of his face and moaned softly.

You watched his milky skin turn a dusty shade of rose. He turned his head to hide it and kissed the palm of your hand. This made you blush a little too and you saw him smile and then bite the corner of his lip.

You had never seen him smile.

It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

He leaned in and kissed your forehead, your nose and then your lips. Then he nuzzled into your neck and moaned softly into your ear. Electric currents snapped through your body from your toes to the fingers that clutched his beautiful hair.

You liked him like this.

You liked the sexual deviant side of him too.

But you loved him like this.

You pressed your fingers into his shoulder blades and hitched your pelvis so that he filled you completely, sending convulsions though you as you reveled in his lovemaking. He wasn't rough or quick, he wasn't cruel and made you beg, he wasn't cursing and whispering smutty euphemisms to you in Italian or any other language. The only things that left his lips were your name and his alluring raspy groans.

This time it wasn't about the quick pleasure, the need or the lust. This time it was about just you and him and how much you completed one another.

He quickened his thrusts, still pressing deep into your depths and you rolled your hips in unison until you could feel the heat of an orgasm coiling in your belly. He kept his face buried in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, breathing your name every so often into your ear, nipping at your earlobe and stealing kisses from your open mouth that moaned for him and only for him.

Before you knew it, you were sinking your fingernails into his flesh, screaming his name as you came apart, exploding in such a way that left you dazed.

He had come undone too, collapsing on top of you, panting in your ear.

Your body vibrated like it had been hit with a shock wave.

He laid down beside you, still struggling to catch his breath. He put an arm across his face, shielding his eyes.

A sudden panic pulled at your insides. Was he okay? Wasnhe going to leave? No, you told yourself. You didn't want to think that.

Gokudera used his other arm that was still underneath you to bring you closer to him, pushing your head gently down on his chest. "Sleep," he said.

"But I-"

"Shh."

You pouted. He peeked out at you underneath his arm and smiled again. His smile made your heart flutter in your ribcage, you had never seen such a beautiful expression on this normally stoic face.

"Gokudera..."

"Hm?"

"Will you...will you stay the night this time?"

There was a long, unsettling pause. Finally, he kissed your forehead and said, "Mhm."

And not long after that you fell asleep.

When you woke you were relieved to still be in his arms. You stole a glance at his sleeping face and felt your heart melt. He had such a look of content on his face, an array of silver strands spilled over his eyes gleamed in the sunlight that peaked through your bedroom curtains. You smiled to yourself and closed your eyes, your head bobbing with the soft rise and fall of his chest. Not to long after he began to stir, stretching and pulling you close. Suddenly he jerked up, causing you do the same.

"Gokudera...?"

He looked over at you with wide but tired eyes. "What time is it?"

You checked your watch. "Nine forty-seven...?"

"Shit!" He rushed out of bed and began dressing in a hurry. You watched him, puzzled. He zipped up his jeans and started to button up his shirt. He looked down at you apologetically.

"I have to go," he said quickly, grabbing his jacket and stumbling while he put on his boots. He pulled his hair back and tied it with a rubber band from around his wrist.

You were glad to wake up next to him but you didn't think he'd be leaving this early and in this much of a hurry to leave you. It left you feeling disappointed and kind of lonely.

He leaned in and kissed your forehead. "I'm sorry, I'll try to come back tonight."

You looked up at him, still confused as to why he had to rush out so early on a Saturday. "O-okay," you said.

And with that he left your bedroom and you heard the front door open and shut a second later. At least he said he would come back, you thought. This made you smile. Maybe things could work out with you and Gokudera after all. He wasn't at all what you thought he would be.