Chapter 105: Love Notes

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Skip Beat, for if I did, Kyoko would receive notes from a secret admirer...ahem...Ren.

Kuon smiled with his eyes closed and tightened his arms around the love of his life. She wasn't tired or fearful of him after last night. He couldn't help himself after she told him of the love confessions she got at school yesterday. While she recalled her day, he instantly picked up on the reactions of her costars, making him feel bitter. He knew something like this was bound to happen and was glad she had good friends and her father around to protect her where he couldn't. He had wanted to give her body time to recuperate after their first night and felt guilty about his lack of control. A little of his jealousy seeped through, leaving him with a strong desire to imprint himself upon her. Kyoko wasn't fazed by his roughness and met him head-on, both seeking to fulfill their base desires for one another after a long day apart.

"What are you doing, baby?" He whispered, his voice thick from sleep. He rolled to his back and pulled her warm body to lay on him. He groaned with unabashed pleasure as her silk-covered breasts pressed against his bare chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied innocently, showering his jawline and lips with soft kisses. She had woken in the middle of the night, instinctively reaching for him. When she couldn't go back to sleep, she lay there quietly, watching the miracle that was him as he slept, unaware that she was creeping on him. When she could no longer just watch, her curious fingers began tracing the contours of his muscles, but soon that was enough. Her need to taste him again triumphed over her need to sleep. Soon her mouth followed her fingers, leading up to the moment he woke. Kuon smiled and opened his eyes a tiny slit to glimpse the nymph that had stirred him from his deep slumber with her sweet caresses.

"You don't do you?" Kuon teased as he ran his hands slowly up her back, then down her ass, stopping at her thighs. He gripped the back of her thighs and pulled up to spread her legs apart so she was straddling him. Desire filled his core as he rocked his hips, rubbing his erection against her heat.

"Mmmmm…." Kyoko moaned, sitting up and resting her palms against his firm chest. She arched her back and rolled her hips to meet his when he bucked up against her again.

"You still don't know?" Kuon purred, his hands traveling up her thighs over her hips and slipping underneath the blue silk camisole she wore to bed after their quick romp last night. His hands palmed her breasts and squeezed. He traced lazy circles over her nipples with the pad of his thumbs until they pebbled and thrust his hips again to meet her rocking.

"Ahhhhh...Kuon." Kyoko's body trembled with need as she rubbed her clit against his hardness.

"So, are you going to tell me?" He asked, releasing her breasts and gripping her hips to push her down against him while he circled his hips up to grind against the mouth of her arousal. He lifted his upper body so he was now in a sitting position and caressing her neck with his lips.

Kyoko tried to think about what he was asking her but all she could focus on was the warm feeling he was invoking within her.

"I may or may not have been trying to seduce you in your sleep," she admitted, wrapping her arms around his neck and devouring his mouth with hers. She slipped her tongue into his mouth without hesitation, entwining it with his. They exchanged slow, lazy kisses until the heat around them intensified, becoming more demanding. The quiet room filled with their slurping sounds and soft moans. Kuon released his arms around her and broke their kiss just long enough for him to yank her top off. Kyoko gasped as the cool air assaulted her nipples briefly until the heat of his body engulfed her once again. Kyoko wrapped her arms around him and fisted her hand into his hair while their mouths melded together again. Kuon's hands were back on her breasts, rolling and tweaking their crests, each caress sending hot jolts down her spine.

Kuon moved one hand between her thighs and thumbed her sensitive nub through the silk of her underwear.

"Kuooonnn," she moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. She lifted herself on her knees and rocked her mound against his hand, begging for more of his touch. From this angle, Kuon tilted his head down and closed his mouth over a rosy tip. His hot tongue swirled and sucked on her nipple. He licked and nibbled the little pebble causing her to cry out in delight.

Kyoko's whole body shook in his arms, making Kuon moan around her breast. He had learned early on that her breasts were sensitive and made it a point to give them extra titillation. He pulled her underwear to the side and slipped a finger inside, penetrating her sweet warmth. Kuon groaned as her hot slick walls closed around his finger, sucking him in.

"Fuck, baby, you're still so tight," he whispered, pulling off her breast and leaning his head against her chest. He could hear the sound of her rapid heartbeat as he plunged his finger in and out of her.

"More...want more….Kuon!" She gasped out, bucking her hips in perfect timing with his hand. "You...in me!"

"Not yet, baby," he denied before moving his mouth to tongue her other nipple. They had time; he wanted to draw out their pleasure for as long as he could.

"Please…," she pleaded. Happy to oblige, he slid another finger inside her and increased the speed. With ragged breaths, her nails dug into his shoulders as her climax built.

"Kuon!" She gasped. Her whole body tightened and then exploded. She rested her head on his shoulder while her orgasm racked through her body. He continued to stroke her until her trembling stopped. She stayed like that for a few moments, content, panting into his shoulder, unable to move just yet.

"Do you want to go back to sleep? It's still early," he asked, his voice husky from the exertion of chasing her release. He wanted her so badly, but there would always be a next time for them.

"Mmmm," she moaned into his shoulder and shook her head no.

Kyoko finally found the energy to move off him and rummaged through the bedside table. She couldn't find what she was looking for in the dim light. Are we out? She switched on the lamp and found what she needed. Kuon was already lying on his back, boxer briefs removed, and stroking himself while he waited for her to return.

She returned the Emperor's wicked smile with one of her own. "This is our last one. My pill won't be effective until next week."

His hand stopped mid-stroke. "I can get more. I mean...if that's what you want, or we can wait until you're ready to try again," he stumbled, unsure if he was being too presumptuous.

Kyoko smirked. Too cute! He was always so sure of himself, It was a nice change of pace to see him flustered. "Oh, I'm sure I'll be able to keep my hands off you until then," she teased.

"Come here, you little minx!"

She squealed, laughing when Kuon yanked her to him and kissed her passionately. His hands roamed over her body until they hooked on to the silk material now drenched with her sweet nectar and peeled it from her flesh. It took less than half a minute until they were burning out of control for each other again. He tried plucking the condom out of her hand, but Kyoko was too fast.

"Let me try," she smiled impishly and pushed him on his back. Kuon gulped, his eyes never leaving her as she slithered down his body and between his legs. His breathing became shallow when she took his hard cock gently in her hand and placed a soft kiss on its head. He nearly stabbed her in the eye with impatience at the gesture causing Kyoko to giggle.

"Sorry," he said in a strangled voice as a blush crept to his cheeks.

She kissed him again and swirled her tongue over the top, eliciting a groan from deep within him. She loved the power she had over him when they were like this. The sounds of pleasure she evoked from him always gave her the confidence to continue. She licked the length of his shaft from hilt to point, then sucked in his tip. It took all of his willpower to keep his hips still and not thrust into the depths of her throat. He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and let out another tortured groan.

I have to be dreaming. It was still difficult for Kuon to believe that his sweet little Kyoko had broken through his barrier of resolve and initiated this last level of intimacy in their relationship. She had given him her most precious gift that he vowed to cherish always. Sex with her was incredible and intoxicating; he couldn't get enough of her. He thought his need for her would subside if he had her at least once. Kuon couldn't have been more wrong. When his mind was idle, she pervaded his mind until he could think of nothing else. He was more in control of himself this go around, the feelings of anxiousness long gone, brushed away by the sweetness of her love. He was leaving it to her to take things further; otherwise, he might scare her away with all his perverted thoughts. They had the rest of their lives to explore each other in various ways.

"Baby, please! You're going to be the death of me," Kuon begged, tilting his head down again to look at her. Fuck, she looked so damn hot with her sweet lips wrapped around him.

Ignoring his pleas, Kyoko took the length of him into her mouth and sucked him as deep as she could, then pulled back slowly, twirling her tongue against him the whole way out. She repeated the motion several times until he was panting and trembling to her satisfaction. It was only fair that she returned the favor after all. Kyoko got on her knees and ripped the package open. She laid the condom on his tip like she'd seen him do and rolled it down to cover every centimeter of his splendor.

Kuon looked it over to make sure it sat right. As much as he wanted her to bear his children, he wanted to be selfish and have her all to himself for a little longer.

When Kuon gave her the okay, Kyoko straddled his hips and rubbed her slit against his length, coating him in her arousal.

Kuon squeezed her thighs, desperate to be inside her. He held his breath as he watched her take hold of him and ease herself down centimeter by agonizing centimeter until his dick was fully sheathed within her.

Kyoko moaned with pure satisfaction. Her body shuddered as she stretched to accommodate him. There was no longer a burning sensation, but the sense of fullness remained. I'm getting used to him. Her heart fluttered at the thought.

"Kyoko! You feel so good..." Kuon husked, trembling beneath her as she lifted away from him only to slowly sink back down on his lap until her ass rested on his thighs. He groaned in divine pleasure while she surrounded him with her slick wet heat. His hands ran over every centimeter of her body he could reach. Her neck, chest, shoulders, arms, up her back, and down, finally resting on her hips, grinding up as she came down to take him deeper. He loved her on top, taking point and setting the pace, riding him like the strong warrior woman she was. In this position, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her; she captivated him.

Kyoko's whole body flushed red, but she continued to move slowly on top of him, her palms splayed out over the tight muscles in his chest for leverage. His green, eager eyes bore into her, watching her every movement as she rode him. She willed herself not to turn away from embarrassment and met his stare. She loved this man. His heady gaze gave her confidence to pleasure them both.

As if reading her thoughts, he whispered, "I love you," without breaking eye contact.

Kyoko's eyes widened then she smiled and responded in kind. She gyrated her hips when he was fully seated within her, then leaned forward and captured his mouth in a heated kiss that made her toes curl. Kuon wrapped his arms around her waist and drove himself up inside her. Kyoko's fingers tangled in his hair, speeding up her thrusts. She pushed herself back up and rode him hard and fast until Kuon sat up, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and forcing her to slow down. He wanted to draw out their pleasure for as long as he could last, which wasn't long. He was on the verge of blowing his load at the pace she set.

"You're going to make me come, baby," he growled, trying to steady her hips.

"Isn't that the point?" She teased but slowed her hips, taking languid strokes.

Kuon kissed her smart mouth. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled gently. Their hips continued to rock against each other while they played their kissing game of lick and tug. Kuon's hands strayed from her hips to her chest and cupped her breasts.

Kyoko moaned erotically into his mouth, increasing the speed of her hips again. She could feel her climax building.

This time Kuon didn't stop her; instead, he increased the speed of his thrusts to match her new pace. He was at his limit.

"Ah...Ah...Ku-on." She buried her face into his shoulder and bit down. Kuon didn't know if he groaned from pain or pleasure.

Her mewlings spurred him on. He was close. She was close. In one fluid motion, he flipped them so he was on top and she was beneath. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate deeper into her hot pulsating core.

Kyoko felt delirious from the sudden change in position. One minute she was up, and the next minute she was down. Once she got over her vertigo, she hooked her other leg around his waist and bucked her hips to meet his thrusts.

"Uh...Kuon," she could feel the tension building inside her again as desire swept through her body. "More!...Harder!"

Kuon groaned to do her bidding as he tunneled into her: harder, faster. His breath became harsh in the room as sweat broke out at his temples and his upper lip from the exertion. Judging from her voice, he was hitting a sensitive spot deep within her.

She screamed his name feeling weightless, her body stepping off the edge of the earth. Her vision blurred and her body spasmed as her orgasm rolled through her body in wondrous waves.

Kuon's movements did not cease until he reached his release. He gasped out her name and then collapsed upon her. He rocked his hips slowly as he continued to pulse within her flesh, shooting the last of his cum into the condom. He stayed buried inside her until the tremors in his body ceased, then rolled to his side, pulling her with him to unburden her of his weight. It took every ounce of energy for him to pull out of her warmth and clean them both up. Finished, he tugged her into his embrace and marveled at how well she fit against him. They both dozed until the alarm sounded, alerting them to start their day.

"One second, sweetie," Tadashi told his daughter while he answered his phone.

"Morimoto speaking."

"Morimoto-san, it's Mogami. Do you have some time so we can talk about the case? I prefer this done in person due to sensitive information, but it shouldn't take longer than ten minutes of your time. I can ask you over the phone if you are free."

"Mogami-san, are you in the office right now?" Tadashi asked, scanning the surrounding area outside the car windows.

"Yes, why?"

Kyoko's eyes went wide with shock. He was talking to her mother.

"Please hold on. If it's quick, I can stop by the firm." Tadashi checked his designer watch and covered the mouthpiece of the phone. He directed his driver to head for the Viride General Law Office.

"I'm in the area. I'll be there in a few minutes." With a few more words exchanged, he hung up the phone. He could already see the building down the street. What timing!

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I have to meet your mother for a few minutes. Since we're over an hour early, I thought it would be okay. You can stay in the car if you'd like. I promise not to be too long."

Kyoko looked down at the outfit she was wearing. They were on their way to her drama shooting for Rika, so she was dressed in character as much as possible. Although she already got the part, she had learned from the Momiji auditions that first impressions were important. They were over an hour early and didn't mind the detour. Her mother would not approve of the outfit she chose today. She was more grunge than rocker chic with her ripped-up fishnets, studded combat boots, a pair of side lace-up high-waist leather shorts, and a shredded cropped tee of an American grunge band. The black leather jacket finished off the outfit.

Nope. Her mother would not approve at all. Kyoko would have opted to stay in the car, but she was curious about the case. Her father had told her just this morning that the negotiations for Kimiko's plea deal took place yesterday. It wasn't quite set in stone, but she should be leaving Japan soon. Kyoko could only breathe a sigh of relief from that information. If her mother was calling, maybe something went wrong.

"We're here!" Tadashi announced when the car pulled up to the curb. "I'll be right back."

"If it's okay, I want to come with you."

"Of course, this does concern you after all."

Kyoko stepped out of the car, prepared to face her mother. Saena had to understand that her costume was necessary for her line of work.

Kyoko squirmed under her mother's scrutiny. The Mogami river between her eyes deepened as she glared at her delinquent-looking daughter with her dark makeup and offensive outfit standing in her office's prestigious lobby.

She pursed her lips in dissatisfaction but said nothing as she led them to a conference room down the hall. Tadashi gave his daughter an encouraging wink before following after her mother.

Kyoko was the last to enter the conference room and was astonished to find Susumu seated at the table.

"Hello, Kyoko-chan. I wasn't expecting to see you as well but, I'm so glad you are here," Susumu greeted with a warm smile. This would explain why Saena opened the door in a foul mood. His wife could be so conservative sometimes.

Kyoko bowed politely and greeted the man who recently became her stepfather, "Hello, Todoh-san. Please, forgive my intrusion."

"Nonsense, you're always welcome," he greeted casually, leaving the invitation open for her. "Please take a seat. Do you two need anything? Water? tea?"

"Nothing for me, thank you. Kyoko?" Kyoko shook her head, declining the offer, and took the seat her father held out for her. "We are on our way to Kyoko's latest project. Mogami-san said this wouldn't take long."

"Oh! That's amazing. Are you playing a rebellious teen? You have this whole punk rocker vibe going on." Susumu commented, waving his hand toward her.

"Yes, I'm actually playing a musician, and I will be singing. I'm trying to channel my character with this outfit before getting on set."

Saena cleared her throat from her side of the table. "This is an actual job offer? You aren't impersonating that Setsuka Heel character?"

"Yes, for this drama. I've been signed on for two episodes. It isn't much, but it has allowed me to tap into my hidden potential."

"Do you plan on pursuing a music career also?" Saena prodded her daughter.

"Music has always been Sho's thing, so I never gave it much thought. Right now, I want to focus on acting."

Saena nodded her approval. Her scowl receded, knowing her daughter was in costume because she took her work seriously. She would have to give the President another tongue-lashing if she was doing something under the guise of Setsuka Heel and not getting paid for her work.

"Anyway, since we're short on time, I wanted to ask, Morimoto-san," she turned to Tadashi. "Where are you with the American case?"

Kyoko's ears perked up at American; they had to be talking about Rick.

"Well, I have a detective at the Los Angeles Police Department doing his investigation on the side with approval from his superiors. The problem remains that the evidence collected is all circumstantial; without a confession, he can't reopen the cold case."

"I can't guarantee a confession, but I hope to drag one out of her while she's on the stand," Saena replied thoughtfully. "If I manage to get her to confess, I think it would be best that the American detective is present to hear it firsthand. If I fail, perhaps he can think of it as a nice vacation."

Kyoko hoped her mother could pull this off. She wanted justice to be served for Rick. On that fateful night, only one life was lost, but many lives were changed forever. They were slowly putting all the pieces back together. It was a small consolation and it would never be the same.

"I'll see what I can do," Tadashi promised, standing from his seat. "We have to be on our way. Thank you both for your hard work."

Kyoko bowed and left with her father.

…

Kento slammed his phone down in exasperation. He dropped his head into his hands with his elbows propped on his desk. Fuck! He rubbed at his eyes, frustrated by the turn of events. He thought he was done with her part of the case! Now he had to deal with this new bullshit. The plea deal he had just negotiated for Kimiko was about to fall through unless they threw more money at the Korean bureaucrat. It was extortion! All they were trying to do was take advantage of Kimiko's mother's dual citizenship with South Korea for her to be extradited and serve her time overseas. This was the problem with bribing corrupt people; it was never-ending.

He picked up his phone again and dreaded making the next call. It needed to be handled quickly and delicately before the Japanese judges got wind of this predicament. They could easily reject the whole thing, sending them back to square one and negating the deal altogether.

"Jiro, it's Kento. We have a problem!"

Jiro looked up from his phone and peered at the sleeping figure of his daughter. She was finally home, safe, sleeping in the room she had since they first brought her home from the hospital two days after her birth. It resembled nothing of its original splendor. The whole room was remodeled to accommodate her new living arrangements. All electronic devices and dangerous objects were removed from the room including picture frames. If Jiro could find a way, using his vast imagination, to turn something into a weapon, it was removed. That left the room bare, except for the hospital bed, sitting area, and empty desk. All writing instruments were deemed hostile objects.

He left the room to take the call and locked Kimiko in behind him. He told himself it was for her own good as he walked away guiltily.

"Kento, are you there? What's wrong?" Jiro asked, taking his seat behind the desk in his study. Kento went into a tirade, filling Jiro in on the phone call he had regarding their plans to move Kimiko out of the country.

"I don't think this is plausible anymore. The man has become a liability. He's unpredictable and greedy. He may keep coming back for more money and even that may become not enough. Are you willing to take that risk? If he is dissatisfied in any way, you could go to jail for bribing an official. Prison here is a cakewalk compared to Korea. If the deal is not signed, I can still submit an amendment. She can serve her time at that private institution in Sapporo. Her cosmetic surgeries would have to be placed on hold until her sentence is up. She won't be denied medical treatment either. I'm sure we can work something out with the doctors to our advantage."

Jiro sighed heavily as he weighed his options. The logistics of his idea to relocate Kimiko to South Korea were flawed from the beginning. He was trying to bring in too many unknown variables to make this deal happen. All he wanted was to get her out of Japan so the public would forget about her and she can heal in peace. The daily phone calls from reporters wanting to interview her on the incident were grating on his last nerves. He was grateful the actress chose to keep the story quiet for now. His best bet was to follow Kento's advice. He wouldn't be able to help his daughter if he was behind bars himself. The downside to all this was she would have to live with the burn scars until her sentence was up or maybe the rest of her life if a plastic surgeon was unable to fix her in the future.

"Jiro, are you still there? Hello?"

"Kento, make it happen. I will apologize personally to the judges and the other lawyers for the trouble. Follow the law to a T. We're going to stay in Japan. I'll start making arrangements for our relocation to northern Japan. At least it's far from Tokyo."

"Roger!"

Kyoko sat next to her father and read the script for today's drama for the umpteenth time. She scribbled little notes on the side to help portray her version of Rika. She had yet to meet the director, but after talking to Matsushima and Ruriko he seemed to be a reasonable fellow and allowed the actors freedom to flesh out their characters. Kyoko silently prayed that she could please him with her acting. She had practiced running her lines with Kuon last night and rediscovered that he was a monster when it came to acting. He had managed to adopt all the subtle differences in facial expression, body language, and voice when portraying a female character.

"How do you do that so easily? You could play a woman!" Kyoko gushed with excitement.

"Yeah, I'll make one hell of a convincing tranny," Kuon joked.

"Tranny?"

He spent a good ten minutes of their practice time explaining to her the uniqueness of transgender individuals.

The quiet car suddenly filled with the sound effects of fairy dust magic. Kyoko apologized to her father for not silencing her phone. She was glad it happened here and not on set. Reaching into her side pocket, she moved to pull out her phone only to find something obscuring it. She lifted an intricately folded crane from her bag and twirled it in her hand. How did this get in here? Did he fold this? She pulled out her phone to read the text from her boyfriend.

R: Short break. I just wanted to say hi! I learned this new one. *Cute Face Emoticon with heart eyes and kissy lips* Did it work?

He included an image of a puppy with large round shiny eyes. So adorable! Just like Cain!

K: It worked. It's so cute!

R: I'm glad! Have a great day, Babe!

Ehhhhh? He didn't mention this crane.

K: Is this you? She attached a picture of the crane.

R: You found it!

K: Thank you!

R: You're welcome! Got to run! *kisses*

K: Love you! *kisses*

R: Love you more! *hearts*

She lifted the paper crane to admire its geometric shape.

Wow, he really folded this well.

A small script on the underside of the wing caught her eye, unfolding me. Unfold me? She shook the paper, wondering if anything was hidden inside. She heard nothing. Kyoko wanted to text him back but could not bring herself to bother him while at work. Deciding to follow the direction, she began the meticulous process of unfolding the crane. She wasn't worried about ruining it since she knew how to fold it back to its original form. She turned it over, and her heart filled with warmth while she read his short note: I know you will crush it today! Good Luck! I love you! ~ Forever yours, K.

"Something good?" Tadashi asked.

Kyoko nodded, her smile brilliant. "He wrote me a note."

"There's something to be said about handwritten notes from your loved one," Tadashi commented, a forlorn expression on his face.

Kyoko caught the sadness in his voice and remembered the letters they found while snooping through his apartment. She wanted to ask him if he had someone waiting for him in the States but thought it too personal a question.

As his daughter, shouldn't I be curious about these things?

"Father, do you have anyone special in your life back in the States?" Kyoko asked, finding the courage to get to know him more personally

Tadashi smiled warmly and shook his head. "No, not in the States, but I have someone special, and she's sitting right next to me."

Kyoko smiled shyly. He was being silly, but his response warmed her heart.

"It would be nice to have someone to come home to at the end of a long day. Maybe someday I'll meet someone that will compliment me. Until then, I'm perfectly content."

Kyoko's smile spread, reassured that her father was indeed happy with her. She texted her boyfriend quickly to thank him and spent the remainder of the drive refolding the crane to its original state. She would have to add this to her treasure box of items from Kuon when she got home.

AN: Thanks for sticking with me! My pervy mind got carried away as usual, but I hope you enjoyed it. I had some discussion with my buddy Sgt. Inu (she's a law student) which had me rethinking my Kimiko strategy. I, unfortunately, don't know Japanese law. I'm making most of this shit up with lazy research and whatever I have planted in my brain from movies and such. Forgive me! If you see any glaring mistakes feel free to correct me!

Thank you for reading and reviewing. I appreciate your thoughts.

Until next time, ja ne! ^_^