day four — type

disclaimer — KNB © Tadatoshi Fujimaki
rating — M /
summary — they are totally compatible.

"We're not compatible," Satsuki says, pulling away from Daiki's mouth. Her breathing is heavy and she clings on to him.

Daiki hums against her skin, and ignores her in favor of sliding his lips along her neck. He grabs a hold of her by her thighs, lifting her up before dropping them down on his bed. His hands travel down the expanse of her body, tracing every line and curve of her body and imprinting it to memory.

"We are really not compatible," she pants, arching into his touch.

Daiki snorts and continues on because they feel pretty damn compatible to him. He nips and mouths at the skin of her throat. She pulls on his hair, painfully. He lifts his head from her neck.

He glares at her, annoyed. "What?"

Her lips form a pout that makes Daiki want to kiss her. She pulls on his hair again. He swears.

"You shouldn't ignore me, Dai-chan."

"Yeah, yeah," Daiki sighs, undoing the buttons of her school shirt. "So, why aren't we compatible?"

"Because you have type B blood and I have type A."

Daiki's hands freeze. He'd already pushed her shirt off her shoulders and he'd been about to unclasp her bra. He shakes his head subtly and keeps going because if he stops now and asks her, what the hell does that have to do with anything?, she will stop what they are doing to explain. Which Daiki is pretty sure that she's going to do anyway so he might as well be doing something while he listens.

Her bra is a deep purple and contrasts nicely against her skin, Daiki takes a second to appreciate it before he takes it off and throws it aside. Satsuki sits up but Daiki is quick to press her back down. Her breasts are soft and her skin is warm. She shudders when his hands touch her. Daiki takes this as a good sign of distraction. He leans over her, cupping and feeling the weight of her breasts in his hands gently.

Satsuki arches her back.

"We're not compatible," She starts and Daiki resists the urge to swear out loud, thinking he'd been successful in distracting her, "because As and Bs don't get along. As need stability and Bs are chaotic. Our personalities don't suit each other."

Daiki kisses down her stomach, making a noise that means he's thinking. He slips his hand under her skirt as his lips go back up to latch on to her breast. He scraps his teeth against her nipples before pulling away.

Satsuki continues, with a soft gasp, "People with type B blood are selfish and impulsive...type A needs to think things through."

Daiki snorts, "That's true...but people with type A blood are obsessive, stubborn, and stress out about nothing. They need someone that complements them, someone that can take their mind off things, relax them, and convince them to stop thinking so much."

Daiki already knows that he'd caught Satsuki off-guard with what he'd said. He waits for her to catch up. He shimmies down the bed, pulling Satsuki with him, leaving her on the edge and himself kneeling on the floor. He kisses up along her inner thigh.

He reaches the edge of her skirt and stops. She's squirming, frowning down at him, and panting in anticipation. The hand Daiki has up her skirt plays with band of her panties.

She makes a noise of frustration.

Daiki smirks against her skin, "So, since I know people with type A blood need to be in control, I need to ask, may I help you relax, Satsuki-sama?"

Satsuki knows he's mocking her but she can't really seem to care when his breath is hot on her skin and his voice is making every nerve in her body tingle. Besides, she'd just make him pay for his flippant comment later. She reigns in her breathing.

"You may," Satsuki says, intertwining her fingers in his hair and tugging forward lightly.

Daiki hopes that after this, Satsuki will forget all about blood type compatibility.

Because they are totally compatible.