The next installment! Brimming with sexual tension! I've enjoyed the challenge of writing outside my typical storyline. I don't usually focus on the nitty-gritty of relationships. Don't know why, this is so fun! No dialogue in this chapter. Yukina and Kuwabara are doing this silent bit that just screams sex instead! Enjoy~
Kurama was smarter than him; it was something Kuwabara had come to accept. Wasn't hard to swallow since Kuwabara knew a great many people were more intelligent than he was. Yusuke, God bless his decaying brain, was one of the few Kuwabara was absolutely confident in being stupider than himself. So when Kurama said he knew just what to say to Yukina in order to nudge her in the right direction, namely towards Kuwabara and preferably without the trouble of clothes to separate them, Kuwabara thought he could rely on the man. He should have remembered that he wasn't the best at thinking things through.
It may have been Kurama's near constant use of subtlety that he couldn't point blank tell Yukina what was doing. It could have been Yukina's exceptional knack at not comprehending the nature of anything remotely sexual; the very cause for Kurama's talk with Yukina. Either or, or maybe even a horribly unlucky combination of the two was the catalyst for one of the most awkward evenings Kuwabara had to suffer through.
And he had once sat through a grueling 4 hour long The Talk narrated by his sister. With cigarette buds as demonstrative tools. The experience was one of the leading reasons he'd failed to pick up on the family tradition of becoming a chain smoker.
He was nervous and excited all in one. Yukina was over for lunch, the first since Kurama had spoken to her on his behalf of his doubts and worries. Kuwabara wanted to call the lunch a date, but considering Yusuke and Kurama were taking it upon themselves to gate crash what would have been a sweet occasion he didn't think it could be classified as anything more than a group get together. Not when two third wheels were tagging along.
That is until Yukina began pouring everyone a cup of after meal tea.
Kurama and Yusuke were busy discussing the competition for the upcoming demon tournament. With the other two distracted with their talk of violence, Kuwabara was zoned out, daydreaming of risqué activities he and Yukina could be doing on the table right now. Used to her oblivious nature, Kuwabara didn't bother to avert his heavy lidded gaze from Yukina as she topped off Yusuke's cup.
Yukina was donned in her usual kimono, her hair tied back just the same. But the front of her kimono was pulled further apart then she typically wore it, the hint of cleavage visible when she was sitting dipped deeper while she was bent over pouring herself a cup of tea. The small amount of extra flesh didn't faze Yusuke, who was used to seeing much more from Keiko, or Kurama, who was so thoroughly disinterested in his friend's girl that she could be doing cartwheels in the buff and Kurama won't wink an eye. No those two were unfazed and carrying out a conversation while Kuwabara was mesmerized.
Over the rim of her cup, Yukina caught his eye. What he saw shimmering in the depths of her rubied eyes was pure, unadulterated sex. The look was one Kuwabara had only seen a handful of times. Most weren't directed at himself and never had the look of sex came from Yukina. Yukina's open, much anticipated interest was a pleasant surprise, but his reaction to it wasn't. Her one look shot right into his cock, bringing his entire body into sharp awareness. Along with the very physical need to take her now, Kuwabara felt a lick of hatred. He was downright pissed his friends were here to ruin the occasion.
Kuwabara shifted in his seat, the head of his cock pressed uncomfortably against the teeth of his zipper, straining to get out and have at the one woman he'd wanted ever since he could first want sex. One look and he was ready to go, just the hint of want from his woman and he was at attention. Kuwabara was slightly shamed, thinking maybe in his already worked up state of mind he'd seen something in Yukina's gaze that wasn't there. The small smirk that quirked her lips sent his mind reeling in the fact that yes she was totally eyefucking him. Kuwabara never thought he'd be so glad to be visually violated, but damn it was a turn on the Yukina could play with him at last.
And in front of company at that.
Kuwabara shot a quick glance at Yusuke and Kurama, checking that they were still strategizing on which opponents they needed to take out in order for a fair King to rein. The two were distracted, but Kuwabara didn't want to go through the embarrassment of their prodding if they started paying attention. Yukina must have had the same thoughts for she was calming sipping at her tea, eyes closed in peace.
Kuwabara reached for the honey in the middle of the table. Tea was too bold for him so he liked to sweeten the stuff up much like he did with everything else. A thin drizzle of honey plopped to the bottom of his cup when Kuwabara absentmindedly flicked his gaze back to Yukina.
Yukina was looking right at him again, instantly pulling him into a heated private moment. The tip of her tongue darted out, lapping at her upper lip. Her plump lower lip got the same treatment before being sucked into her mouth on a bite. The moan that slipped from his mouth rolled into a cough in a weak cover up. Honey splattered the table at his tightened grip around the bear shaped bottle turned upside down in his big hand. Heat pooled in both his heads, the polar pull making his head dizzy with desire. A twittering laugh fell into Yukina's cup as her amusement of Kuwabara's predicament bubbled up.
Kuwabara's edible Jackson Pollack broke Yusuke and Kurama from their conversation. Their attention was now focused on him, trying to catch up on to what they'd missed. Flames burned his cheeks at the scrutinizing looks he was receiving from everyone. Two of them were curious, but the last was a look of female evaluation before the pounce that had his cock throbbing painfully.
