Boys Over Flowers Fan Fiction ❯ Late For Dinner ❯ Late For Dinner ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: I don't own Hana Yori Dango.

 

AN (5/27/07): I would like to ask those reading to please keep in mind the rating as this is a Lemon, rated NC-17. That being said, the characterizations in this story are based upon the Hana Yori Dango manga, Volume 36. :) Partly beta read by LB.

 

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Late for Dinner

A Hana Yori Dango Lemon

By Maho-chan

 

 

 

The city streets were crowded and the traffic was almost at a standstill. Tsukasa stared out the window at the overcast sky and impatiently drummed his fingers on his knee. It was supposed to snow; his secretary had reported the weather forecast had said to expect flurries later that night. Watching the passerby on the sidewalk moving faster than his car, Tsukasa frowned, wishing that he could get home.

 

Tsukushi was waiting for him.

 

Absently running his fingers through his hair, Tsukasa closed his eyes. He felt his heart beat a little faster at the thought that he would be seeing Tsukushi soon. He was so glad she had decided to come to New York to stay with him for the short winter vacation from Eitoku University. He had missed her so much, between working for his father, studying for university classes and living alone, Tsukasa had felt thoroughly and utterly drained.

 

But then she had come to stay and life had become fun and exciting again, the two of them happily sharing the large hotel suite he lived in.

 

Unbuttoning his suit jacket and loosening his tie, Tsukasa stared ahead and contemplated how so many things had changed between them. These days they still argued as they always had but they had also become much closer in many ways, both of them ardently wanting to be together.

 

Smiling goofily, Tsukasa looked down at his knee, absently picking off a piece of lint and thinking about how their closeness now included making love. Each time they had come together had been incredible.

 

He adored how Tsukushi often became bashful and embarrassed before they made love. Tsukushi always resisted him in the beginning only to hold him closer and closer in the end. She was the strangest mix of uncertainty and suppressed passion. It was always such a challenge to coax down her defenses enough so that she would come to him openly. But when she finally gave herself to him it was amazing.

 

Tsukasa loved how Tsukushi's lips felt against his. He was fascinated by how she kissed, tentatively at first and then harder as the passion built between them. He relished the sound of her voice during passionate moments and loved when she said his name with urgency. He felt so complete and contented every night that he held her in his arms.

 

Sleeping with Tsukushi every night made Tsukasa so happy, but also made him realize that another day with her was over and that their happy times together weren't permanent just yet. Their experiences during this visit were wonderful but also slightly tinged with the bittersweet understanding that they would soon be separated again.

 

Their two weeks together had been too short. In only a few days, Tsukushi would be on a plane heading back to Japan and he would be alone again. Once again Tsukasa wished he could make time move faster so that he could finally return to Japan and to her for good.

 

Secretly, Tsukasa wished he could ask Tsukushi to forget Eitoku University and come to live with him in New York. But he knew all the reasons why he shouldn't and couldn't ask her again. She would just end up saying no and they would fight. And he was tired of fighting about it.

 

If only she would change her mind…

 

As a car honked its horn, Tsukasa turned his thoughts to the here and now. Tsukushi was waiting for him and at this moment was probably getting dressed for their dinner with his sister. She was most likely fretting over her outfit, sizing herself up in the mirror and making that cute face she always made when she was trying to figure out if something looked good on her.

 

Or maybe she wasn't fully dressed yet and was rummaging through the closet while still in her underwear, talking out loud to herself like she sometimes did…

 

Starting to feel aroused, Tsukasa leaned forward to evaluate the traffic ahead. Why was the car going so damn slow? Glaring at the back of the driver's head, Tsukasa tried to calm himself.

 

Thinking about and wanting to make love to Tsukushi wasn't going to help him now, and besides, because of their dinner date, they would probably have to wait until later that night. So he needed to think of something else and drive the thought of her on her hands and knees looking for her shoes, the strap of her bra falling off the curve of her shoulder…

 

He really had to stop this.

 

Taking a deep breath, Tsukasa thought about the test he had coming up in one of his university classes and the various contracts he was working on for the Domyoji Corporation.

 

It didn't help.

 

Distracted by remembrances of the way Tsukushi had held him that morning as he was leaving for work; Tsukasa leaned back and took a deep breath. She had whimpered and whispered his name after he had kissed her goodbye. And as he looked back at her once before stepping out the door, the image of her bare shoulders and her small form barely covered by the sheets and dwarfed by their huge bed was enough to keep him distracted through all of his morning meetings.

 

Stirred by his thoughts, Tsukasa fidgeted and glanced around him, looking for a distraction.

 

Baseball, basketball, dogs…he had to think of something else. Reaching for his briefcase, Tsukasa opened it; pulled out a report he was working on and stared blankly at it, not noticing that he was holding the report upside down.

 

The desire to kiss and hold Tsukushi arose unbidden again and Tsukasa stifled a groan.

 

He wanted to go home!

 

Barking an order at the driver, he promised the man a full week off if he could find some way to get them out of the horrendous traffic jam. Miraculously, moments later the cars began to move, and as they sped towards the Maple Hotel where Tsukushi waited, Tsukasa focused on some indistinct point and willed himself to calm down.

 

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Meanwhile…

 

“Give me back my bag! Stop!” A frantic chase through central park had yielded no success in stopping that thief who stole her purse.

 

“Hey lady, watch where you are walking! This is a street you know!” The cab driver had shouted without remorse as he had angrily gestured at Tsukushi who was looking down in shock at her drenched clothes.

 

“I'm sorry I don't understand what you are saying. I can't help you.” And no one she asked had seemed willing to help her as she wandered the streets afterwards trying to find her way back to the Maple hotel.

 

Still caught up in these thoughts, Tsukushi sighed tiredly as she turned off the shower and began running a bath. It had been a hard day.

 

When Tsukushi had left that morning for a day of sightseeing and shopping, she had no idea she would spend it agonizing over future decisions as well as contending with the dangers of the New York streets.

 

She hadn't known that Central Park was so large or ever imagined that she would have gotten lost there. She must have been more absorbed in her thoughts than she had realized, Tsukushi thought. Everything would have probably been fine, if only that guy hadn't stolen her bag or that puddle hadn't been right near where she was walking…

 

Shivering a little as she recalled the cold water from the huge puddle that had completely drenched her clothes as a taxi had driven through it, Tsukushi hoped that she could finish her bath before Tsukasa arrived. If she hurried he would be none the wiser.

 

Stepping into the tub and wincing as she bent her legs that were sore from all the walking she had done, Tsukushi submerged herself slowly, noting that the bathwater was the perfect temperature.

 

Closing her eyes, Tsukushi thought about Tsukasa. He would be back soon, calling for her in his loud, commanding voice. Tsukushi smiled wryly and then sighed as she remembered that in a few days from now she would have to return to Japan…

 

To her quiet apartment, university classes and part time job, all of which added up to the many long, lonely days that she spent missing Tsukasa so much.

 

Shaking her head to clear it, Tsukushi immediately pushed away her sad thoughts and focused on finishing her bath. Now was not the time to worry and agonize, she had to get ready for dinner. She'd think about going back to Japan later.

 

Tsukushi decided to take a few more moments to soak in the tub with the understanding that she would get out of the bath very soon. She had plans with Tsukasa tonight. And she knew that if Tsukasa found her in the bath when he got home, he might suspect that something had happened to her today and question her about it…

 

Or he might get other ideas…

 

Eyes widening as she imagined his angry face when he learned what had happened or what he might do if he found her in the bath and got certain other ideas, Tsukushi grabbed a nearby washcloth and began absently rubbing her arm with it. They would never make it to dinner if she didn't get out of the bath before he came home, they would either argue or…

 

Or he'd want to spend the whole night in bed…

 

Tsukushi's gaze wandered to the container of birth control pills that lay on the bathroom counter and she flushed with embarrassment after instinctively calculating whether or not she had taken them on schedule. She had…but now was not the time to be thinking about this!

 

However, try as she might, Tsukushi was unable to stop imagining Tsukasa's body pressed over hers as he covered her with fervent kisses, his hair soft beneath her fingertips as she held him closer and closer to her as he…

 

He…

 

:Geh:

 

Tsukushi rubbed her face with her palms and took a deep breath as she tried to stop thinking about their bodies entwined atop the smooth coverlet of the bed; the only sounds his groans and her cries.

 

No matter how tempting these imaginings were, it was still early in the evening and they had promised to go out to dinner with his sister. Tsukushi nervously played with the washcloth and began to take a mental inventory of what she would be wearing, where they were going and how they would get there. She took more deep breaths with the hope that the flush in her body would subside. Deciding that she should hurry up, Tsukushi rubbed her thigh vigorously with the washcloth.

But as the warmth of the bathwater seeped into her weary limbs, Tsukushi began to relax in spite of herself. She was awfully tired from her day. And surely she hadn't been bathing for that long. Maybe she could rest for just a moment. Leaning back and submerging herself in the bathwater up to her chin, Tsukushi sighed contentedly and lost track of the time.

 

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After what seemed like forever to Tsukasa, the car finally pulled up to the front of the Maple hotel. Tsukasa impatiently fidgeted as he waited for the doorman to open the car door and scowled when it took too long. Bounding out the door and striding quickly into the hotel, Tsukasa headed for the nearest elevator and got in.

Tsukushi was a mere 100 floors up…

 

Turning his key in the special keyhole on the elevator console that was reserved for the penthouse suite and punching the button for the 100th floor, Tsukasa cursed inwardly.

 

Was it too much to ask that the elevators go faster? Thank goodness he was alone; he didn't think he could stand having to deal with another person taking precious time away from the elevator's ascent by requesting a stop at another floor.

 

Tsukasa stared up at the line of numbers that indicated which floor the elevator was passing.

 

20, 24, 30

 

As he watched each number slowly light up, Tsukasa vowed that in the future he would arrange the installation of high speed elevators in all of the hotels the Domyoji Corporation owned.

 

35, 45, 50

 

And in that future, just to be safe, he would move to a place where he could live comfortably with Tsukushi on the ground floor so he wouldn't have to go through this agony again.

 

85, 95, 100

 

As the elevator bell sounded and the doors opened on his floor, Tsukasa strode out the door and into their huge suite. Looking around at the living room and finding it empty, Tsukasa moved towards the bedroom. Opening the closed door, Tsukasa found the bedroom empty as well.

 

Where was Tsukushi?

 

Feeling frustrated, Tsukasa almost shouted for her. But he paused as he heard a small splashing noise coming from the direction of the bathroom. Walking towards the slightly ajar door, Tsukasa slowly pushed it open to reveal the object of his affections relaxing in the huge porcelain bathtub. Leaning against the door frame, Tsukasa quietly watched Tsukushi as she sat in the tub with her knees pulled up.

 

Tsukasa's expression softened and he smiled to himself.

 

Admiring the curve of her bare shoulder, Tsukasa thought about what he might do next. Should he announce that he was standing there? Or should he surprise her by stealthily approaching her and giving into the urge to press a kiss against her soft skin?

 

Contemplating her, Tsukasa made up his mind.

He should definitely surprise her, announcing his presence wasn't going to be nearly as enjoyable as seeing her surprised expression.

 

A small sound echoed in the expansive bathroom and Tsukasa ached as he realized what it was. Tsukushi was humming to herself. And even though he couldn't see her face, Tsukasa knew she was smiling. She was always so happy these days. And for that matter, so was he.

 

Again, Tsukasa yearned to ask Tsukushi to stay with him. But in the back of his mind, he knew what conclusion they would come to after having another one of those discussions. And he didn't want to waste any of their precious time together being unhappy when they could enjoy each other's company. It was obvious that he would just have to wait things out.

 

But in the meantime…

 

Tsukasa slowly crept into the huge bathroom. The steam fogged up the mirrors, the air was humid and warm. Crouching behind Tsukushi, Tsukasa almost laughed aloud as Tsukushi clasped her hands together and made water shoot out from between her palms. As Tsukushi sighed, Tsukasa gave in to his craving and bent his head to kiss the back of her neck.

 

“AH!” Tsukushi cried, jumping a little in surprise. Turning to look him, Tsukushi glared and exclaimed “Domyoji! You scared me!”

 

Tsukasa caressed her shoulder blade and then kissed it gently. “Yo.” He said, arching an eyebrow at her. Taking in her form that was barely covered by the bath water, he said. “You look nice. You should dress like that more often.”

 

“Dress like what? I'm not wearing anything!” Tsukushi exclaimed, grabbing the nearby washcloth and tossing it at him. Tsukasa laughed and ducked as the washcloth flew past his head.

 

Tsukushi blushed and covered herself with her arms. “Stop looking at me.”

 

“Why shouldn't I look at you?” Tsukasa asked, tilting his head and caressing her arm with his fingers. “I've seen you before.”

 

“Still, I don't want you looking at me now.” Tsukushi responded, as she batted Tsukasa's fingers away and blushed even more. “You should go. I can't finish my bath while you are here.”

“Why not?” Tsukasa queried, reaching for her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm. “You can finish, I won't bother you.” Tsukushi stared at him.

 

She pulled her hand away and said firmly. “Domyoji, I have to finish my bath.”

 

Nonplussed, Tsukasa rested his hand on her knee, rubbing a little circle there with his thumb. As she looked down at his fingers, he moved his hand under her knee and pulled her leg out of the water to place a kiss on her calf.

 

Tsukushi gasped and whispered. “Tsukasa.”

 

Tsukasa raised his eyebrows and replied “So now it's Tsukasa huh?” Tsukasa leaned in. “Yes, Tsukushi?” he whispered before giving her a warm lingering kiss. As he broke away, the deep blush on her face made him grin with satisfaction.

 

“D-don't get any ideas!” Tsukushi sputtered nervously.

 

“But you called me Tsukasa.” Tsukasa said gleefully.

 

“It didn't mean anything!” Tsukushi insisted as Tsukasa stroked his fingers along the inside of her calf. She gasped and reached forward to stop the movement of his hand. As Tsukushi shifted her body, the movement caused the bath water to lap against the sides of the tub and Tsukasa suddenly realized that the timing of her nightly bath was a little out of the ordinary.

 

“Hey, why are you taking a bath now?” Tsukasa wondered “You usually don't bathe at this time.”

 

Looking embarrassed, Tsukushi paused for a few moments, weighing her words before replying. Tsukasa waited and after she didn't speak, asked in serious voice “Did something happen to you?”

 

Tsukushi looked away trying to decide what to say next. He wasn't going to be pleased with her answer. Should she tell him the whole story? Or should she try to distract him with other banter?

 

“MAKINO!” Tsukasa said loudly, fed up with waiting.

 

Startled out of her thoughts, Tsukushi quickly replied. “After I went shopping, I wanted to walk through Central Park. But I got lost and decided to walk home. On my way here, a taxi hit a puddle and it splashed all over me so I decided to take a bath.” Tsukushi gestured nervously and hoped that he wouldn't think that what happened was too serious.

 

Tsukasa's eyes widened as he listened to Tsukushi and took in what had happened. Putting two and two together, he leaned closer and contemplated her with a serious look on his face.

 

“What were you doing walking around by yourself? Didn't I lend you a car? And didn't I give you money and a phone? Couldn't you have caught a taxi and asked them to take you to the Maple hotel?” Tsukasa demanded, realizing that Tsukushi could have gotten hurt wandering around New York without a clue as to where she was going.

 

His concerns were confirmed when Tsukushi looked even more embarrassed and replied “I got lost and couldn't remember where the car was. And you did give me money. Someone stole my bag including the cell phone.”

 

“WHAT!” Tsukasa yelled, upset that Tsukushi had somehow gotten into trouble again.

 

Glaring at her, Tsukasa stood up and growled “I'm hiring you a bodyguard.”

 

Feeling determined Tsukasa made up his mind to call his secretary NOW. He was serious about hiring a bodyguard that he could trust to keep Tsukushi out of danger when he wasn't around. He couldn't stand the idea of her being harmed. It was enough that he was struggling with her leaving soon. To add worrying about her safety was just too much to bear. Standing up and going to make the phone call, Tsukasa was stopped as Tsukushi grabbed his wrist and held it firmly.

 

“But I don't want you to hire me a bodyguard. Everything turned out fine!” Tsukushi said defensively as Tsukasa gave her a dark look.

 

“No, it didn't.” Tsukasa said angrily. “You could have been mugged or worse.” Visions of what could have been worse than having her bag stolen immediately came to mind. Tsukasa clenched his fists. He wouldn't let any of those things happen to her!

 

“Stop! You don't need to do this!” Tsukushi reached over to cover his hands with hers. She had known he would react badly. But why did he have to get so angry? Sure it had been scary being pick pocketed and getting lost but she had made it through just fine.

 

Feeling suddenly irritated with Tsukasa's anger and rising to the challenge, Tsukushi glared back at him. “Stop overreacting. I can take care of myself!” She said indignantly as he continued to glare at her from above.

 

“No you can't!” Tsukasa said loudly, his voice reverberating around the bathroom. “You could have been…” Crouching down next to her, Tsukasa held her shoulders and stared at her intensely “Damn you Makino!”

 

Tsukushi tried to push his hands away. “Let me go! Why are you so mad?”

 

“Do you have any idea what the hell you are doing?” Tsukasa said in a low voice, his eyes locked on hers. “Do you?”

 

“What am I doing?” Tsukushi asked, staring back at him and frowning unhappily. “All I did was tell you what happened!”

 

“Makino.” Tsukasa started “I am going to protect you even if I have to watch you myself. And if anyone even dared to…” Tsukasa narrowed his eyes and let go of her shoulders and turned away from her. “I would…”

 

Tsukushi felt her anger subside as Tsukasa stared off into space, with a sullen expression on his face. He wanted to protect her. As impossible as he was being right now, he really cared about her. And she did appreciate it in spite of feeling indignant at being treated like a piece of glass. Deciding that arguing with him was getting no where, Tsukushi sighed and whispered

 

“Domyoji.”

 

He inclined his head towards her, but didn't meet her eyes.

 

“Domyoji.” Tsukushi said again quietly, this time reaching out to grab his hand. Rubbing his fingers and trying to soothe him Tsukushi tugged at Tsukasa until he turned towards her again. Tsukushi put Tsukasa's palm to her cheek and closed her eyes. Tsukasa gazed at her, his expression softening.

 

“Don't be upset.” Tsukushi whispered. “Everything is really fine.”

 

“Is it?” Tsukasa mumbled, rubbing his thumb against her cheek. “Are you really okay?” He asked in a gruff voice. As the tone of his voice changed, Tsukushi ached as she realized how much he worried. When he got angry and yelled she sometimes forgot that underneath his stubbornness and forcefulness that he felt so deeply towards her.

 

Tsukushi turned her face to gently kiss his palm. “I'm fine.” She replied quietly.

 

“Good.” Tsukasa said “I wouldn't want to lose you.” He whispered, meeting her eyes. Tsukushi gazed back at him overcome with emotion.

 

:I wouldn't want to lose you, too:

 

They stared at each other intensely then, the tension building in the silence that ensued. Tsukasa gave in first, placing his hands on either side of Tsukushi's head and kissing her deeply. As they broke away, Tsukasa nuzzled Tsukushi's nose with his.

 

Tsukasa lovingly kissed Tsukushi's face as the urge to ask her to stay with him returned. Could they really manage being apart for two more years? He missed her so much when they were apart. And she was still getting into trouble all the time, which drove him crazy with worry. Tsukasa knew that if she stayed in New York with him that everything would be okay…

 

Pausing in his kisses, Tsukasa almost gave in to his yearnings and asked Tsukushi to stay with him for good. He had opened his mouth to say as much when Tsukushi swallowed nervously and looked as though she were about to cry.

 

Closing his mouth, Tsukasa watched her silently. As Tsukushi's eyes filled with tears and she closed her eyes, Tsukasa made up his mind not to ask her again. He really didn't want her be sad or worried tonight. He wanted to see her smile. He'd think about trying to persuade her another time.

 

Tsukasa smiled slightly and pulled away from Tsukushi. “Moron, you don't have to cry.” He muttered as he rubbed the back of her neck.

 

“I'm not crying.” Tsukushi countered, even as she sniffled a little bit.

 

The truth was that Tsukushi had spent the whole afternoon thinking and agonizing about her trip back to Japan in a few days. She had tried and tried to come up with some kind of solution to the whole situation, something that would make it possible for them to stay together but she still hadn't made heads or tails of it. She had come up with one vague possibility but she didn't want to say anything just yet.

 

But when Tsukasa looked at her the way he was looking at her now, with longing apparent in his expression, it became so hard not to blurt out her thoughts. Should she tell him? What would happen if she did? He would probably be so happy. But she didn't even know if what she was thinking could be made possible yet.

 

Tsukushi decided she shouldn't say anything. She wasn't sure what to do yet and if she spoke too hastily he might get his hopes up, only to be disappointed later. And then they would fight about it. She absolutely did not want to fight about it again.

 

Decided upon this course of action, Tsukushi blinked to compose herself and gazed back at Tsukasa intently.

 

“Now what should we do?” Tsukasa said, raising his eyebrows suggestively and trying his best to look unaffected. Tsukushi stared and then suddenly, her pained expression changed to one of surprise.

 

Sensing the meaning in his tone of voice, Tsukushi groaned. “We can't do that. We have to meet your sister! You are such a pervert!” Waving him away as he chuckled, Tsukushi narrowed her eyes and tried her best to submerge her body. Why was he always thinking of that?

 

Tsukushi closed her eyes and hoped Tsukasa wouldn't get any more amorous ideas. “I'm going to soak for a few minutes then get out of the bath so that I can get ready.” Tsukushi said firmly.

 

Ignoring her, Tsukasa glanced down at his watch. “We definitely have time.” Tsukasa said as he stood. It didn't matter to him if they were late for dinner, what mattered to him most at this moment was being close to her. And he planned to be as close as he possibly could be.

 

Shrugging off his suit jacket off, Tsukasa said cheerfully. “Tsukushi…you know, my watch is waterproof.” Tsukushi stared up at him from her semi submerged position. Lifting her chin out of the water and feeling bewildered by the change in topic, she asked “What?”

 

“Waterproof?” Tsukushi said “What do you mean?”

 

What on earth was he talking about? Looking at his watch, Tsukushi furrowed her brow. Gazing down at her, Tsukasa chuckled and said.

 

“Move over.”

 

Tsukushi barely had a moment to register his words, when suddenly he was stepping into the bathtub, clothes and all. “Y-you can't just jump into the bathtub!” Tsukushi sputtered as Tsukasa moved his body over hers, causing the water to flow over the sides of the tub. Tsukushi pushed on his chest as he maneuvered his body so that he was settled between her legs. “Are you crazy?” Tsukushi cried, struggling beneath him. “What are you doing?” Tsukushi looked on in horror as the water ran in rivulets on the floor.

 

“The floor is wet.” She moaned, covering her face with her hands. “Now we'll have to clean it. And we are going to be late.”

 

Tsukasa pulled her hands away from her face and kissed her forehead “Doesn't matter.”

 

“But we have to clean up this mess!” Tsukushi said, looking around her. “And what about your suit?” Tsukushi bit her lip and began to undo Tsukasa's tie. Pulling it off of him and holding it above the water, Tsukushi glared at him indignantly. “Idiot!” she said in a chastising voice, narrowing her eyes. Amused by her annoyance, Tsukasa kissed her deeply, reaching underneath her to pull her up against him. “I want you to call me Tsukasa again.” He whispered. Pressing into her as he kissed her neck, Tsukasa delighted in the softness of her skin.

 

Tsukushi gasped and distracted by his lips, dropped the tie that she had tried to save into bathwater. As she felt the wet tie brush up against her bare skin, Tsukushi let out a whimper of protest.

 

“Domyoji!” Tsukushi said agitatedly, while pushing on his chest and feeling very disturbed by the fact that his clothes were now soaking wet. “Wah! You've ruined your clothes!” Tsukushi cried. Tsukasa ignored her, caught up in brushing his fingertips along the soft skin of her tummy and then moving upwards to touch her breast. Tsukushi squirmed beneath him and gasped.

 

As he nuzzled her cheek Tsukasa whispered in a low voice “Idiot. What do you mean wah? Didn't I tell you to stop worrying? And why aren't you calling me Tsukasa? Tsukushi…” Tsukasa gently sucked on her earlobe.

 

Tsukushi gasped “I don't want to call you Tsukasa.” she mumbled, as she gripped the fabric of his shirt. “Domyoji.” She added for emphasis.

 

Tsukasa frowned and placed his palm on the small of her back, lifting Tsukushi out of the water just enough so that one of her nipples was exposed to his waiting lips. Taking it into his mouth, Tsukasa sucked gently and was rewarded by one of Tsukushi's soft whimpers.

 

“I have to go get ready for dinner.” Tsukushi moaned, even as she twined her fingers into his curly hair.

 

Tsukasa paused in between nuzzling a trail to her other breast to say “No you don't. Now call me Tsukasa.” He gently ordered before he tenderly kissed her other nipple.

 

“No.” Tsukushi said stubbornly even as she pressed her face against his soft hair and took a shuddering breath. “Stop ordering me around.” She complained softly.

 

Tsukasa nuzzled her lovingly and said “I'm not ordering you around.”

 

“Yes you are!” Tsukushi cried out as he licked her delicate nipple.

 

“No I'm not. You are being stubborn.” He said in a low voice, his breathing becoming a little labored.

 

“You are being stupid.” Tsukushi whispered, as he gently sucked on the sensitive point, causing heat to burn throughout her body. Tsukushi let out another shaky breath as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Minutes passed, Tsukasa's lips continuing to torture and comfort her at the same time. Dimly Tsukushi remembered they had been having a conversation. What had they talking about again?

 

After a while, Tsukasa raised his head and carried on with the forgotten discussion. “Well you are being stupid too.” He mumbled as he rose up over her to kiss her lips. Right before his mouth came over hers, Tsukushi asked breathlessly “How am I being stupid?” They kissed deeply and as they broke away, Tsukushi felt slightly dizzy.

 

“You won't call me Tsukasa even though I asked you to.” Tsukasa explained calmly as he cupped her cheek and brushed his lips across her brow. Remembering why they had been arguing in the first place, Tsukushi frowned “But I don't want to call you Tsukasa.” She said firmly.

 

The mood was dampened somewhat by those words.

 

“Why not? You call me Tsukasa all the time!” Tsukasa asked, leaning away from her suddenly.

 

“I don't want to.” Tsukushi said petulantly as she looked up at him.

Tsukasa took offense to those words. “Why are you being stubborn again?” He asked angrily.

 

“But I'm not being stubborn! I don't want to call you that right now!” Tsukushi insisted.

 

“But I want you to call me by my name!” Tsukasa argued loudly.

 

“I don't want to!” Tsukushi repeated.

 

“Makino!” Tsukasa shouted.

 

Tsukushi winced. “Why are you yelling at me?” she asked.

 

“I'm not yelling!” Tsukasa said loudly.

 

“Yes you are!” Tsukushi yelled back.

 

Tsukasa's eyes widened. “Makino, stop yelling at me!” He retorted.

 

“But you started it!” Tsukushi cried.

 

“No I didn't!” Tsukasa replied. He frowned agitatedly and muttered under his breath “Seriously, who fights while doing this?” Tsukushi was about to defend herself again when he sighed and pulled her close to him. “I just asked you to call me by my name.” he explained in a somewhat calmer voice.

 

The hurt that shown through in his voice broke through her annoyance and Tsukushi's gaze softened as she looked at him.

 

“But if I called you by your name you'd never stop. And we can't do this now; we have to go somewhere soon.” She said quietly as she met his intense gaze. Tsukasa was appeased by this.

 

:Crazy woman:

 

He thought as he gently kissed her temple, her cheek and then her lips. Tsukushi responded by tilting her head towards him and allowing him to kiss her deeply. Unable to resist, Tsukasa caressed the back of one of Tsukushi's knees and then moved up to the back of her thigh. Tsukushi sighed into his mouth, her eyes closed and her fingers clutching at his shoulders.

 

Tsukasa kissed the tip of her nose and then lightly caressed the inside of her thigh with his fingertips. “Fine, let's just talk then.” Tsukasa said. “Besides getting lost, how was the rest of your day?” he asked as he continued to touch her gently here and there.

 

In spite of her earlier resistance, Tsukushi leaned back and rested her head on the edge of the bathtub as Tsukasa brushed his lips along her collarbone.

 

“Hmm?” She whimpered as she closed her eyes in pleasure. Tsukasa chuckled “Aren't you listening? I asked you how your day was.”

 

“Oh…It was…fine.” Tsukushi mumbled. Opening her eyes suddenly, Tsukushi tried to push Tsukasa away as she remembered their dinner date. “We need to go!”

 

Tsukasa covered her lips with his and reached between their bodies to touch her between her legs. Gasping into his mouth, Tsukushi moaned as he stroked her pressing deeply into her folds.

 

Closing her eyes, her breaths coming in short gasps, Tsukushi was caught up in the sensation of Tsukasa moving his fingers and gently biting her shoulder. She needed to stop him. And yet…

 

“We could stay here.” Tsukasa groaned, as Tsukushi moved beneath him agitatedly.

 

“I told you, we can't do this now.” Tsukushi cried, as Tsukasa shifted their bodies and carefully entered her with his fingers.

 

“Why not?” Tsukasa asked, moving his fingers slowly in and out and watching Tsukushi's face color with her arousal. Pressing upwards with his fingers, Tsukasa enjoyed Tsukushi's soft impassioned cries.

 

Aroused by her warmth against his fingertips Tsukasa moved to kiss her. Tsukushi tried her best to block his lips with her hands only to cry out when he gently sucked on her finger tips. “But we are going to be late for dinner.” Tsukushi sobbed. “How are you going to explain it to your sister? You still have to get ready and I do too...” Tsukushi paused as Tsukasa moved forward and captured her lips with his. Tsukushi shuddered. In spite of all of her concerns, she wanted him. She was about to give in to her desires completely when Tsukasa broke away and muttered “Okay then, let's go.”

 

Gently pulling his fingers out of her, Tsukasa smiled as Tsukushi gasped, her hips unconsciously following the movement of his fingers.

 

Feeling aroused, Tsukushi sat up and leaned against his chest. “Tsukasa.” Tsukushi whispered in reply.

 

:Finally:

 

Tsukasa thought with satisfaction.

 

Tsukushi closed her eyes and leaned against him, trying to get closer. She buried her nose in his wet shirt and clutched at his arms.

 

Tsukasa smiled over her head, as he rubbed the small of her back. “Let's go. You said you didn't want to do that now.” he said. Tsukushi continued to press her face against his chest.

 

Tsukasa pulled Tsukushi up against him as he stood, making sure to support her body so that she wouldn't fall. Stepping gingerly out of the tub, he helped her out, enjoying how her legs shook and how she gripped his shirt and inhaled shakily.

 

Reaching for her bathrobe, Tsukasa covered Tsukushi up then leaned down to pick her up in his arms. Cradled in his arms, Tsukushi blinked up at him, feeling very aroused and confused. “Are we going to go get dressed?” Tsukushi asked, feeling disappointed but trying not to show it.

 

He didn't answer and instead looked ahead determinedly as he strode into the bedroom. Feeling Tsukasa's body against hers as he carried her, Tsukushi began to regret her earlier protests. Were they really going to go meet his sister now?

 

Pausing before the bed, Tsukasa glanced at the clock on the bed stand. Also looking at the clock, Tsukushi queried again. “I guess we should get ready? It's already 6:00.”

“Yeah, it's time to get ready.” Tsukasa said gruffly. Moving forward, he stopped at the foot of the bed and looked down at her impassively.

 

What was he thinking? Tsukushi wondered, looking up at him unsurely. And what were they going to do now? He had said they were going to get dressed. So why was he still carrying her and staring at her with an inscrutable expression on his face?

 

They gazed into each other's eyes for a moment, as Tsukushi gripped the wet collar of Tsukasa's shirt and he contemplated her silently.

 

And then Tsukasa smiled.

 

“Just kidding.” He said, looking mischievous.

 

“What!” Tsukushi yelled as Tsukasa winced. She struggled in his arms as he continued to hold her. Tsukasa replied laughingly “Tsukushi, stop it, we are going to fall over. I can't hold you when you are moving around so much!”

 

“You idiot!” Tsukushi said shrilly as Tsukasa whistled to himself, setting her down gently so that she was standing next to him. Moving away from Tsukushi for just a moment, Tsukasa pulled down the comforter, and then climbed onto the bed, grabbed Tsukushi by the waist and pulled her onto the bed with him. Tsukushi squirmed and continued to grumble about how Tsukasa was a `moron' who did crazy things like jump into a bathtub with all his clothes on and how there was no way she was going to do `that' with him now that he had tricked her and made her feel confused.

 

Tsukasa settled his body over hers and interrupted her tirade with his lips. Tsukushi whimpered.

 

“Dammit woman, if I didn't get into that bathtub and I didn't trick you we would be in the car right now instead of here where I want to be.” Tsukasa muttered as he kissed her ear.

 

Tsukushi balled her fists against his chest as she was torn between resistance and desire again. Why was he always so confusing? She never knew what to expect from him, couldn't he be normal for once?

 

“Why can't you be normal?” Tsukushi complained in frustration.

 

“Stop recuperating!” Tsukasa ordered, as he pulled aside the edges of Tsukushi's robe to reveal her breasts and then guided her arms around his neck.

“Resisting! You mean resisting!” Tsukushi cried as Tsukasa bent his head to her breasts.

 

“Doesn't matter, just lay still!” Tsukasa said gruffly before taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Sucking on it Tsukasa groaned softly as Tsukushi whimpered and trembled under his lips.

 

Tsukushi moaned agitatedly as Tsukasa continued to press her into the cool sheets of the bed. They had to get ready, Tsubaki was waiting for them! It was too early to be doing this! And his clothes were wet, at this rate the bed would be soaked through. The setting, the timing and the circumstances were all wrong. It didn't matter that it felt good and that she wanted him now. They had to stop!

 

As he edged his lips along the curve of her ear and sucked on her earlobe, Tsukushi attempted to push Tsukasa away. “You're soaking wet!” She protested even as she rubbed her fingers against his skin where the collar of his shirt opened against his neck. He felt so warm. Tsukushi began to unbutton Tsukasa's shirt, still moaning about `ruined clothes' and `crazy perverts like this guy'.

 

He caught her fingers and pushed them away.

 

“Are we going to stop?” Tsukushi inquired confusedly, as Tsukasa reached for the tie of her robe. “What are you doing now?”

 

He didn't answer. Kissing her collarbone, Tsukasa pulled the robe off of Tsukushi before carelessly tossing it to the floor. He then proceeded to kiss a trail downwards, making sure to brush his lips against all the places he knew were sensitive. He was rewarded with more of Tsukushi's soft whimpers.

 

“What do think I am doing?” Tsukasa mumbled. Tsukushi gasped, gripped the bed sheets and tried to roll away from him only to be held still.

 

Pausing at her tummy and enjoying the scent and feel of her soft skin, Tsukasa continued. “I'm making love to you.” He said matter-of-factly. “Why are you fictionalizing now? Why won't you lay still?” Tsukasa asked curiously, as he edged downwards again, his warm breath tickling her sensitive skin.

 

“What?” Tsukushi moaned, caught up in the sensation of his lips against her skin.

 

“You know, moving around so much.” Tsukasa replied, licking the crease of her hip.

 

“You mean fidgeting.” Tsukushi groaned and squirmed underneath him. She covered her face with her hands and continued “I really don't think we should do this now, your sister is waiting. And besides, shouldn't you go dry off? What are we going to do about our bed becoming wet from your clothes? And what about the mess in the bathroom? We have to stop. Now.”

 

“Are you still talking about that? The bed will be fine. And we'll get someone to clean up the bathroom in the morning.” Tsukasa said bluntly, caressing the back of Tsukushi's thighs with his hands and then slowly but firmly moving them apart. “And I don't want to stop.” He said firmly.

 

Placing a kiss on the inside of one thigh, Tsukasa edged his lips slowly upward as Tsukushi gasped in anticipation. “But I really think we should stop.” Tsukushi moaned as she tried to push him away again.

 

Tsukasa paused in his motions and gave her a serious look. “Tsukushi.” He said in a low voice “Should we really stop?” Tsukasa rested his chin on her knee. “If you really want to stop, I'll stop.” Tsukushi stared back at him. Did she want him to stop? Part of her wanted to resist because she didn't think she was ready for this right now. But there was another part of her that wanted him badly…

 

As Tsukasa stroked her leg gently with his fingers, Tsukushi closed her eyes and allowed him to ease her legs apart. Tsukasa smiled. Bringing his head down to her center, Tsukasa gently kissed her. “We'll just do this for a little while.” Tsukasa whispered in between kisses.

 

“But, it's too much…Couldn't we do something else?” Tsukushi moaned.

 

“I don't want to do anything else. I want to do this.” Tsukasa replied before kissing her center again.

 

“Why do you always want to do this? It's strange.” Tsukushi gasped, feeling aroused and nervous. She enjoyed when he did this to her, but at the same time…

 

“No it isn't. It's natural for me to want to do this to you. Now stop fractioning.” Tsukasa said.

 

“Fidgeting!” Tsukushi said loudly.

 

“Fine. Just stop!” Tsukasa replied just as loudly as he caressed her folds with his fingers. As he moved to kiss her center again, Tsukushi closed her eyes and tensed her body. He often did this to her when they made love and she still didn't know what to think about it. It was slightly embarrassing to have his mouth there but also enjoyable.

 

Was it really natural to do this?

 

“You are doing it again.” Tsukasa muttered in a low voice.

 

“Doing what?” Tsukushi asked nervously.

 

Sighing Tsukasa said “Will you please relax? It's not like I've asked you to get on your hands and knees while I…” Tsukasa winced as Tsukushi threw the nearest pillow at his head.

 

Tsukushi cried “Don't say it! Whatever you are going to say don't say it!”

 

“Okay, okay.” Tsukasa said chuckling. “Just relax. I'm not going to do anything you won't like.” Tsukasa kissed her between her legs as she gasped, the warmth of his lips against her center feeling both welcome and nerve wracking at the same time.

 

Tsukushi whimpered, simultaneously wanting to push him away and hold him to her at the same time. She closed her eyes as her body burned with a familiar heat. Was it possible to feel too good? When he did this to her the feelings could be overwhelming, almost to the point of becoming unbearable. And at some point she would end up shaking uncontrollably, forgetting everything but the sensation of his tongue caressing her. Anticipating that release, Tsukushi blushed and tentatively placed her hand on the back of his head as he nuzzled her. What he was doing did feel good…

 

Opening her eyes, Tsukushi pulled her hand away and blinked as her original concerns came back to mind. But there was still the matter of that dinner date! His sister was waiting for them.

 

Thinking that she ought to remind Tsukasa about this, Tsukushi rose up on her elbows. But instead of speaking she was distracted by another brush of his lips against her inner thigh. Looking down at Tsukasa, Tsukushi hazily watched as he kissed her center again. And at the first stroke of his tongue, Tsukushi cried out instead of spoke. Giving into his caresses, Tsukushi whimpered and reached out to clutch at his unruly hair again.

 

Encouraged by how she held him to her, Tsukasa raised his head slightly to meet Tsukushi's eyes as she blearily gazed back at him.

 

“You keep looking at me.” Tsukasa growled, bending his head again and stroking her again with his tongue. Feeling embarrassed, Tsukushi reddened and shook her fist at him “I can't help it; I am trying to figure out why you are so dirty minded and why you like doing this so much.” She said.

 

“Oh? Have you figured it out?” Tsukasa queried before continuing his motions. Tsukushi gasped as he firmly pushed her backwards so that she was lying down again. Staring at the ceiling and trying not to react even as her body betrayed her with growing heat, Tsukushi replied “No I haven't figured it out. Maybe it's because you are simple minded or because you spent too much time around those playboys Nishikado and Mimisaka. Or maybe you normally have strange tastes. You do drink coffee all the time. Why do you do that anyway?”

 

“Makino.” Tsukasa said in between kissing her folds.

 

“Or maybe it's because you are kind of like a beast. You are awfully tall for a Japanese man. That isn't so normal.” Tsukushi gasped and babbled nervously as a familiar pleasurable ache centered on the places he was kissing.

 

“Makino.” Tsukasa paused again, beginning to feel irritated with her banter.

 

“It could also be because you did so much fighting when you were younger and not too much dating. Your tastes could be affected by all those hits. Is your head okay?” Tsukushi said, resolutely trying to ignore the urgent feeling that was growing in her body.

 

“TSUKUSHI!” Tsukasa said loudly, lifting his head. “Dammit, stop talking!” Leveling her with an intense stare, Tsukasa said in a low voice. “I'll tell you why I like doing this. I like when you feel good. It makes me feel good. Now can I continue?” Surprised by his reasoning, Tsukushi blushed.

 

Feeling chagrined, Tsukushi whispered. “That's really why you like doing this? It's not because you didn't get enough variety in your food when you were young?” He really wanted to make her feel good. And here she was trying her hardest not to let him, even though she wanted him too. Tentatively Tsukushi reached out to stroke Tsukasa's hair. Tsukasa caught her fingers and kissed them gently before guiding her hand to grip the sheets.

 

“Silly, of course that's the reason. Stop being so nervous. Just relax okay.” Tsukasa replied.

 

Tsukushi nodded and replied in a small, tentative voice “Okay.” Tsukasa bent his head again and kissed her, using his fingers to part her folds. Tsukushi gasped as he licked a particularly sensitive spot. As the movement of his lips and his tongue quickened; Tsukushi cried out Tsukasa's name and inadvertently tried to close her legs.

 

Feeling encouraged, Tsukasa held Tsukushi's legs firmly and rhythmically lapped at her as she gasped and moaned. Rubbing his palms against the inside of her thighs, Tsukasa coaxed Tsukushi's legs further apart, as she resisted a little, all the while whimpering softly. Patiently, Tsukasa continued, knowing from experience that Tsukushi was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed and recognizing that her overwhelm would eventually pass and lead to her surrendering herself to enjoyment of the experience.

 

Opening his mouth against her, Tsukasa groaned as the taste of her flooded his senses. She tasted so sweet, her flavor intoxicating him and making him yearn for more. Tsukasa thrust his tongue inside of Tsukushi as she writhed and gasped.

 

And then suddenly, the phone on the bedside table rang.

 

Ring

 

Ring

 

“Wait.” Tsukushi said urgently as she batted at Tsukasa's head and tried to close her legs. He led her still as she moaned “The phone is ringing.”

 

Tsukasa ignored her and continued to make love to her with his mouth.

 

“Tsukasa.” Tsukushi groaned and tried to sit up only to fall back against the pillows, weakened by the warm tremors moving throughout her body.

 

The phone continued to ring.

 

“The phone.” Tsukushi cried out, as he brushed his tongue against that particularly pleasurable spot again. Pressing her hips towards his mouth in spite of herself, Tsukushi sobbed. It felt so good.

 

Tsukasa raised his head slightly and mumbled against her center as he kissed her lightly.

 

“So go ahead and pick it up.” Continuing to assault her with his mouth Tsukasa almost smiled as Tsukushi ceased resisting and allowed him to place her legs on his shoulders.

 

But the phone continued to interrupt the passionate moment with each loud ring.

 

“I can't pick it up now.” Tsukushi cried, parting her legs further and turning her head to sob into one of the pillows as she lost herself in his caresses.

 

Ring

 

“Why not?” Tsukasa said pausing again. “Just tell whoever it is that we are busy now.” Bending his head to thrust his tongue inside of her again, he barely listened as she replied.

 

“I don't want to talk to anyone! Who is this calling anyway, its rung so many times!” Tsukushi complained. “Tsukasa.” Tsukushi sobbed covering her mouth with her hand while the other hand clutched at his curly hair.

 

Continuing his motions, Tsukasa was amazed to find that Tsukushi was becoming wetter as she talked about the phone. Surprised by this, Tsukasa continued to kiss her as he considered the possibilities.

 

Something was making Tsukushi even more reactive than usual. Now if he could find out what that certain something was…

 

Ring

 

As Tsukushi surged beneath his tongue, Tsukasa realized that it was the phone. Tsukasa wondered how he might use it to make the experience even more enjoyable for Tsukushi. It wasn't often that she came close so quickly, he usually had spend more time and use more creativity to get her to orgasm.

 

But no matter how fast or slowly she came, Tsukasa loved driving her crazy. It gave him an incredible sense of satisfaction when he made her feel that good.

 

Now, what could he do with that phone?

 

Tsukasa looked up at Tsukushi and smiled playfully, the sparkle in his eyes unnoticed as Tsukushi continued to gasp, her eyes closed in pleasure.

 

“Maybe you should answer it. You could talk to whoever is calling.” Tsukasa suggested before bending his head and caressing her with his tongue again. Tsukushi shuddered and moaned.

 

Ring

 

“But I can't! They will know we are doing this and…Oh.” Tsukushi cried.

 

Tsukasa groaned as Tsukushi's body reacted with her words, this time contracting around his tongue as he penetrated her. So it wasn't just the phone.

 

She didn't want anyone to know.

 

Decided on his next course of action, Tsukasa thrust his tongue into her a few more times then drew away. He rose up, reached out to the bed stand and fumbled for the ringing phone. Noticing this, Tsukushi shook her head agitatedly.

 

“Don't!” Tsukushi hissed, as Tsukasa lifted the receiver and handed it to her. “Talk.” Tsukasa ordered as he pressed the phone against her ear. A familiar voice sounded in the earpiece and instinctively, Tsukushi took the phone from him and said breathily “Hello? Oh, hi Onee-san. Sorry, we got held up.”

 

Tsukasa smiled and bent his head as he pulled Tsukushi legs open with firm fingers. Tsukushi gave him a warning look as he chuckled and kissed her sensitive center. Looking up at her as he caressed her with his tongue, Tsukasa reveled in how she closed her eyes and quietly gasped, suppressing her cries.

 

Enjoying himself, Tsukasa stroked Tsukushi's folds harder and faster. Moments passed, Tsukushi trembling as Tsukasa tasted her.

 

His sister must have asked a question, because Tsukushi said a halting “Yes” in reply. And then she shuddered and covered the receiver with her fingers “Tsukasa.” Tsukushi sobbed plaintively as she reached for him. “Please stop. I can't…” Tsukasa continued, ignoring her. “It's too much.” Tsukushi whimpered.

 

Thank goodness his sister liked to talk, Tsukasa thought Tsukushi started to shake in earnest.

 

Convinced that Tsukushi was enjoying herself, evidenced by her outspread legs and the movement of her hips, Tsukasa brought one of his hands up, using his thumb to caress her in unison with his tongue.

 

And in the next moment, Tsukasa must have done something that made everything complete, for suddenly Tsukushi dropped the phone to the floor as she shook with the force of her orgasm.

 

Tsukasa held Tsukushi still as she shivered and continued to caress her with his mouth until her trembling subsided a little. Still quivering, Tsukushi panted as Tsukasa rose over her and reached for the phone.

 

“Nee-chan? Sorry, Makino dropped the phone.” Tsukasa said in a composed but slightly shaky voice, the result of feeling overwhelmingly aroused. The way Tsukushi had tasted, her cries…

 

Tsukasa's hands shook a little as he began unbuttoning his shirt and easing it off his shoulders. Tsukushi lay back against the pillows and gasped. Unable to resist touching Tsukushi, Tsukasa gently cupped her breast with his palm and ran his thumb over her nipple. As she winced with pleasure, let out a little impassioned moan and reached for him, Tsukasa decided that he needed to be inside of her right now.

 

“Nee-chan, I'm not sure we will make it to dinner tonight, I have some important matters to take care of.” Tsukasa said as he kissed Tsukushi's fingertips and then moved away to unbutton his pants and ease the rest of his clothing off as well. Moving back over Tsukushi, Tsukasa kissed her breasts as he urged her legs apart and coaxed her to wrap them around his waist. Covering Tsukushi's mouth with his hand to muffle her cries, Tsukasa grimaced with pleasure as he eased inside of her. Tsukushi whimpered as she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Watching her face, Tsukasa gasped as he began to move slowly in and out of her. She felt incredible.

 

And as Tsukushi arched her back and pressed closer to him, Tsukasa felt fierce feeling of protectiveness.

 

In this moment, she was completely his.

 

And when he was inside her like this, when she opened herself to him and trusted him enough to let go, Tsukasa became overwhelmed by his feelings for her. Holding the phone away from his ear and uncovering Tsukushi's mouth to caress her cheek with his hand, Tsukasa told her as much in an urgent whisper.

 

“I love you…”

 

Tsukushi sobbed in reply “Love you too.” Gasping with pleasure, she bit out “Don't….”

 

Tsukushi ardently kissed and nuzzled his face as he continued to move. Gazing down at her blushing face as she whimpered softly, Tsukasa almost groaned, knowing what she had meant to say.

 

He was definitely not going to stop.

 

Bringing the phone back to his ear, Tsukasa hardly listened to Tsubaki's banter. He filled the pauses in the conversation with random answers of “Uh huh.” and a mumbled “Sure” as he continued to make love to Tsukushi.

 

As Tsukasa altered their position a little, so that he could drive deeper into her, Tsukushi reached up to cover his hand that was holding the phone with hers. She pushed at Tsukasa's fingers, gesturing for him to hang up and then turned her head to sob into the pillow as he kissed the curve of her neck.

 

“Tsukasa.” Tsukushi whispered softly. “Hang up the phone. Tsukasa.” He ignored her and continued to thrust. He captured her lips with his. Over the sound of their breathing, Tsukushi could hear Tsubaki's loud voice through the receiver that was pressed against Tsukasa's ear. Tsubaki continued to speak; now lecturing Tsukasa about being kind to Tsukushi. “Tsukasa, make sure you take Tsukushi to the Empire State Building to go sightseeing! And no acting all cool and rushing her through the experience, you have to learn how to be patient.” Tsubaki ranted.

 

Hearing this, Tsukushi blushed. How little Tsubaki knew!

 

If there was one thing Tsukasa did not lack at certain times, especially in moments like this, it was patience. He was driving her crazy by staying on the phone and wouldn't stop unless she did something to shift his attention. If she didn't get him to stop talking on the phone, there was no doubt his sister would find out what they were doing. But what could she do?

 

There was one spot she knew was very sensitive…maybe she could try distracting him by kissing him there.

 

Tsukushi pulled Tsukasa's head towards her and took his earlobe into her mouth. Biting it gently, Tsukushi felt a peculiar happiness when Tsukasa let out a small, barely restrained groan. Smiling to herself, Tsukushi sucked on Tsukasa's earlobe as he gasped agitatedly.

 

Now it was just a matter of who could hold out the longest…

 

More tense moments passed, as Tsukasa coaxed them both higher with his thrusts and Tsukushi continued to suck on his earlobe. And as Tsukushi's cries became audible and the sensation of being inside her as well as her mouth on his sensitive ear brought him closer and closer to release, Tsukasa finally decided that neither of them would be able to stand the situation any longer without giving their activities away.

 

Taking a deep shuddering breath, Tsukasa momentarily ceased his movements. He tore his ear away from Tsukushi's mouth as she moved underneath him impatiently.

 

“Listen, Nee-chan, I'll call you back. Yeah, sorry about tonight. Okay…Bye.”

 

Tsukasa barely managed to hang up the phone. Gazing down at Tsukushi's blushing face, Tsukasa rested his forehead against hers as he gripped the pillow underneath her head. Moving in and out of her, he pressed faster and deeper into her warmth.

 

Tsukushi cried out incoherently, something about “Why did you stay on the phone so long? How could you make me talk to her?” And “I am so embarrassed.”

 

Tsukasa kissed her deeply, reaching under her hips to pull her closer as he thrust harder.

 

“You are one to talk. How could you do that to my ear while I was on the phone with her? I almost gave us away.” Tsukasa groaned. Tsukushi clutched at Tsukasa as he ground into her, the tension of him being inside her becoming almost intolerable.

 

“You idiot.” Tsukushi wailed. “I did it because you wouldn't stop talking. And because you…you liked it.”

 

“Well I did what I did because you liked it.” Tsukasa groaned “Tsukushi.”

 

She cried his name as he gasped hers, the heat between them rising and rising. And as the phone rang again she came first as he quickly followed, both of them shuddering and holding each other. As the heady sensations subsided into satiation, Tsukasa stilled and covered Tsukushi with his body.

 

Ring

 

“Who is it now?” Tsukushi whispered.

 

Tsukasa replied “I don't know.”

 

Ring

 

“It's not Onee-san again, is it?” Tsukushi clutched at Tsukasa's shoulders as he tenderly pulled out of her. Frowning slightly, already missing him inside of her, Tsukushi leaned into Tsukasa as he settled down next to her and pulled her close so that she could lay her head on his chest.

 

“Maybe.” Tsukasa said as he affectionately combed his fingers through her hair to remove the tangles that had formed.

 

Tsukushi sighed, feeling satisfied and content.

 

“I don't want to talk to her again.”

 

“Me neither. At least the ringing stopped.” Tsukasa mumbled, wrapping his arms around Tsukushi's shoulders. Tsukasa chuckled “Although you know, my sister was a big help tonight. I had no idea that you would react the way you did to her phone call.”

 

“What you made me do was so strange. You are such a pervert. Seriously, how can you put your mouth down there?” Tsukushi moaned.

 

“But you liked it a lot. And who is the pervert? You were the one who was moving your hips towards my mouth.” Tsukasa teased. Feeling embarrassed, Tsukushi gaped at Tsukasa and stammered. “I-I…”

 

Tsukasa suddenly looked contemplative and continued “And when I put my tongue…” Tsukasa paused as Tsukushi covered his mouth with her hands. She stared at him with wide eyes, her face very red. Tsukasa continued to mumble from behind her fingertips as Tsukushi blushed even more. “Don't describe it!” Tsukushi wailed. “You don't have to describe it.”

 

Pulling her fingers away from his mouth, Tsukasa grinned. “You get embarrassed so easily.”

 

“It's because of your strange ideas!” Tsukushi grumbled.

 

“They aren't strange. Every man has thoughts like that.” He kissed her forehead “You know I like being together with you in that way.” Tsukasa said earnestly.

 

Surprised by his sudden admission, Tsukushi replied with rare honesty “Me too.”

 

“Oh?” Tsukasa grinned and pulled Tsukushi upwards to kiss her lips.

 

“But don't get any more crazy ideas!” Tsukushi narrowed her eyes at him as she lay sprawled across his chest.

 

Tsukasa smiled knowingly. Tsukushi blushed and stared back at him. Now what was he thinking? Wondering what he might do next, Tsukushi was surprised when his demeanor changed from joking to serious.

 

“Hey, are you tired?” Tsukasa asked with concern. Laying her head on his chest, Tsukushi rested her palm against his bare skin as she heard his heartbeat against her ear. Tsukasa always made sure she was alright after they made love. It was endearing.

 

Sometimes Tsukushi couldn't believe how attentive Tsukasa was. In between being a little boy, a brat and a crazy idiot, he was also an undeniably caring towards her. Thinking about his behavior almost moved Tsukushi to tears. She loved him so much.

 

Was she really going to leave him in a few days?

 

“I am a little tired. I'm just going to rest for a moment. And then we can get up and go to dinner…” Tsukushi said quietly while willing herself to stay composed. She would not cry now. And she wouldn't think about leaving him in a few days. She would just enjoy the moment.

 

No matter how much her heart hurt.

 

Closing her eyes, Tsukushi smiled painfully as Tsukasa embraced her.

 

“You feel good. Warm.” Tsukushi whispered. Focusing on the heat from his body and the comfort it brought, Tsukushi yawned.

 

“Silly.” Tsukasa replied gruffly. “Just go to sleep. We don't have to go anywhere.” Tsukushi didn't answer, having already fallen asleep just moments before. Tsukasa reached towards the bed stand to turn off the light and pulled the covers up to warm them.

 

Holding Tsukushi close, Tsukasa sighed, feeling bittersweet longing return.

 

In just a few days Tsukushi was going to back to Japan. And too soon he would find himself alone in their bed staring at the bedside clock as he often did when he woke up in the middle of the night, having reached out to pull her close only to find that she wasn't there. Tsukasa kissed the top of Tsukushi's head and closed his eyes, a painful feeling of anticipation making him hold her even closer.

 

Why was he always being separated from the person he wanted the most?

 

“I don't want to let you go.” Tsukasa said quietly to her as she continued to sleep peacefully. He lay awake for a while longer, trying to enjoy being with her and doing his best to push away the feeling of impending loss. Finally dozing off, Tsukasa's last thought was that he wished they could always, always be together.

 

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Later that night…

 

Tsukushi woke to the sound of Tsukasa's even breathing against the back of her head. Sometime in the night he had shifted them so that they were spooned together and now her head was pillowed on one of his arms while his other arm was wrapped around her waist. Blinking sleepily, Tsukushi raised her head to gaze at the clock.

 

12:00 am.

 

Staring at those glowing digital numbers, Tsukushi's eyes filled with tears as she thought about how she was one day closer to leaving. She missed Tsukasa so much when they were apart. Those lonely days always seemed so tortuously long.

 

She wanted to stay with him so much.

 

Turning to face him, Tsukushi contemplated Tsukasa's sleeping face.

 

When she had decided to stay in Japan instead of coming with him to New York, she hadn't realized that being away from him would be so difficult. If she had known that every day apart was going to be harder than the one before it, she would have decided something very different.

 

Watching Tsukasa sleep, Tsukushi thought about going back to Japan. Remembering past times Tsukasa saw her off at the airport and the way his face had looked made Tsukushi want to cry. Tsukasa always looked like he was holding something back, his eyes were always a little teary and his shoulders were always slouching. But when they said goodbye he never ever cried openly. Instead he would rub her head and order her to stop sobbing, promising that they would talk as soon as she arrived home, and even sooner if she wanted to use the phone on his private jet. And every time, before entering the gate, when she turned to catch one more glimpse of him walking away, Tsukushi thought her heart would break at the sight of his solitary form shuffling down long corridor of the terminal with his hands in his pockets, his head bowed and his shoulders shaking.

 

Could she endure another one of those sorrowful moments? Could she let him come back to this room after taking her to the airport to sleep alone in what was now their bed? And could she face her own loneliness, staying close to that video phone night after night and waiting for it to ring?

 

Gazing at Tsukasa's sleeping face; Tsukushi realized she couldn't do any of those things anymore.

 

“Domyoji.” Tsukushi whispered aloud, stroking his cheek with her fingertips. “I've been thinking and I've decided that I'm going to try and transfer to a university here in New York. I'll study English as hard as I can and I think I can make this plan work if you'll help me. I know I said I would stay in Japan and told you again and again that it was the best decision, but I think I was wrong. I wanted to be really strong, but truthfully, it hurts so much to be apart. I can't face another goodbye.”

 

Tsukushi continued. “I know you are sleeping, but I wanted to tell you as soon as possible. You know when I say I've made a decision I don't back down…”

 

Kissing his forehead, Tsukushi's eyes filled with tears “I want to make you happy now.”

 

A small sound caught her attention and Tsukushi's eyes widened as she watched tears spill down Tsukasa's cheeks, from under his closed eyelids.

 

“Hey, are you crying?” She asked quietly.

 

“Of course I am crying.” Tsukasa replied, his voice breaking. “Do you think I am the kind of guy that wouldn't cry when his girlfriend told him the one thing he wanted to hear the most?”

 

Tsukasa sobbed quietly as Tsukushi wiped his tears away with her fingers.

 

“I wanted to ask you to stay with me so much.” He cried, as she kissed his face, her tears mingling with his. “Stupid woman.”

 

Tsukushi whispered “Are you glad I am staying or are you picking a fight with me?” before touching her lips to his. Tsukasa deepened the kiss, his tears still falling and his shoulders shaking underneath her fingertips.

 

Breaking away, he whispered back “You are never leaving me again. Never.” He commanded while trying to look stern.

 

Tsukushi nodded and opened her mouth to reply only to have her stomach growl instead. Blushing as Tsukasa began laughing softly; Tsukushi buried her face in his shoulder and mumbled “I'm not hungry. I'm not.”

 

Tsukasa laughed harder even as a few tears still rolled down his face “You always get hungry at times like this!”

 

Tsukushi glowered at him as her stomach growled again “I can't help it, we missed dinner!” But any annoyance she felt subsided as she observed Tsukasa's expression. As Tsukasa's arms tightened around her and he closed his eyes and continued to chuckle, Tsukushi's expression softened.

 

He was happy.

 

Still laughing, Tsukasa replied “Want to get something to eat?” Tsukushi stared at him thoughtfully as she reached for the edges of the sheet and wiped away the remnants of his tears.

 

“Yeah.” Tsukushi said quietly, now staring at his lips. Tsukasa gave her a quizzical look.

 

“Makino?” Tsukasa whispered as Tsukushi closed her eyes. Smiling to herself, Tsukushi pressed her lips to Tsukasa's. After giving Tsukasa a gentle but ardent kiss, Tsukushi leaned away and gazed at him, loving the way he stared at her with shocked surprise.

 

Feeling contented, Tsukushi nodded determinedly and said “Time to eat!”

 

Rolling away from Tsukasa quickly and getting up from the bed, Tsukushi gasped when Tsukasa grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms. As he covered her with his body and pressed her down into the bed, Tsukushi exclaimed in surprise “You want to do it AGAIN?”

 

Tsukasa pressed his forehead against Tsukushi's and looked deeply into her eyes. Tsukushi gazed at him and swallowed, suddenly feeling a need for him keenly.

 

“Yeah.” He whispered in reply to her earlier question. Tsukushi closed her eyes and smiled.

 

“Tsukasa.” Tsukushi whispered affectionately before he lovingly kissed her lips.

 

And as the night wore on, Tsukushi and Tsukasa made love once more, both determined never to be parted again.

 

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-Maho-chan (5/27/07)