Hello guys! Thank you so much for all the follows, favorites, and reviews. I will try to update this chapter and actually finish the story (wish me luck!). I made some changes to the existing chapter, fixing grammar and adding some depth to the story. I appreciate all the time you guys spend on this stories, it really meant a lot to me. I hope you guys enjoy the updated version even more.
So far I've revised up to chapter 3. Still working on chapter 4 and 5 and drafting for a new chapter. Hopefully I can finish this story in another three to five chapter. Thank you for all the support!
This is a story about Soma and Erina few years after graduating from Tootsuki. This is my interpretation regarding their relationship. Shokugeki no Soma is not owned by me, credits go to the author for creating these mesmerizing character.
RATED M, just because tehee. Sorry if there's a grammar error, i'm not perfect xxx
Chapter 1: What's so good about Paris?
Yukihira Soma is a man of many. He's obnoxious, loud, carefree and all around overly confident guy. But, most importantly, he's pretty much shit at getting around. All these years, work may take him anywhere, be it Mumbai, Venice, Miami, you name it, he's probably been there. Nonetheless, it didn't change the fact that he's bad with direction. Here he is, lying around at Champs-Elysées garden because he simply hadn't had the slightest idea of where to go in Paris.
This is almost his 10th time in Paris.
After getting chummy with the new generation chefs at the charity event, a stressed, badly rested Soma is clearly not going to be hanging around in his free time to teach a rookie how to reduced stock properly nor how to perfectly render a veal fat. The day before, Soma just served a 200ish table for a dinner, after that he have to drag his aching feet and sprained back muscle across JFK to make it to today's event. Of course he would prefer to use his free time to enjoy the crowded city, well, it is part of its charm. There's just something therapeutic about lying down here, jazz music from the street vendor, people chattering in the distance, kids laughing and running, the noise had relaxed him almost as if he's sharpening his knives.
Looking at the gloomy sky with arms resting beneath his head, Soma eyebrow draws to the middle, deep in thought, which people think it's not something he's capable of doing.
Lots of people are enamored with Paris as they just can't help but to romanticize the city; an evening stroll next to Siene, the night lights at Eiffel Tower, and so on. But the reality isn't what the movie portrays. There are homeless people around, the streets don't exactly smell like Coco Chanel perfume, and people are indifference towards crime. Maybe he didn't understand the city enough, maybe he refuses to look further and widen his perspective, or maybe he just didn't feel it therefore unable to describe what this city actually done to him. Afterall, most of his visit was all nothing but for work, his life as Tootsuki 92nd generation feels even more like a distant past. He was fifteen yesterday trying to survive in a new elite culinary school, now he's 25 with skills acknowledged by many.
He wasn't lacking in any aspect. He's probably living his comfortable life at this point.
His trance of thoughts was interrupted by the vibrate of his phone. He fished his phone out to see a text from his longtime friend and one of his mentors, Shinomiya-senpai; Had to cancel for tonight. Tomorrow?
Soma feels troubled. He did want to meet with Shino-senpai, to think that maybe he'll get the chance to be his sous chef once again but alas everyone who graduated from Tootsuki is basically too busy for a time off.
He himself had canceled hundreds of appointments with friends from Tootsuki because of work. A thing he's guilty of. Gotta catch a flight tomorrow, I let you know if I'm ever in Paris again. Oh, any idea where I should go? Pretty bored.
Nakiri might be available.
At that, Soma was grinning to himself.
Nakiri Erina.
Of course.
How could he forget? She basically lives here. Come to think of it, when was the last time they met? Two years ago? Or was it at Ryo and Alice's wedding a year ago? No matter because in seconds hiessage inhumanly fast.
Yo, Nakiri. You free? I'm in town.
Soma sits up straight in anticipation because three dots appeared.
Nakiri had suggested meeting at Jardin des Tuileries and that's where Soma stood, waiting. With all the travel, the changing of the season, the jet lag, Soma didn't really think much about winter nor does he think that it would be this cold. He's basically freezing his butt off, desperately trying to warm his hand by pushing it into the pocket of his coat. Which didn't help at all. Maybe he's just downright stupid or forgetful of things because there is absolutely no one who can survive Paris in January in just jeans and a long-sleeve t-shirt, and topping it off, is the only paddington coat he remember to pack.
Shifting his weight and trying his best at warming himself up, Nakiri popped up next to him.
"Black coffee, no sugar." She pushed a paper cup with hot coffee in front of his face.
Soma was caught off guard but quickly changed to excitement at the sight of his longtime friend. He quickly grab it and rub his hand over the paper cup. "You remember," he noted, smiling.
Nakiri Erina managed a satisfied grin before taking a sip of her coffee. "When did you get here?" She asked.
Soma on the other hand can't stop staring at her pink lips. How can she get it so enticing despite the dry weather? Now all Soma wanted to do was kiss her.
Right. Don't think it's time to kiss her. Yet.
After a pause, he scratches the side of his head and tilts his head sideways, "this morning."
Erina nodded, mouth still inches above the rim cup of her coffee, to give it a gentle blow. "You're tired? Feeling the jet lag?"
Soma shook his head. "Well, I'm kinda used to it."
"Want to get something to eat? Have you actually eaten something?"
Soma think back to the event earlier, as it was packed and people keep throwing questions at him, he couldn't really catch a break let alone a private time to eat in peace. He supposed the last thing he ate was the shitty croissant at the airport which didn't make any sense considering it's a national heritage to France, but that's one of the downsides as a chef, you often judged basic food just because you knew you can do better.
"I know some good cassoulet. Come on, I'll treat you to some of the best Paris winter comfort food." She continued.
"Good?" Soma ears perk up.
Erina groaned. "Great, decent, whatever. I obviously can make it ten times better,"
"I figure everything you recommend would taste more than good, after all you have that little tongue," Soma leans forward, closing the gaps between them.
Startled, Erina back off a little. Her heart start pounding irrationally. She still can't believe that although they don't meet that often due to their hectic schedule, Soma still has this effect on her. To make it worse, all the night she spent with him together be it kissing or bantering did not make anything between them more casual, instead it's just like adding fuel to the fire. If she's being honest, she wasn't cut out for this kind of relationship, her loyal assistant Hisako even tell her so. The outcome from this scenario is either Erina got broken hearted when Soma just stops seeing her or she will hate him first and leave him. Whatever it is, nobody predict there will be something good that come out of this, Erina herself included. Pushing the pessimistic view aside, Erina gently push Soma away who's clearly enjoying looming over her.
God, when did he become so tall?
"Are you seriously doubting my taste?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I haven't see you in a long time, who knows? Maybe you're not that good anymore." Soma taunted.
With a scoffs, Erina throws her cup to a nearby trashcan and walks past Soma, deliberately looking over her shoulders.
Her attitude was enough to entice Soma. "Your status of God Tongue is on the line, ya hear?" Soma cackles before catching up to her.
Yukihira Soma had nothing but praises for the thick stew with duck confit that Erina had recommended, after all, she knows what's good or not, the best. Though, any traditional homemade meal will easily win him over anytime. It's just one of Soma's weaknesses, maybe it was also because of his upbringings. He can't seem to get into his old man's heart, but he always remember the look on his face when he would load sauce on takoyaki or when he whipped up omelet in the morning and tip it with a juicy slice of bacon. So often at his little sunny kitchen back at the Yukihira's dinner, Soma sees the way his parents put love into each and every dish they will sell that day and more importantly sees how they always loved the way people eat their food.
Just the same, all of the dish in this little place are made and served by individuals who had put so much care about the recipe and thoughtfully think out a very well combination of fresh ingredients that probably had been given love and appreciation. It is so obvious that it was made by people who did not care about fancy slogan, operating principle, star-rated restaurant, none of that pride. It's actually one of the best dishes he had in Paris after Shino-senpai restaurant. But, when he finished the meal, what surprised him the most is that this is recommended by Nakiri Erina herself. The front of the restaurant is unassuming, one that she would definitely overlooked. It was never really her style to taste street food or small local shop, but if the current Erina is the kind of person who is open to new experience, then Soma can only welcome the change with glee.
"So, how's the life of the great Nakiri Erina?" Soma started.
The girl with the intense violet eyes slip out a small smile. "Well, while I'm one of the chair for the World Chef Association, I figured it's easier to do things from here. I still fly back and forth to Japan though, for work obviously; Tootsuki, interviews, guest at a TV program," she counts off her fingers one by one with a chuckle. "Oh, and I'm currently starting another foundation project to help young chefs to open their own restaurant."
Soma knew very well about the foundation she's talking about. They may not see each other enough or talk very often but everywhere Soma goes, Erina's there. Heck, he can't walk around Times Square without Erina's new interview segment smiling back at him. Every time he sees her, his heart swells with joy and pride, always secretly rooting for her. Becoming the 'it' girl of the gourmet world is no easy feat. Her God Tongue status is what catapulted her to fame ever since she was a kid, throughout the years it had become a bigger buzz to have your food get tasted by Erina, he heard there was one time where she was flooded with private request, Hisoko actually fainted. It was also her discipline and wisdom she shows beyond her age that stays in people's heart.
"Why are you smiling?" Erina said, clipped. "Do I have something on my face?" she quickly pulls out her phone and take a look at her front camera. She can't have the risk of having a piece of duck on her face, worst, her teeth, while talking to Soma. She's dead.
Soma laughs wholeheartedly while putting down Erina's phone, away from blocking his view of the beautiful face. "You look fine, Nakiri. Don't sweat it, and I certainly not smiling because there's a piece of duck meat between your teeth,"
"I knew it!" Erina quickly pulls out her phone away from Soma's hand.
"Kidding," he cackles. "Can't believe you're so hung up about the way you look."
Erina's face was flaming red at this point. Because of anger? Irritation? Embarrassment? She didn't know. Probably all the above mixed.
"I'm just thinking how amazing you are with what you're doing," there's no hidden meaning nor teasing tone behind his words. It's all genuine.
Erina always wondered how the hell Yukihira Soma, the undisputed champion on saying things at the wrong time can come out with a compliment from that cheeky mouth, the one that always gets to her heart too.
It's true that Soma was never known to be the kind of person who easily threw compliment, it's a different story when it comes to her. The more he get to know Erina, the more he was fascinated by her multilayered nature. The great Nakiri Erina is the type of person that people can't understand on the get-go. It's just impossible. It requires a little bit of patience mixed with a certain degree of understanding to fully grasp her personality. Even for him, it took a certain event for Erina to warm up to him and actually held a decent conversation, even now, after ten years he still have a lot of questions to raise. But if there's one thing he knows is that while Nakiri Erina's life comes in a silver platter, she never actually used any of it to define her. She's proven to be uptight with work but only because she's serious about it, however, at a rare inopportune moment if Soma is lucky, he can catch her cracking jokes with her friends. In addition, she also gave the people as much as she changes clothes. She's given so much help and aid for people to achieve their dreams, be it scholarship programs, research and development, or charity work. The foundation she mentioned earlier is only a small fragment of what she will continue to be doing as far as 30 years in the future.
Not only that, what Soma admired the most from her is that ever since the defeat of Central and the fall of Nakiri Azami, Erina is trying to fix the relationship with her father, realizing that no matter what, they are family. There is also something so gutsy about the girl like how she never asks for permission or approval to use her fortune to help others. Soma had asked once whether her grandpa approved of the budget for the school's scholarship program and she calmly replied that she did not need anyone's approval because the fortune the Nakiri family have is not up to their entitlement. Ever since then, Soma knows that she was more than just a first-year ice queen who said his egg dish is disgusting.
"I just admire you," Soma pondered on.
"There you go again, who taught you to talk like this?" Despite all the venom Erina try to put into her words, she's still unconsciously smiling.
"Can't believe that I actually miss that mean mouth of yours," he nudged her hand playfully.
Erina blew out a huff. "How about you then?"
"Me?" He let out his boyish grin that obviously made Erina's heart skipped a beat. She hates how Soma always has the upper hand in terms of effect. "Y'know, cooking and stuff."
Erina lips pressed into a thin line. "So, you're saying nothing's changed?"
"Somewhat," the smile is ever present.
Erina is far smarter than to believe whatever this little redhead prick is saying. She can't believe that she actually willing to waste her time for this carefree idiot who thinks that a two-year gap between them can be summed up with 'cooking' and worse, 'stuff'.
"I heard you have a restaurant now,"
"Yep," Soma popped the P. "Back in New York, I figured it's time for me to broaden my reach and have a place for people to taste my food, y'know? After all, I can't always be in motion and adhering to all those private dinner invitation," he finish with a whine. The past ten years experience Soma accumulated had become fragments in his mind, pieces of strange and yet unusual fun life that cannot be replicated. Always moving from one city to another, eleven months out in the sea, maybe three weeks out of a year where he get to sleep in his own bed, accidentally seeing friends, things that when combined, had taken a toll on his body and mind. It's funny how Soma is way far too good at keeping going until his body shuts down at the most inopportune moment.
"Like a legit restaurant? Where you actually have server, sous chef, commis, like everyone?" Erina leans a little bit forward, incredulous at the thought of it.
Soma look at her with confusion. Was there any other definitions of restaurant he did not know?
"You don't have the management skill." He can barely graduate, Erina thought. With his billion excuses to avoid paperwork and skipping classes.
"I still don't," he quipped, rather cheery.
"Then how does it work?"
"I met someone who's aligned with me in the kitchen, I leave some bits to him. Well, a lot of stuff actually but he's a dependable general manager, so I don't worry too much even when I'm away like this. They turn the restaurant to a local deli takeaway from 10 to 3."
Erina opens her mouth and closes it again, actually speechless.
He waved her off with a laugh. "When I'm around, it opens for dinner where I'm the executive chef. I just served dinner yesterday!" It cramped up his style the way he called himself an executive chef, but it's the only vocabulary Erina understand. As he took the role, he's also taken the responsibility both as the owner and the one who keeps everything going in the kitchen.
"Wait - hold on, are you saying that you changed the restaurant to a local deli when you're away?"
"Were you always this slow? Yeah, I don't really understand with the bookkeeping side but it saves the cost and you can't underestimate the traffic of people in New York during lunchtime. It might not be a fine dining type of thing, but on a good day we can ring up to 300 orders, though we're still collecting regulars. But you know, keeping the income running is important in this kind of business."
"What are you even selling?"
"Italian sandwiches,"
"There's tons of Italian sandwiches in New York." She deadpanned.
"None like mine. I met a family man, a New York-Italian who owns a restaurant that is mostly empty, I bet you my life that its a storefront for mafia business. They have a big poster in the front saying they serve the most famous oven-wood pizza, but the funny kicker is, his son make the best sandwiches, the kind where you spoon all the juice and put it over the bread."
"Is it one of the Aldinis?" Erina mocked.
Soma laughed while waving his hand back and forth. "No way, the son is not a prick."
"Anyway, I jokingly asked the son to work with me if he would tell me the recipe, he said yes. I perfected it and teach everyone on making it and boom, stream of people lining up!"
"Just like that? He agree to work with you and now you have a signature dish?"
Soma chuckles, knowing what he say next will irritate her. "It's not that hard if you ask nicely, Nakiri."
She pouts. "Still. Have I heard any of your staff?"
"Probably not. I might be one of the best graduates from Tootsuki, but my staff in there don't give a shit about it, which I like. I have a Mexican who don't speak a single English but he chops like he's on the run, so damn efficient and fast. Bunch of the commis also comes from non-culinary background, some of them are fired from their previous job be it a pre-school teacher, bugs exterminator, sailor, and so on. But they can hold a knife and experienced enough."
Whatever he's saying shouldn't be putting a smile one Erina's face, but she can't help it. Despite the absurdity of it all, a scenario that would not exist in her life like ever, she enjoys watching him rambles on and on about his life. "So, you're collecting a bunch of misfits?"
"I can polish their skill, but I can't buy loyalty, Nakiri. If it makes you feel better, my sous chef is recommended by Shino-senpai," he said with a wink.
Erina let out a genuine laughs, surprising herself. "That sounds like you."
"Mind you, bunch of them are hard to work with, and everyone is a prick in the kitchen, but they stood with me for the past year. I might have to step it up though if I want to be at ease leaving them for a long time,"
"It sounds fun, Yukihira. I mean it," Erina leans forward and scrunch her nose at him. Her words bring a relief to his chest for some reason. "Anyway, moving on, you get the news about Hisako, right?"
"Hisoko?"
Erina successfully dismissed the way Soma said Hisako name by mistake because after a couple of years, she grew tired fixing it because Yukihira Soma knew damn well her name, and he just keeps saying Hisoko for fun. Or just to irritate Erina. Either way, it further proves that this man has too much time on his hand. "Yeah, she's engaged to Hayama? They're going to get married? Like an actual wedding where you supposed to attend, physically, I must add."
"Oh!" Soma slapped his thighs in exclamation. "The wedding, I didn't receive an invite."
Control yourself, Erina. "They sent you one." She's practically seething.
Soma laughed sheepishly. "Ah, they did?"
Erina nodded and sighed for the umpteenth time. "You're coming, I assume?" It would be way out of the line for Soma to not attend, he already missed the engagement party three months ago and its Hisako and Hayama, both of them impacted Soma's life one way or another.
"On July, right?" Soma tried, randomly choosing a month despite not knowing shit.
Believe Erina when every time they spend the night together, it irked her the most knowing that Soma had thousands of unread emails, messages, and any other notifications. On his busy days, you better bet the only way to reach him was through a phone call, that is if he's in the mood to answer or you have to settle with voicemail, though Erina knows that Soma never really use or even aware the purpose of a voicemail. For someone so busy, he sure as hell is adamant at being unreachable.
"June, Yukihira." Erina is practically seething her words now.
Soma dismissed her. He was only off a month. "Next year?"
Erina fumed, clearly tired of this conversation. "It's June, this year!" She slammed her palms into the table, attracting attention from nearby customers but she didn't care because Soma sure as hell deserves a little nagging about his nonchalant attitude.
Soma laughs. "Geez, ever the uptight, are you? Don't worry, I'll keep that in mind."
Erina rolled her eyes and called for a bill. Freeing her long blonde hair from the low ponytail she's sporting, she stood up. "Come on, let's get out of here."
Just when they get out of the restaurant had Erina realized that Soma is not wearing gloves. Now, while Soma's is not as bad with the cold as much as Kuga-senpai or Rindou-senpai, it doesn't mean he can survive a January winter in Paris with no gloves on. Erina can't believe how stupid he is sometimes and she didn't even have the energy to ask why he didn't bring any gloves because knowing him, the answer must be frivolous.
Despite her tsundere streaks, Erina takes Soma's hand and put her gloves on him. "I can't believe we're 25 and I'm still putting gloves for you."
"I forgot," he said easy, enjoying the warm touch from Erina's hand.
Figured.
When Erina finishes putting the gloves on him, he mumbled a short thank you. "What about you then? Aren't you cold?"
Erina looks up at him and shrugs cooly. "I'm used to it."
Out of the blue, Soma, with his hand now covered in gloves grab Erina by the face and kiss her. It wasn't a passionate kiss that's filled with lust, Soma figures he can do it later, now a simple grateful kiss trying to convey the message 'thank you for your warmth' was enough.
Even though they're in public and Erina doesn't do public affection, the feeling of his lips wins out and she kisses him back immediately. His cold hand, seeping through the gloves prickle her cheek but still appreciated how warm his lips were when it touched hers. Erina can feel the burning sensation and tingles that she long for at the back of her spine. But, much to her enjoyment, Soma pulls away, grinned and mussed Erina's head.
She can't believe she's getting hot just by a simple kiss.
They both decided to get back to Soma's hotel before the cold nights of Paris eats them alive. Erina is currently sitting on the left side of the bed with her head leaning on a headboard for support, leaving the right one for Soma. A thing they seems to agree on without petty arguments. She's scrolling her phone to check if there's anything she misses for the last couple of hours but finds nothing too important.
Erina's head swivels to the side when she hears the bathroom door clicks, revealing Soma who had just taken a shower. His red hair is darker since it's wet, dripping little bit of water from his head, towel around his neck and definitely trying to tease Erina by just wearing a basketball short. That's it. Nothing to cover the upper body Erina had yearned for the last year. Erina greedily takes the man before him with her hungry eyes.
"What, Nakiri? I hadn't gone out of the bathroom for 10 seconds and you already checking me out?" He laughs, padding his way towards the bed to sit in front of her.
Erina leans forward, playing into his teasing. "You tell me," she smiled devilishly at Soma.
The corner of Soma's mouth curved upward, mirroring Erina's. He casually caressed her cheek with his thumb which reminds him how calloused his fingers has become against her soft skin. Erina grip his hand before Soma dare to move it, caressing the cuts and burns, silently telling him that she didn't mind. Outside, it's mercilessly cold but it's anything but in the space between them. Even without talking it out, the silence isn't heavy and just by looking at each other, they understood what's going to follow after. Over the years, people don't really have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that every man in this world will worship the ground Nakiri Erina walk on if it gets them her number, so she obviously didn't lack a male companion to keep her entertained when she's stressed and Soma clearly none the wiser, traveling to every part of the world, meeting new people, he too didn't lack the admiration from the opposite sex, but Erina and Soma never do repeat.
Unless it's them.
It started three years ago when Erina invited Soma back to Tootsuki for a special alumni event. It was only the fifth time Erina saw Soma after they graduated, cementing on how much of an asshole Soma personality is. But she swallows the pride and invite him because the fact still stands, he's one of the top graduates. Long story short, they catch up for all the time they lost at her place. Soma, who's fresh from a breakup find Erina presence comforting, likewise, his ridiculous travel stories makes her laugh and as one thing led to another, they spend the night together. Afraid of the awkwardness that will surely follow, matured Erina asserted that this should stay between them and certainly not to happen again. Just woken up by her unecessary concern, Soma calmly answered that he thought it was really nice, how he liked the feeling of Erina's body against his and won't mind to do it again. Almost fainted from blushing, Erina decided it's best to leave things flow on its own.
In the ever-changing, fast-paced Soma's world, he's actually very scared to realize that the one person who constantly seems to be just there was none other than Erina.
Currently, he's battling about how he wanted this but not wanting this so badly. There is just something about her that is so addicting it actually drives him crazy at times.
A look of worried was seen on Erina's face. "What's wrong?"
Soma shook his head. "Nothing. Just thinking that I can't believe that I miss you, it's weird, and how much I want to kiss you again."
Jackpot. Erina heart leap hearing the words from Soma's mouth and without any delay, Erina moves forward and kiss Soma passionately to stop her from returning the statement. Just because. With Erina, her pride is way above Soma in her priorities list.
"Impatient, aren't you?" Soma chuckles against her lips, gently pulling her forward to his.
Screw it, Erina thought, it's not like they don't want the same thing. "You do know that I'm going to stay the night, right?" she asked between kisses.
Soma muster a simple nod. "What time do you go to work tomorrow?"
"Five,"
"Why so early?"
Erina whimpered as she force her lips away from Soma. She looked to the open wardrobe next to the bed, showcasing her outfit in a hanger. "I can't wear the same thing to work two days in a row, can I?"
Ever the fussy princess. "I'll wake you up."
Erina managed a light chuckle. "Ha. I would like to see that, Mr. Heavy Sleeper."
"I'll even set 10 alarms,"
Erina puts her index finger near his mouth, "Ssh, more kissing,"
Soma on the other hand couldn't hold himself back for one more second as he gives a slight intake of breath when Erina fingers slide through Soma's damp hair. It's as if he's been counting down the minutes and seconds from that restaurant to this moment, and now that it's finally here, he's not going to waste a single second. He deepen the kiss, gone all the sweet harmless kiss he did earlier.
It's pure hunger and raw desire.
Soma's tongue thrusts into Erina's mouth and she let out moans. It was crazy because everything happens so fast and becomes a blur. His lips and hands are everywhere. She's climbing on top of him trying to gain some control and touching him in all the places. As she straddles him, she already lost the oversized t-shirt.
Grinding their lower bodies together, Erina murmurs, "Funny, how we always end up in this situation," starting to be busy at kissing Soma's neck and continuing downwards.
Soma firmly grips her waist, the waist he had missed, the waist that his fingers seem completely fit into. "Fuck, Nakiri. I forgot what that mouth of yours can do,"
Erina can't stop licking every inch of him. He tastes like clean soap and she loves it. Her fingers begin to roam his body, crawling up to his chest and back, tracing his shoulders and finally looping around his neck. When her brain is still trying to process everything, Erina can hear a low impatient growl from Soma, and was his growl boost Erina's ego at what she's doing?
Nah.
It's great for her ego.
Soma definitely liked the idea of Erina taking control seconds ago, but as she trails her path lower, it didn't seem like the brightest idea. Soma's throbbed in anticipation of urging Erina to go lower, faster, and once Erina's get a good grip on his shaft, teasing, Soma is practically begging, "Nakiri, goddamnit put me on your mouth," but one flick of Erina's tongue and Soma is yanking her up in seconds. "Nope. Not happening." He can't believe that with just a flick of her tongue, he's this responsive.
"Yukihira!" Erina yelp in protest.
"Trust me, I want nothing but that mouth of yours to wrap me," Soma said between kissing her, exasperated at himself because he can't decide which one he wants more. Her mouth on his, or his inside hers. Soma tries to ignores the frantic request of Erina to go down on him, a decision he might regret later, but with the current condition, he need to settle that for the second round.
"Oh my God, you're such a mouth-tease," Erina said but it sounds like she's asking for more. It's a mixture of giggles and moans that she didn't know she's capable of.
However, the effect it has on Soma? He clenches his jaw and gives her a wicked and cocky smile, a smile Erina has grown to love. Soma purposely slows down just to nibble her bottom lip, then continues downwards, burying his face in the crook of Erina's neck, missing the sweet fruity scent of her. "This needs to go," Soma breathes as he slid down the bra strap from her shoulder and pleasures engulfed Erina when Soma waste no time to cup her breasts. He sweeps his thumb over her nipples playfully, "you don't know how much I've missed playing with this."
"Oh," Erina gasp when Soma flicks his tongue over her left nipple and then follow with sucking the stiffening flesh, drawing it into his wet, hot mouth. "Soma," Erina tried to calm her erratic breath but fail miserably. Dainty hands move over his back and shoulders and Erina's jerky movement tell Soma that she's as desperate as he feel.
"Mmm," Soma hummed, still damn playing with her nipples, mouth sucking, teeth grazing, teasing with his tongue. "Is this making you wet?"
Always a damn tease.
"Oh, God," Erina pant as he rest her on the bed.
Soma continues to keep working with his mouth until she's gasping. "Why don't you find out how wet I am," Erina rasps because it seems she can't think straight or find her voice at all.
Holding Erina around the waist, Soma kneels and frantically yanked her underwear down.
And...
It's a fucking big mistake.
Erina is still lying, her legs spread open and Soma are struggling for control. "Nakiri, you are fucking beautiful." Soma can't take his eyes off of Erina's sweet glistening entrance. Grazing his fingers between her opening, Erina succumbs to the touch by bucking her hips and whimpering. He gently race his other hand back up her leg, lifting it to rest on his shoulder before having a taste.
At the first brush of his tongue, Erina have to bit her lip to stop from making noise because what's Soma doing to her, holy mother of God. So. Fucking Good. The way he takes his time to circles her clit with his tongue, then licks in a soft slow stroke drive Erina absolutely wild.
"You like that?" Soma raised his head and he's pretty sure that he never glimpsed anything sexier than the sight of her widespread legs and the way her chest panting heavily.
"Oh my God," Erina moans because she didn't expect it in addition to his teasing tongue, he slides two fingers right off the bat inside her. The wave of pleasure almost makes her come right there.
He honestly can't take the sound of her moans. Fuck it, I have to have another time to lick her pussy and have her mouth on me.
Erina whine as Soma's finger become excruciatingly leisure, she want more. Before she can ask, Soma sit upright and quickly disposes of his short and then he was naked.
"You didn't wear anything underneath," Erina said breathlessly.
"It's redundant," he grinned.
Drawing a breath, Soma eases forward, positioning himself. But, Erina caught him off guard by gripping his shaft into her opening, showcasing her alluring red nails on full display. The sight is too erotic for Soma to handle, he nearly shoots off before even entering.
Impatient, Soma guide the head towards her, then he curses, "condom." It was unlike him to forget wearing protection. Usually, it's second nature to Soma like putting on his white headband before cooking. He must be the one who's impatient now. He flings his arm over the side of the bed and check the drawer, hoping that this five-star hotel comes with a complimentary condom because fuck him if there isn't.
And it's not there. Right. the bathroom, there might be some there. But he hates the thought of leaving the bed, leaving Erina cold and waiting.
Suddenly, when he's about to go, a soft touch landed on his arm. "Soma," Erina said warily. "I have some implant on me, and I'm religious about my doctor appointment…" Erina swallows, not realizing she's been squeezing Soma's arm.
Soma pauses, like really look at her violet eyes, looking for something, anything like a sign that this is real. That this is not just some parralel universe he created out of his own imagination.
"It's okay. I want you to come inside me." Erina's cheeks flush red as she admits it and prays that Soma would break the silence. Just please say fucking anything!
Erina continue to squirm under him, covering her face with her hands in the process. Dying out of embarrassment. She can't believe she just suggested that out loud, her. With a clumsy movement, Soma hover over her and removed her covering hands and met with eyes as big as a saucer, looking so vulnerable it's almost a sin not to take up on the offer.
"Don't tempt me, Nakiri. You have no idea how much I want to do that," Soma finally answered. His voice is hard, strained, and clipped like he's trying to take control of his own body and mind.
On the other hand, Erina steeled her gaze, opening her legs wide, easing forward to cradle his knees. Her hand reaches out to grip Soma's shaft and rubs it.
Soma shudder. Fuck. Everything seems so monumental. So confusing.
He's clean he knew that and he won't be stupid enough to accuse Erina to have anything. Like she said, she's religious about her doctor appointment and Soma clearly have only been sleeping with her ever since they started this stupid thing.
He grip his cock and guide it closer, nudging her opening, capturing her moan with his mouth as she stretched for him. "Ah, it felt…God, it felt so good," Erina groaned. Soma never felt this good either. He feels like sweat is freezing on his skin because he's concentrating so damn much. When he was fully inside her, he clenched his jaw, straining against the raw sensation. She felt so warm, so wet and so fucking good.
"Nakiri," he tries to even out his breath. "Fuck, I forgot that you have the tightest pussy in the world," he said, just above a whisper as his mouth moves down to her jaw.
Erina lightly raises her eyebrow, needing an interlude to get used to him being fully inside her. "Oh, are you comparing me?" She said, challenging him but her expression is amused.
Soma looks into her eyes, her flushed cheeks, and the thick blond hair fanned out behind her. She paints the sexiest picture Soma ever seen. "Nah, I prefer a bossy blonde over anyone," he continued to nuzzle back into her neck. "One in particular who has a pair of amazing tits," he continued down taking her hardened nipple into his mouth, "Curves in all the right places," his hand starts to slid down to tease her clit, "And particularly this pussy who's always so damn ready and eager for me."
She chuckles. "You have the dirtiest mouth."
Erina moves her hips and as Soma rocks in response, he quickly grit his teeth, "Hold on, I need a moment. Why do you feel so good inside? Quick, talk about anything!"
Erina burst out into laughter. "Like what?"
"Anything - I won't hold much longer if you didn't say anything," his voice came out strained and foreign even to his own ears.
Erina eyes glint in amusement, feeling ecstatic that her body is the root cause of all his distress. "There was one time I miss the feel of you inside me, so I bought a new lingerie. Black and yet sheer in the right area, can't believe I'm telling you this but I wore it to bed and I -"
"Nope! Not that!" Soma pants, releasing a few ragged breath. "Just be angry at me or whatever,"
Erina's body is shaking from all the laughter. After a while, she teasingly changed her expression to scowling.
"Why are you still kissable even when you have that annoying look? What are you even thinking torturing me like this?"
"Your unread emails."
Now it's Soma's turn to laughs. "You still hate that, huh?"
"Very."
Flight tomorrow morning. A private chef gig in two months. Check the supplier email about the fish. Follow up with the health inspections back in New York. Fire alarm.
"Good, think I'm okay now. A very smart choice indeed to mention my pile of unread responsibilities."
As they both adjusted to each other, Soma starts to move, pushing him deeper inside her, dying to go slow and make it last but painfully aware, considering the situation, that he won't last that long. Erina's shaky breath and whimpers make Soma sink even farther and when he hits a certain spot, Erina moans so loudly that the deaf could hear.
Erina's breathing gets choppier. "Stop teasing me,"
Soma reaches between them again and presses a finger to her clit, rubbing it. "Do you think this is me teasing?" he rasps in her ear.
Erina squeezes her eyes shut, hips rising to meet his hurriedly thrust and keep saying his name, urgently. "Oh my god. I hate you, touch me more."
Soma knew she was at the edge so he took charge of their rhythm, thrusting up into her with smooth, deep strokes.
She whimpered, closed her eyes and, "Soma…Ah…I'm close…"
Her exquisite expression drove Soma crazy. "Let me feel it," and after two thrust, Erina cried out, tightening around him, pulling him deeper inside. Not long after, Soma groaned, coming so hard his vision wavers. They moved together, gasping and riding through the aftershock.
After they both recovered, Erina can't help but wonder how funny the world plays at her, one day she was telling him that his dish is disgusting and finding everything about him irritating and now she's currently being spooned by the said guy and she didn't mind. At all. Life is so freaking weird sometimes.
Erina nestles all her body against Soma's and nuzzle in closer. Eventually, she murmurs. "How long are you staying here?"
"Just until tomorrow,"
Erina nodded in understanding. "Where to?" she rolled towards him, curling for warmth.
"Nepal." He grinned up at the ceiling while casually stroking her side boob, eyes twinkling with delight. "I'm coming along with Tsukasa and Rindou-senpai. They ask me to be a guest on their show, and I always wanted to go to Nepal, I mean, what the hell do people eat there?"
"You've nibbled."
"True, I nibbled the edges sure, think China and India supposed to heavily influence their food, huh? Still, it'd be nice to taste it firsthand."
Erina drags her body to rest atop Soma's and pushes his bangs back, caressing it. "For how long?"
Soma thought this over. If he's not mistaken, Rindou-senpai said that it could be a month. They plan so meticulously to learn about the culture and food. Soma can hardly contain his excitement but there's something odd about what Erina asked. He wasn't sure. Maybe there's something different in her tone? Because it sure as hell sounds like someone who worries. "Around three weeks," he answered nevertheless.
Erina is not sure about her feelings, but, she was so caught up in the moment by staring at Soma's golden eyes while running her fingers through his hair, that she starts speaking before she can even stop herself, "be safe, okay? I hear winter in Nepal is ruthless," she paused, caught off guard by her own words. She quickly takes Soma's arm and shakes it in emphasis, "AND DON'T FORGET TO WEAR GLOVES!"
Despite her yelling, Soma understood the message. Loud and clear.
Without delaying, Soma gives Erina soft, tender kiss, the one that takes both of them by surprise by how much feelings in there.
"I…" Man, he sucks at this.
He wanted to say thank you. For today, for giving him warmth, and yet he puts his lips in a thin line. There is so much to say and nothing at the same time.
"It's okay, I know." Erina assured, draping her body over Soma's chest as she leans toward the other side to pick up her - ehem - his, t-shirt.
Soma can't resist to fondle her boob and start suckling on it. "What time you need to wake up again?"
Erina shiver and pushes herself back. "What do you think you're doing, young man?" She fight to jump over him but the struggle is futile because he sits abruptly and capture her in a big warm hug.
Erina cackles as his hand start to grip her waist and tickling her. "Stop that," she breaths, still trying to reach the t-shirt.
Soma continue to tickles her mercilessly. "Do you care for another round?"
She stretches even more, still determined about getting the t-shirt when she feels the bulge against her stomach. "It's ridiculous how you can get hard already,"
"Who wouldn't? Look at you," he twirls her hair, holding her gaze with such tenderness.
"No, seriously, who died and and made you a smooth talker?"
Soma laughter boom across the room. He concluded that the best thing about Paris was definitely her.