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3# - For Starters
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"The trouble you're expecting never happens; it's always something that sneaks up the other way."
― R. Steward
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— U. Takumi
SHE WAS TOTALLY driving me crazy.
I was usually a gentleman the first night but God, she made me want to play so rough. Her amber eyes shone with mischief as she straightened up against me, her height barely enough to slowly lick my neck, down my collarbone. My hands ran along her spine, pulling her closer to my body. She arched her back, her supple curve molding against my hard chest. I wanted to taste her. Like, so badly.
Lifting her chin, her amber eyes bore into mine and we both felt the rousing spark aflame in the spur of the moment. Closing the gap, I bent down on her, my pulse quickening as my lips took hers into an urgent kiss. She shivered, before smiling into my mouth before she cupped my face between her warm hands. Her pupils were dilated and coated with gold, her eyes flickering up to mine. Kissing me lightly a few more times, she pulled back when I attempted to deepen the kiss. No matter how hard I tried, her hands would tightly clench down on my hair, forcing me apart.
Such a tease...
I wanted to bite those impetuous lips so hard and taste her senseless.
Tugging on her wrists, I pulled her hands out of my hair, slamming them against my chest as my thumbs drew circles on the inside of her palms. She answered with a nibble on my bottom lips, her tongue skimming on corner of my mouth with a brush, teasing me once again. And then, she looked up at me, slowly licking her luscious lips with blatant purpose. I growled inwardly.
She was going to get it very, very rough.
As she laughed softly when I groaned in frustration, my control snapped and I pushed her against my kitchen counter. My hands cupped her round ass, quickly squeezing them before I hauled her on top of the counter, smashing her against my frame as my hips thrust into hers. She gaped in my ear, the breathless sound escaping her lips ever so enticing to a craving man.
"It'd be in your interest to not push me too hard, gorgeous." I breathed in her ear, my ragged voice both an alluring warning and a lustful promise. She only chuckled, an appealing sound that coaxed me to her mouth. Bending my head to the side for a better opening, I crushed my mouth onto hers, only to collide with her cheek. Testing my patience, she had averted the kiss and before I could even shift, she bit a chunk off my cheek, gently suckling on the mark.
God... She was making me insane.
I fisted my hand into her raven hair, tightly holding her scalp before thrusting my tongue in her mouth, kissing her thoroughly until I was sated —though I doubted I could ever get enough of those lips. My hand ran down her thigh, roughly grazing her skin as I pulled it high to take off the strap of one of her heels. Seizing her ankle, I yanked her towards me, my other hand, which was gripped to the low of her back, raking her against my part.
The oven started ringing in the background as I ground against her harder. There was no way I was ever stopping this. Ravishing her lips, I grunted and she moaned all the more from both the stroke of my tongue and the thrust of my hips. She suddenly tried to push me lightly as the beeps got sharper.
Playful until the very end. I was losing it.
My eyes flew open. I blinked, my blurred vision making sense now that red digital numbers came into view.
8:30am.
That was the time I set the goddamned alarm to.
I rubbed my face with my palms before running my hands in my hair with consternation.
Yeah, she had apparently struck me that much.
I doubted I'd ever get to meet her again, even if I did say that I would see her again. She just made quite a lasting impression on me. On impulse, talks were only casual matters; who would ever believe a single word someone in a bar would say? Moreover, one could not do much with a single name nowadays and, as the realistic man I was, brainstorming about futile worries was not my forte.
I slipped off the bed and groaned. Eyeing down the blanket that covered the bottom part of my body, I almost grunted out loud.
I guess a cold shower was high on my morning's agenda.
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The early summer sun was already shining its bold rays onto my living room. All refreshed, I made my way to the massive table set in the middle of the room. It was a real mess, my laptop buried under several layers of reports and printed data sheets piled up here and there. I dropped to the closest chair, making myself comfortable before pulling the laptop onto my thigh and switching it on.
My current position as a journalist was really lax. This could be surprising as I worked for a company, but was not especially a director or anything. Yet, the thing was that I held a privileged position in the editor team. They did not care how I worked, with whom I worked, or whether I would show up or not at the redaction. There was no restriction and no less order that I had to take from what they called my "superiors", as I was well known as an independent who could ask anything from anyone without any protest. As long as I submitted a report every now and then, they just gave me a hefty salary and carte blanche to do whatever I wanted. And curiously enough, my position gave me well earned respect whenever I would step in for meetings I felt like attending.
I was just that good. Immodest? No, only realistic.
That being said, I enjoyed my line of work as having liberties let me decide what I wanted to work on and research about. Thus, my knowledge was quite, as one could say, all-encompassing. Engrossed in my work, time ticked away as I finished filling the record I was working on. Reaching for a recent report sitting on the far edge of the table, I flipped through the pages as my eyes quickly scanned the content.
It was a report on how medical confidentiality kept undisclosed was being detrimental to criminal procedures. Pros and cons were being put on the scale, but the report held no final stand on the main issue, though it accused many professors of corruption. Eyeing for my phone as I needed to contact someone related to the claim, I set my laptop back on the table, aiming to dig under all the prints out that laid on the table, potentially covering my phone.
But before I could reach it, the screen suddenly lit up, beaming under a thin sheet of paper. I seized my phone, lifting it up as a number I knew too well was coming up on the screen. I never registered names along with numbers on my phone, out of habit. It was to save myself from troubles, or at least minimize them, in case my personal phone would ever be stolen or investigated. I had the private contact info of many influential and important personalities, and remembering a few numbers was no bother to me.
I lazily answered the call with a shrug.
"What's up?"
"You just got into big time trouble, mate." Tora's voice grumbled. He always sounded so lazy on phone, as if he had just gotten off the bed. I glanced at the clock across the room. It was already 11:48am.
"As always, it seems. The usual?" I chuckled.
"It's no laughing matter, Takumi." He grunted. Now he sounded infuriated.
"Why the displeased tone? Got rejected by redhead?"
"You've got no idea actually..."
"Really?" I inquired. I saw no reason to not get a good laugh early in the morning.
"She talked about you all night after it. Threesome and stuff. God, it was such a turn-off," he admitted with disdain.
"Wow, she's quite daring..." I observed. We both knew and confirmed that we'd never get into this kind of setting, even after some women asked us upfront at the bar a few years ago.
"Right... So much that I just stormed off after the first fifteen minutes of after-talk." He bitterly conceded before adding, "Anyway, enough of that. The reason I called was not to rant about that vixen."
"I can guess that much, Tora," I continued, my voice coated irony. "What would do me the honor of a call from you on a Sunday, and no less, before noon?"
There was silence before he replied with a serious tone.
"You're in deep shit, mate."
"What do you mean?"
"You just got sued, Takumi."
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Author's note: *cough* Takumi's wet dreams.