Title: The Book
Author: Sicilian Maiden
Pairing:Ayumu Narumi/ Hiyono Yuizaki
Fandom:Spiral: Suiri no Kizuna
Theme: #17—kHz (kilohertz)
Rating: PG-13 (minor language, suggestive language... it gets steamy folks!)
Disclaimer:All characters of Spiral are the property of Kyou Shirodaira; I alleged no possession of said characters. I only request to take them to over-rowdy soccer games and force them to play at gunpoint.
Summary: Really, it's not what you think!

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The muggy heat outside radiated into the tiny apartment. Though the blinds were closed, it did not save the small abode from the stifling heat. Inside, it was sweltering—nearly ninety degrees. The lack of a breeze made the sticky environment seem nearly unbearable. Even still, two people appeared to be unmoved by the high temperatures. In fact, they were quite enjoying it.

The young male shoved his female companion into the haphazardly thrown sheets. His body weight slipped over her, pushing her further into the unkempt bed. Mouths met heatedly, teeth pulled at skin, lips caressed unforgivingly.

"What am I going to do with you?" he huskily whispered into her ear before planting a frantic kiss on her jawbone. His eyes shone with a lustful gleam, his lips pulled up in a smile, and a deep sound resembling a purr erupted from his chest.

The girl below him nipped at his neck; her tongue swirling around the small patch of skin. A strap of her white camisole was slowly pulled from her smooth shoulder revealing pale, flawless flesh. His hand came and cupped her cheek in a loving gesture.

Before he could blink, his black shirt was roughly pulled from him exposing a tan, well-built chest. Brown, glazed eyes took in the man on top of her. Pleased with what she saw, she grabbed his shoulders dragging him with her and, in turn, pulling him underneath.

Her legs straddled his thin hips as her hands flew over his newly uncovered muscles. She brought her lips down to his flat stomach planting frenzied kisses wherever she could. A struggled moan slipped passed the auburn-haired male's lips. His eyes closed in ecstasy.

Lightning flashed illuminating the two silhouettes—dark clouds had form outside predicting the storm that had now arrived. Hail pounded against the windows showing the raw power it held.

Loose fitting jeans fell off a pair of slender hips and dropped to the floor with the other articles of clothing. More skin was exposed and lips immediately flew to it. Throwing the white shirt to the side, the young man began to work on the collarbone of his partner.

A soft sigh pushed between two, bruised lips. Removing the last piece of clothing, two souls joined in unison in an ancient dance. It wasn't long before—

"What are you reading?" a small voice asked from behind.

Jumping in surprise, a vibrant blush covered tan cheeks as nineteen-year-old Narumi Ayumu realized he was caught in the act. He had read somewhere that the human heart beats nearly one thousand kHz a minute. Clearly, that number had been quadrupled with the sudden interruption. The book was carelessly thrown behind his knapsack, the owner of said book bag coughing as he tried to clear his throat.

"Ne, Narumi-san, what was that?" A pair of innocent eyes watched down at the flustered teen. Two braids fell down narrow shoulders as the girl leaned slightly. It was odd to see the stoic detective so tense.

"Nothing," he spat. It wasn't her fault that he was in a bad mood. It was only three hours ago that he had a little 'chat' with Asazuki Kosuke about his supposed lack of a relationship with his partner. As the detective remembered their conversation, a heated blush spread over his face.

'What does Kousuke know anyway? It's not like he and Ryoko-san are on speaking terms. He needs to mind his own business.'Ayumu detested when others felt the need to butt into his life. He and the blonde psychopath were doing fine, thank you.

"That's alright, Narumi-san. You don't have to tell me," she replied, eyeing his disconcerted form—she knew he'd let her in on it later. Caramel-eyes scanned the shelves above the young man and she swiftly pulled a book from the others; Cooking for Dummies.

"Hmm..." She regarded the thick novel thoughtfully. Several minutes passed and still, Hiyono was reading the back blurb deciding if it was worth checking out or not. Unbeknownst to her, or maybe not, the brunette, noting the other's refusal to move, sighed as one dark brow twitched in agitation.

'Leave already.'

"Ne, what do you think?" Hiyono asked as she passed the paperback down. Ayumu took it and, not really caring, shrugged and handed it back. "Whatever."

"Okay then. I guess I'll get it." She nodded to herself yet, she hadn't left.

Another seven minutes went by and, suddenly, Ayumu stood up, grabbed the book he was reading earlier, and turned to the journalist. "You're not leaving until I tell you, are you?"

Even as she neglected to look at him, a small smile tugged at her lips. She inclined her head slightly and continued to flip through the worn pages.

"It's not what you think!" He had his integrity to think about. Really, what would happen if it got around that unassuming, little Narumi was into that kind of literature? His name as a well-known detective, Mr. Case-Cracker himself, would be ruined if it was discovered that he was caught reading... dare he say it, smutty novels.

"That's fine, Narumi-san. If those are what interested you, than who am I to say anything different." Her reply was calm, too nonchalant for the detectives tastes.

"No, it's not 'fine.' Definitely not," he shot back, sarcasm lacing his words.

"No, really," she reassured him, though he could hear the laugh that was working its way out of her, "I don't mind."

He sighed heavily and roughly pulled his hand through his hair. This wasn't going well at all. What could he say to convince her? "I swear—"

"Narumi-san, what makes you think that I disapprove? Honestly."

She was looking at him now with the most sincere look. She really didn't mind, did she? Well, it's not as if he was reading the stupid book to learn anything anyways. Who cares if Ayumu was self-conscious of his relationships or that Kousuke had made him feel unnerved when he stated that he and Ryoko had "gone all the way," with that damn smirk on his face? Why should it matter if Ayumu was scared to death (though no one saw it) of messing up his chances with the hyper journalist and had turned to dirty books to help him? He was naive and thus, he knew nothing about what boyfriends and girlfriends did (even if he pretended to be "Mr. Cool") and wouldn't ask his own sister for advice.

"I..."

"Narumi-san, it's the thought that counts, ne?" She placed the book under her arm, brought two fingers to her lips, and then lifted the digits to the young man's cheek. It wasn't an actual kiss but for the pair, it was a step in the right direction. The motion set blood rushing to Ayumu's face so, when Hiyono had gone to check out the book, the chocolate-eyed boy was still fixed in his previous position. It was when the journalist called his name that Ayumu snapped out of his daze and followed. He made a small pit-stop and made sure to have the librarian post the next due date on a sticker.

He'd definitely be looking at the book again in the near future.

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Dirty little Ayumu! Whoa... that was quite the chapter if I do say so myself. Did you guys like it? Yeah, using this theme was sort of a cop-out. I really liked this story and I wanted to use it but I couldn't find a good theme. (: I could think of other ways to use this theme so if I do find a better story that fits it better, I might upload it at the end as a little present. I have another idea and, coincidentally, it's just as steamy! XD Grazie for sticking with me. I appreciate the fact that I'm such a poopy-head when it comes to updating and I sill have loyal fans. :D (Please don't leave me... :p)

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