Author's Notes: This is just a short and sweet one. Wow, only 1000 words in this chapter. I could have sworn this was longer...
In any news, I am coming off my pill as of next week. The terror is palpable.
I feel like my hormones are going to go crazy and I'll break out in acne or have a mood swing so severe that it pushes me to murder someone. Maybe I'm overreacting... still it is something to take into consideration.
Damn, she was fiery!
The boxer was torn between the insatiable need to kiss the girl in front of him and bolt out the door and never look back.
He was never very good at taking compliments, even small ones. But the shower of praise, not just about his successes, but about him as a person rendered him completely speechless. Akihiko had always strived to be the best he could possibly be, but never gave much thought into how people viewed or valued him – thinking that other's perceptions would never really see him for him. But Yukari seemed to have struck some sort of nerve somewhere so he was practically choking back the tears because someone in the world was looking past the lies and rumours and achievements to really see him.
And watching her get all angry on his behalf, with her eyes snapping and her fists raising and her promises to overthrow his enemies... she was... she was amazing.
He wished he had that kind of self-righteous fury. Wished he could stand in front of a person and tell them they were being an asshole or talk them down or explain just how amazing he found them. If he could take her power of speech and coherency, he was sure people would listen to him because how could they not listen to Yukari when everything she said made so much sense!
"Th-thank you..." was all he really managed to mumble, wincing when it sounded so ridiculous compared to the big pep-talk he just got.
Yukari clapped him on the arm and grinned, "Don't mention it!"
It was so... just... he felt like he was soaring. He couldn't stop the huge smile that started spreading across his face, shaking his head when a disbelieving laugh bubbled up in his throat. He was standing, possibly for the first time in his life, in a girl's room in the middle of the night and she just told him that he was a wonderful person.
Some of the awkwardness of actually being in a girl's room was probably evident the way he was hugging the door like he was trying to phase through it. She was standing there with her ruffled hair and her bed-clothes on and looking at him, really looking at him, and he didn't feel anything other than affection for her.
"So... this is your room, huh?" He said after the silence stretched for a little too long, detaching his fingernails from the door and standing straight.
"Want me to give you the grand tour?" She winked and ran her hand through her long fringe, messing it further, but still managing to look so enticingly pretty.
Yukari made a show of showing him around the small space. Other than the pink, pink bed covers, she wasn't really that girly. She hung up a lot of posters for bands and had school notes all over the walls. She was pretty studious, if the massive stack of organised notes on her desk was anything to go by, and her good grades. She had all kinds of artwork and books, CDs and a wardrobe that was so full that some of the clothes were bursting out of the sides. She had medals for archery and awards for first aid training and photographs up over her bed.
He tried hard not to stare at her behind as she reached over her desk to show him a picture of her grandparents, but failed. Those pants she was wearing were just... falling off her. And she wasn't wearing a bra under her top, and it was a cold Autumn night. And he was being a total pervert again.
Akihiko started thinking that it was a very good time to leave, but he couldn't seem to pull himself away, not when she smiled like that. Whatever conspired between them that evening... opened something up behind her eyes that was just so welcoming, and every time he contemplated leaving he couldn't bring himself to actually do it.
Of course, it didn't take reality long to kick in and remind him that he was in Yukari's room, whom he shared a very intimate moment with a few short days ago, and she wasn't wearing much for the imagination and they were completely alone again.
It was enough to get his back up at least.
He... really wanted to kiss her as she was talking to him. He listened, of course, but it didn't take away from the fact that the longing was growing in him at an alarming rate.
But what frightened him was that it wasn't just a kiss he wanted, and that was a dangerous sort of want. One that could very quickly turn, and the last thing he wanted to do was take it out on her.
She had no idea the amount of courage it took him to walk up the stairs to her room. His knees wobbled the whole way, and her text message was so vague that he had no idea what he was getting himself into. He tried to tell himself that nothing was going to happen, with his heart in this throat, but a small part at the back of his brain was convinced they were going to have sex and as much as he hated to admit it, that was the driving force that got him out of bed and up to her room.
… What if she wants it too...?
The prospect near punched him in the gut. What if she wants it, too? He wasn't sure how to answer, that, though the very idea of her wanting just as he was, knowing what that tension felt like... what if she wants it too?
"Aaaand, that's about it, really. Hah," she looked up at him, her bronze eyes golden in the dim light from her reading lamp, "you know, this is the first time I've ever had a guy in my room."
Akihiko chuckled, emulating with her and reaching up to ruffle her hair, "Don't worry, this is the first time I've ever been in a girl's room too, so..."
The hidden agenda behind both comments hung in the air like a heady perfume. It insinuated that neither of them have ever had sex, or other partners, and were both obviously pretty virginal. Admitting it to her like that didn't seem half as bad as just coming out and saying it... and it was comforting to know she was just as blind as he was. It also insinuated that they were both... willing, by allowing each other the company, and it wasn't lost on him despite how slowly he tended to cop-on in social situations.
He gently fixed a strand of her hair back into place before running his thumb over the apple of her high cheekbone. Her skin was perfect, lightly freckled from the sun and smooth under the pad of his thumb. Yukari's eyes glassed over when the tips of his fingers went behind her ear and jaw, palm against her cheek and for once he was so glad to have his gloves off so he could feel the texture of her skin.
Her breathing picked up when their eyes locked and so did his, he could feel her pulse quicken under his ring finger. Not really able to deny the urge to kiss her any more, but still unsure of the ground he was treading, he angled her head up and went to lean down, her lips pink and soft as he lightly brushed them together.
It was nothing major, just a gentle touch, chivalrous and giving her ample opportunity to leave if she wanted.
"I've wanted to do that since I got here..." he breathed, still leaning down so they were just a few centimetres away. The breath caught sharply in her throat - and just like that - the sound like shattering glass, it broke something between them.
This time they were reaching for each other, her hands wound around his neck and the hand that wasn't on her face went down to pull her hip so they were closer.
But it was so much gentler than before, warm and soft and heavy and long, lingering kissing that he wasn't able to breathe through. His pulse was picking up the more they did it, shooting higher when she licked his lower lip and he barely opened his mouth and she was slowly licking her way inside.
Shuddering from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, his hand moved from her jaw to palm her waist of it's own accord, a moan barely escaping him when her tongue rolled alongside his and her nails were dragging through the hair on the back of his head. It was a strange sort of pleasure he wasn't used to, and it didn't fail to shoot straight to his cock.
There was a moment of panic when he found himself getting hard; he couldn't gauge her reaction if she found out and she was going to find out very soon if she didn't stop pawing at him like tha-
One of her hands (how did he miss it) escaped up the hem of his long-sleeve, fingertips cold against the skin of his stomach, and Akihiko was suddenly breathless.
Author's Notes: I might merge the next two chapters into one for a longer fix, this was entirely too short...