I was procrastinating working on my fanfics by writing my book, but now I'm stuck on that, and need to start a new fanfic to use to procrastinate working on my book. no brain power, only porn.

Chapter 1:

Every time she had almost forgotten his name, Sho Fuwa managed to disrupt Kyoko's life in new, unforgiving ways, and today was the rule, not the exception.

His back was to her when she came into her dressing room, but it was him without a doubt. She could almost sense him before she even walked in. His ego alone filled half the room, and the rest was, well, she wasn't quite sure, a mix of white-hot-rage and the fumes from his hair gel, perhaps? Whatever it was, it was suffocating enough. He shouldn't have been there. It was her dressing room! Where did he get off acting like he had any right to be there?

"Hasn't anyone ever taught you how to knock?" She said to his back, her voice thick with vitriol. Sho, however, didn't react to the sound of her voice. His back was firmly facing her and he didn't even seem to register that she was there. God, it drove her up the wall! Not only was he in her dressing room, he was ignoring her as if she were the odd one out in the environment. Fury burned its way up her throat like bile. She lurched from her place in the doorway and slammed the door shut behind her. She stomped her way around him so that he had no choice but to face her, but she stopped short when she saw what was in his hands.

He was hunched over her bag, having clearly gone through it. But Kyoko didn't even have the chance to process her anger about this, because in his hand was her necklace, no, not her necklace, Ren's necklace.

She had kept it in her bag for safe-keeping, it would have been too conspicuous around her neck, yet it didn't do her a bit of good. Sho had it in his hand already, and she had no idea how she could talk her way out of this. There was nothing she could say that he would believe. That it was a good luck charm? Why couldn't he have just given her a clover or a rabbit's foot instead of the necklace that he wore every day.

Maybe she could muscle her way out, put down his defenses with raw indignance? "What the hell, Fuwa? Are you just sitting there, rifling through my things? You have no class" Her voice didn't have the bite that she wanted it too. He had caught her off-guard, and her mind was a complete blank.

"Why," he started carefully, clearly restraining himself from something. "Do you have this?"

"My necklace?" Kyoko feigned innocence, but she cursed her body for betraying her as a slight heat crept into her cheeks. The thought of something of Ren's being hers just the same warmed her inside. She saw a bit of anger flicker through his eyes and knew that her traitorous heart had given her away.

"Your necklace?" he pressed.

"My necklace," she assured in response.

"This," he took decisive steps forward to punctuate each word. "Is not your necklace," he had nearly closed the distance between them. She backed away from him until her back hit the edge of the vanity, and he closed her in. "It's his"

She felt a bit of sweat bead up on the back of her neck. She was acutely aware of the fact that he had her entirely trapped. Unless she thought she could hit him hard enough to knock him on his ass and run away, she was stuck here until the conversation was over. She had to talk her way out of it. "You're being ridiculous!" No use denying that it was the necklace he always wore, even an idiot like Sho could easily find something like that out online, and he clearly already knew. He leaned in toward her a little more, and, out of sheer desperation, Kyoko climbed backward to sit on the edge of the vanity, to place a few more precious inches between them. "It's just a replica, you can buy them online." This was true, of course, Kyoko had looked it up once so she was ready to pull that information out in case she ever needed to get out of this very situation, though she had always imagined it with someone less stubborn.

Sho took another little step forward until he was against her shins, again as close as he could possibly get without embracing her. "Kyoko," he growled. "We both know that that's not true. Why do you have his necklace?" He said it with such certainty that Kyoko felt hopeless even denying it. Knocking him on his ass was sounding like a more and more viable solution by the moment.

But when she reared up her leg to kick him back he again stepped in and closed the distance. Without her knees in front of her blocking the way, he was able to step into her entirely, making his body flush against her own. Her body betrayed her again as her core tightened within her at the sensation. Her skin felt hot against his own and she instinctively wound her free leg behind his waist in response to his touch.

Shit.

She unhooked her leg as soon as she had latched on, her senses returning to her after the brief wash of pleasure had passed.

"What are you getting yourself into?" Sho asked her in a low, gravely voice, gripping firmly onto her hips to bring her fully to the edge of the vanity, leaving no space between them. Kyoko pressed her hands onto the table and lifted her hips slightly, to allow him to move her more freely. She looked at the way that a blush spread across his face as he craned his neck down slightly. She realized all at once that he was making a move to kiss her. Her senses had returned to her fully by now and she thought to press his hands against his chest to stop him from leaning into her. She stopped him just short of kissing her, but couldn't push him any further away. Their faces were still inches apart, their breaths intermingling. She held her hands firmly against him in case he tried to lean in again, but he didn't get the chance.

Their small, intimate moment of flushed flesh and scarce touches was interrupted by the sound of the door latch clicking open, and the sight of Ren standing frozen in the doorframe.