Dedication: Yuki Niwa – Took me a while, but I finally got to it! Here is your story. You provided me with an OOC situation, so the characters are a tad OOC. I hope this is what you wanted! Enjoy!

Content Rating: M

DISCLAIMER: Skip Beat! and it's characters are not my original creation, they are owned and created by Nakamura Yoshiki.

Daydream

"Miss…. May I please have a refill of coffee?"

"Sure, be right back!" She turned on her heel and floated off.

She moves so gracefully… like a little soft cloud. Ren couldn't help but smile.

"What? …. WHAT?"

Ren just shook his head at his manager. "It's nothing."

"A-a-alright. Back to the casting call for Thursday then. Hey! Are you listening?"

Ren hadn't been listening. His eyes followed the delicately soft cloud around the room as she flitted from table to table, her kimono making gentle swish sounds as her legs extended and retracted with each tiny step.

She hadn't been fazed by him, and that drew him to her. He couldn't stop watching her nor help but wonder if she even knew who he was. Hard thing to imagine or even grasp when you were THAT famous, and someone didn't have a clue who you were.

Then again, Kyoto was not known as a celebrity hot-spot. It was only natural she would never actually expect to meet an actor of his renown in such a place. Surely though, surely she would at least know his face and looks? Maybe not. He had yet to find a single television in this ryokan.

"Here you are sir! A fresh cup of coffee! Can I get you something more to eat? Surely toast isn't enough? I'll bring you some miso and rice." She turned to walk off, but Ren caught the edge of her obi, stopping her before it could be pulled undone.

"Sir?"

"Tell me… what do you do for entertainment around here miss……?"

"Mogami. Mogami Kyoko."

"What do you do for entertainment around here then Miss Mogami Kyoko?"

"Hrm… Well, I guess, when I'm not working, daydreaming?" She gently tugged her obi out of his hand and floated to the next table.

Before she could get away, Ren darted his arm out and caught her obi again, stopping her from moving.

He partially stood up behind her so his mouth stopped behind her ear. "When you get off of shift, please attend me in the Azure suite."

She blushed as he dropped his arm and dropped back into his seat. He had never finished a meal so quickly as then and made his break from the table and his manager as quickly as possible.

She was shy, but he just KNEW she could not refuse his invitation, and so the muted knock came as no surprise not even an hour after he had extended his invitation.

"Mogami-san?" He called as he unlatched the door.

"H-hai."

He looked down at her as her cheeks flushed and she studied her toes peaking out from below her kimono.

Ren smiled. She was so sweet. Sweet, and cute, and little, and soft. Well… she looked soft anyway. Ren extended his hand to gently caress her hair as he moved to the side to allow her to pass into the room as he gently slid the door shut behind her.

"You requested assistance Tsuruga-sama?"

"Mm. Yes, I did. Please, make yourself comfortable, and I'll explain my request."

She entered the main room and sat down formally as if about to perform a tea ceremony.

He stared at her from the door way. How was it that Japanese women could be so fully clothed, but be so seductive with just a tiny slip of their neck showing as the kimono dipped low below her hair – and her hair WAS soft as he had imagined.

That soft silk melted into her soft skin at her neck and ducked below her soft hair as it clung loosely in delicate folds and held by a beautiful dragonfly comb.

Ren slid a foot in front of the other and was soon directly behind Kyoko. She had not heard him move, and was surprised when her hair began to fall. As she reached up to catch the tumbling mass, she caught Ren's hand instead. In his hand was the embellished dragonfly comb.

"Tsuruga-sama? My comb…"

"My Pro…" he had to clear his throat to start again. "My problem lies, that I can't get you out of my mind." He leaned down to her level and laid his cheek against hers, inhaling deeply.

The scent of midnight jasmine and the faint sweetness of her sweat filled his nostrils as he breathed her in.

She froze against his form as he moved to embrace her.

He felt her unease and whispered in her ear.

"Shhh… Help me… please… help me… I need you. Oh god, but it has to be you…"

To feel needed… his words touched her and she could not refute his requested.

She was trembling slightly, but she reached her hand and slid it around his waist to his back as he pulled her close and laid that first kiss against her neck. He kissed the sweet spot where her neck met her collarbone. The sweet spot where her jaw met her ear. The sweet spot at the corner of her mouth where her lips met.

Then he tasted the sweetness of her lips, his tongue gently gliding over her slightly dry lips. A quiet whimper escaped her lips, and he knew she would not deny him. He kissed her lips then, pressing his lips firmly over hers. She moaned a little more then, and he could not help but think it was cute. Everything about her was cute. The size of her tiny hands as they slid their way up his back and tangled in his hair, her tiny waist as he moved to pull her close, and even her tiny breasts as he slowly pushed open her kimono.

She had perfect little rosebud nipples that stood cutely erect though he hadn't even touched her yet. So luscious, he could not resist, and he laid her back so he could reach her chest with his mouth. She seemed nervous as he gently lowered her, but she did not resist.

He pushed the kimono the remainder off of her shoulders and down to the floor, exposing her upper body as she remained tied into her kimono at her waist. She was turning into a toy of which he was becoming too hard to resist much longer.

He let her know his wishes as he pressed his body down on top of hers. He was too tall for her, but her thigh could clearly feel his desires. He moved so she could easily feel him, but she retracted her hand, uncertain.

Ren grasped her hand lightly, undid his slacks, and slowly guided her from his chest, down his waist, and to grasp the shaft he already had firmly waiting.

She would need instruction he realized and leaned down to kiss her now moist lips as he guided her hand over the length of him.

"You feel that?" he whispered "Your hands are so soft… Yeah… move just like that…." He kissed her ear then sucked her earlobe in and nibbled on the delicate flesh, shuddering against her hand.

His desire built as his mouth moved to her neck and his hand released hers and moved to her warm skin. She twitched a little as his hand passed over her belly, hitting a ticklish spot, but he covered her mouth with his as she spread her lips to laugh.

Her soft hands slid over his delicate skin evenly and rhythmically. Maybe she hadn't done this before, but she was a quick study. It was no long before Ren found himself twitching, trying to control himself too soon. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, and he knew he would not last long, but damn, it felt good.

"Tsuruga-sama…. Tsuruga-sama…." She called his name gently as he kneaded her flesh and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

Her voice was so sweet, like honey to his ears.

"Tsuruga-sama… the miso and rice? I need to set them down please." She spoke softly and looked at him a little funny.

Ren looked up from the table where his hands had been gently kneading the edge of the table. He realized the waitress was back with the food she insisted he eat, and he looked down at his place and realized he was stiff through his slacks and blushed a delicate pink as he scooted himself upright in his chair and moved his arms for her to set down the meal.

His manager just watched him, a curious expression on his face.

Mogami-Kyoko set down a bowl of miso soup and rice in front of each of the guests then turned to leave.

Before she could get away, Ren darted his arm out and caught her obi, stopping her from moving.

"Tsuruga-sama?" she looked down at his extended arm.

"M-Mogami-san… When you get off of shift, would you please attend me in the Azure suite?"

She looked down at him and nodded. "Certainly. What tea do you prefer Tsruga-sama?"

"Anything is fine."