Chapter 5:
Is it official?
It had been a few days since their date and Kirito had arranged to meet Asuna in the local café. They sold good food and it was relatively quiet, so he thought it would be the perfect spot. Asuna walked in and smiled warmly at Kirito as she met his eyes. He looked her up and down and admired the beauty of his, well, his Asuna. She was wearing her normal outfit, but she just looked stunning in it. The way her clothes clung to her figure, and the plaits in her hair. How her eyes sparkled like she was alive, when so many had fallen prey to the effects of being trapped within the game. She sat and he pushed a drink towards her.
"How are you?" Kirito asked, reaching for her hand, she placed hers in his and squeezed. The heat that escaped from her was blazing, she warmed his heart and made him feel like nothing in the world mattered. She blushed and nodded her head slightly.
"I'm good, missed you though." She bit her lip and looked at Kirito with her head slightly bowed. Kirito was taken aback by how armoured he was with her, if he wasn't more self-controlled then he would have ravaged her there and then. She looked like she was on the verge of asking a question.
"What are, well, we…?" Asuna asked, she pulled her hand away.
Kirito blurted out, "What!" Asuna's eyes widened in panic and she started to stand and moved to leave. Kirito grabbed her and held her close, he noted her eyes had started to water and she looked on the verge of tears. He pulled her head close to his and whispered into her ear, "You are mine, and I am yours." He pulled away and looked at her bright red face and smirked, "well, as long as you want me of course!" He laughed and pulled her into a kiss.
They kissed deeply, their tongues dancing a red hot tango in one another's mouths. Asuna broke the kiss, she gazed into Kirito's eyes and said in a husky, seductive voice, "Well I can't be without my black swordsman."
They broke the tight embrace and left the restaurant, a comfortable silence ensued as they walked home and they soon slipped their hands into one another's, as comfortable as slipping on a glove.