Chapter 197: Rogue Eyelash

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Skip Beat, for if I did, Kuon's nightmares of Rick would eventually become a distant memory.

A nightmare jolted Kuon awake and had him gasping for air as he willed his racing heart to slow down. The horrible dreams he used to have of Rick's accident had been surprisingly non-existent since his return to LA, a fact not lost on Kuon. Since the moment he began sharing a bed with Kyoko, he had been sleeping better. Her presence calmed and healed his broken soul better than any shrink he saw after Rick's accident ever did.

His stomach clenched. A gut reaction to waking up under such duress as he blinked his eyes open. Tilting his head down, he immediately identified the culprit that prompted the horrific vision. Kuon gulped as his gaze raked over the contoured muscles and silky skin of his delectable girlfriend's thigh slung over the very spot that haunted his dreams.

The weight of her leg pressing down on his overfilled bladder had triggered one of those dreams he used to have as a kid. This time around he was grown and stuck in LA gridlock traffic ready to explode. A quick search of his vehicle declared that there was no empty beer bottle or bucket for him to alleviate himself. By the time Kuon got to his destination, he was running at full speed to find a bathroom. He finally found one, letting out a satisfying groan as he drained his bladder of its contents.

Somehow his body recognized the sensation and the call of Mother Nature bled into his reality. It had Kuon struggling to keep from wetting the bed. Using the dim lighting from the fairy lights twinkling in the canopy, Kuon tried to lift his head gently to peer around the delectable leg slung over him and determine if he had just treated his innocent girlfriend to a golden shower. He had to bite back a moan since his movement had stirred Kyoko, something he was trying to avoid. The heat of her soft enticing body brushing against his side distracted him from his plight as his arousal began to wake.

Between his hard-on and his need to piss, Kuon was in a bind as he tried to scoot his girlfriend from on top of him without disturbing her sleep. He cradled her head with his free hand and struggled to shimmy his other arm out from under her.

Sweet merciful baby Jesus, have pity!

He wasn't a religious man but the feel of her pebbled nipple pressing into his side had him praying to all that was holy to give him the strength to keep his hands to himself. It took a few minutes and a whole lot of silent prayer, but he managed to get himself free. The soft moan escaping from between her lips intensified his need growing down below. Kuon lifted his head slightly to check out the thigh hooked over his hip.

"Fuuuuccckkkk!" He cursed under his breath at the sight that greeted him.

Removing her leg was going to be a little more complicated than he thought as the mushroom tip of his one-eyed Willie peeked above the plane of his girlfriend's sexy leg in mock defiance. Kuon dropped his head back onto the silk pillow and counted to ten while weighing his options. He could try to go back to sleep and ignore his screaming need to piss like a racehorse or…

Kyoko shifted beside him, making him hiss in both pain and pleasure. The knee digging into his gut was a not-so-friendly reminder that his need was imminent and would be occurring if he didn't act fast. That was a sure-fire way to wake up his girlfriend and keep her awake while they changed the sheets. He would be mortified if that was the end result. His only other option was to mentally talk down his erection.

"Down boy," he commanded, hissing at his dick. The cheeky bastard twitched in response. He had no choice but to depend upon his age-old mantra. It had been so long since he had to succumb to such extreme measures, easily recalling the words he often recited when he needed to regain control of his libido after any brush with Kyoko, big or small. Now was not the time to reminisce about the lewd thoughts he often had when he used to pine over the woman that was now his girlfriend.

Don't get him wrong, he still had an arsenal of dirty thoughts on the daily when it came to her. Now he could act on them to his heart's content, with her permission of course. Absent-mindedly, Kuon's fingertips caressed the smooth skin draped over his torso. Feeling his dick spasm had him snatching his hand away and closing his eyes to focus on the words that would liberate him.

Old unattractive men! Yashiro in drag! Mom force-feeding me her cooking. Old unattractive men! Yashiro in drag! Mom force-feeding me her cooking…

Kuon sighed with relief as the appalling thoughts swimming in his head stemmed the blood flow pumping to his groin. He glanced down at his dick and noticed it was no longer visible above her leg. It wasn't flaccid by any means, but it gave him a chance to break free.

With his mantra on repeat, it took an act of God for him to lift her leg off him and peel away from her tempting heat. Kuon was instantly regretful by the loss of her warmth as he finally managed to roll off the bed. He stood beside it like a creepy pervert, holding his breath as she settled back into the covers. The sound of her soft snores reassured him that she was still asleep.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Kuon groaned internally, realizing that he had left his contacts in all night. He headed to the bathroom, his footsteps treading soundlessly on the floor without a sound.

The glow of the night lighting integrated into the woodland-themed bathroom was enough for him to see what he was doing. He headed into the little room that housed the toilet and did his business. Without fear of waking up Kyoko, he moaned loudly from equal parts relief and pain from sporting a semi. His bladder drained for almost a full minute, a personal record for him as he leaned a hand on the wall for support.

When he was done, he flicked on the main light to wash his hands and remove his contacts. A glint of something black and shiny caught his eye in his reflection, stuck just under his arm. With a yelp, he swatted at it, thinking it was some kind of bug or leech. The spidery-looking thing landed in the washbasin, unmoving and possibly dead.

The idea that he had just killed an innocent creature weighed heavily on his heart until he took a closer look. He was no entomologist, but as a person that had spent most of his youth and free time as an adult exploring nature, Kuon was confident that this thing was unlike any insect he'd ever seen around here or anywhere else. He gingerly picked up the unidentified object by one of its spiny legs between the tips of his fingers and brought it closer for inspection. It took him a moment to determine what and where it came from. Glancing up at his reflection, Kuon held the dark fluttery crescent-shaped thing up by the corner of his eye. It was an eyelash, albeit a fake one, but an eyelash nonetheless. If this was stuck to him, it could only mean one thing. Kyoko had fallen asleep without removing her makeup as he did with his contacts.

Ever since he had made that comment about her skin breaking out by prolonged use of makeup back on the Ring Doh set, she had been adamant about her skincare routine. Knowing his girlfriend, she would be upset in the morning after realizing she still had her makeup on. For a brief moment, Kuon contemplated cleaning her face while she slept. He'd like to consider himself stealthy but doubted he could pull off wiping her face without waking her up.

Kuon resigned to let it go and finished removing his contacts. He pulled on a fresh pair of boxer briefs and returned to the warmth of Kyoko, hoping the added layer of material would keep his little head in check. It lasted for all of ten seconds before spooning his girlfriend from behind became too hard for him. He turned away, releasing her before his roaming hands could arouse her.

Unable to fall back to sleep, Kuon's gaze fell on the script for his audition later that morning. The familiar knot of anxiety began forming in his belly as he thought about everything that could go wrong. Images of his past failures had doubt coiling around his heart. As he moved his hand to clutch his chest, it brushed against Kyoko's back, sending a shock wave through his body. The minor contact was enough to jar him out of his spiral of misery. For a moment, he stared at his girlfriend. The back of her head was the only thing visible above the blanket. Unbeknownst to her, she had once again saved him. After over six years of hiding and working tirelessly abroad to reach his goals, he was finally in a good place to move forward. It was stupid of him to get trapped in the past.

Looking at the script again, he skipped over it and reached for his phone. He had done all he could to prepare for the audition. If he failed later today, it would not be the end of the world. There would always be more opportunities in the future.

Kuon figured that if he couldn't sleep, he would work. He opened his inbox to find many unread emails waiting for him. The most recent messages were from colleagues and acquaintances commenting on the pictures that Yashiro posted of the music video. Kuon scrolled through, barely glancing at them before moving on. In the past, Ren would have responded, thanking each of them for their thoughtful words. Kuon wasn't in the mood to waste his time right now or ever. He did find a couple of emails that warranted his immediate attention and got to work.

After replying to a few of them, he stumbled across one from Fuji that included attachments. He spent the next five minutes ogling pictures of his luscious girlfriend in various states of undress. It didn't last long since his overactive imagination and healthy libido kept conjuring up sexy images in his mind. Naturally, he had to change his phone's wallpaper to one he found of them staring, lost in each other with the California sun setting in the background. It was perfect.

The clock on his phone told him it was still too early for him to be up. He put down his phone and tip-toed out of bed to his bag, retrieving several sheets of washi paper, a pen, and his notepad from it. He sat at Kyoko's little desk and began scribbling notes. He knew exactly what he wanted to write first.

I love how you're always here for me, even when you don't know it.

As if knowing he was thinking about her, his girlfriend made a cute sound in her sleep, making Kuon stop writing to adore her. It sparked the inspiration for his next note.

I will never tire of listening to the adorable sounds you make in your sleep.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed while he wrote, but he was very productive. Kuon was folding up his third crane when sounds from the bed caught his attention. His head came up, smiling in her direction. It wasn't his first time hearing Kyoko mumble in her sleep, but he always found it adorable. Suddenly wanting to hold her, he focused on putting his supplies away so Kyoko wouldn't accidentally see them.

"Corn," his childhood nickname sounded strangled in her sleep. She's dreaming of me! His heart and his dick soared at the thought that she could be having one of her erotic dreams again. He held his breath waiting to hear more. He stamped down his minor disappointment when she remained quiet and continued his task, tip-toeing back to his bag to put everything away.

"Corn, don't leave me," she whimpered loudly, freezing him in place.

What he thought was a pleasant dream was quickly becoming a nightmare to his ears. He abandoned his supplies on the floor and slid into his side of the bed pulling her into his arms, her back to his chest, securing her in his embrace.

"You can't die," she cried into the pillow as tiny sobs shook her body.

"Shhh, I'm here," he cooed into her ear, pushing back her hair and kissing her temple softly. Kyoko twisted in his arms, her nails gripping tightly as if he would disappear. He could feel the fear radiating off her as she wailed into his chest. Kuon recognized the same behavior from the night before. Cedric's attack had affected her more than she let on and it broke his heart to see the love of his life hurting this way.

"I promise, baby, I'm not going anywhere. Not even death can keep us apart," he murmured assuringly, continuing to rain gentle kisses on her face while stroking her hair. His lips made contact with her tears and his heart clenched. All he wanted to do was make her pain go away.

"What can I do, baby? It hurts seeing you like this…" Kuon croaked as a lump formed in his throat making it difficult for him to speak.

"Hold me," her teary voice cracked.

"I'll never let you go," he rasped, squeezing her tighter against him, careful not to overdo it with his strength. Several moments ticked by before her tears subsided and the tension left her body. Kuon continued whispering soothing words and rubbing her back. At one point he thought she fell asleep so he closed his eyes to join her when his lids grew heavy.

No more than a minute had passed, when his eyes popped open from tingling sensations rippling through his body. Kyoko nuzzled against his neck, her hot mouth leaving a trail of hot kisses until she reached his pulse. His body shuddered at the contact and a deep moan escaped his lips. Desire coursed through him as his heart raced with every swipe of her tongue and every suck of her lips.

"Baby," he gasped. The torture of her tantalizing mouth made it difficult for him to hold back. His free arm pulled her tightly against him cupping her ass, her core settling against his now full-blown erection while the hand trapped under her slid up to her nape, encouraging her to continue.

The thin fabric of his boxers did nothing to shield him from wanting her when she bucked her hips and whimpered against his neck. His chest swelled with relief now that the mewling sounds she made were from pleasure and not pain. Wanting nothing more than to take control, Kuon held back, letting her dominate him as she sought her pleasure.

"Kuon," she moaned erotically, rubbing herself against the length of him.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, thrusting his hips in time with hers. "Come for me, Kyoko."

Panting, she pulled away from his neck, her voice rising with her frantic movements, letting him know that she was nearing the precipice of her climax. Kuon's fingers dug into the supple skin of her ass and ground his erection against her clit making her gasp. There was no penetration between them this time. Just some good old satisfactory dry-humping that brought back delightful memories of their beginning.

Kuon fused his mouth with hers wanting to taste her while she tumbled over the edge. Swallowing her moans, she came apart in his arms. The beautiful sight of her undoing had him grunting with a powerful orgasm of his own.

He held her until they both returned to earth then headed to the bathroom to clean up. After changing into clean boxer briefs, Kuon returned with a warm rag and several makeup wipes. He figured now was his chance to remove some of the makeup from her face especially after her crying. Kyoko was already fast asleep with a contented smile on her angelic face with one very notable eyelash slightly fuller than the other. The revelation had him suppressing a chuckle while he gently cleaned her up without waking her. He left her lashes alone, knowing it would no doubt wake her up if he even attempted to tug it off.

Kuon slid into bed, the lightheartedness of Kyoko's falsies forgotten, concern for his girlfriend etching between his brows. Pulling her firmly against him, Kuon made a mental note to have a proper talk with her tomorrow, or was it today. Either way, he needed to make sure that she was going to be okay.

AN: Thanks for always sticking with me. I didn't get far at all on RenKyo's day *facepalm*. It started with an eyelash and once my mind went there, I had no choice but to see it through. I hope you guys enjoyed it anyway!

Thank you for reading and the reviews of the last chapter. I HEART you all!

Until next time, Happy Holidays!

XoXo

~K