Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ A Change of Style ❯ Chapter 1

A Change of Style

A _Price of Tennis_ Fanfiction

By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]

Chapter: 3rd story in the Ann & Keigo timeline

Rating: R

Pairings: Ann & Atobe Keigo

Genre: Romance, Drama, Hentai

Warnings: Hetero sex.

Spoilers: none for the anime or manga

Summary: Ann receives the news that it's time for a change in her lifestyle.

Disclaimer: Tennis no Ohjisama, characters and settings are the property of Konomi Takeshi.

Date Started: October 6, 2004

Status:

Revised:

Word Count: 2705

"A Change of Style"

"Sorry to impose on you at such short notice," Ann said, somewhat embarrassedly as she tucked a strand of hair behind one ear.

"Not at all," Oishi Syuchiroh smiled. "It's always good to see a familiar face from the old days. How's your family? Do you still talk to Kamio and Ibu?"

"Everyone's doing well, yes, thank you," she answered.

"Tezuka and I were thinking about trying to hold a reunion for all the old rival teams, but it's so hard trying to find everyone," Oishi sighed.

"I know," Ann agreed, nodding her head. "Akira's living in Kyoto now, but everyone else has stayed pretty close in touch. Still, it's hard once you graduate. Things change--"

A nurse knocked on the door and entered to hand a folder to Oishi, who thanked her before scanning through its contents. "Well," he said, looking back at her. "I've got some good news for you. You aren't ill."

"Then it's just a cold?" she asked sounding much relieved.

"No. You're perfectly healthy."

"But--"

"But you will need to readjust your lifestyle a bit," he continued, passing her the chart. "Start regulating what you eat, how much work and stress your under, the type of exercises you engage in..."

She stared at the folder, as if not able to believe what she was reading.

"If you want, I can give you a list of recommended doctors. In fact, I believe Oshitari is one--"

"No," Ann replied surprisingly calmly. At least, she was surprised she sounded so calm. Oishi just smiled at her reassuringly. "I already have a women's doctor. I'll go through her."

"Okay," Oishi said, smiling at her as he stood. "I guess we're done here then. Don't be a stranger, Ann. And have your brother contact me sometime?"

She was operating on autopilot, she knew, as she thanked him and exited the hospital. She got in her car, not really sure where she was going, but knowing she didn't want to return to hers and Atobe's condo. Somehow she found herself at her mother's house, crying on the woman's lap.

~*~

Atobe Keigo brushed away any stray raindrops that had dared to linger on his person after he breezed through the foyer, intent on finding his wife.

He didn't have far to go, and he frowned when he spotted her curled up on the sofa under a pile of blankets. At least, he thought the sofa was still there. He couldn't quite see it under all the blankets.

Concern overtook his early annoyance, and he placed his palm against her forehead. "Ann? Are you all right?" he asked, sinking down on the sofa next to her. "You didn't show at today's press conference."

"Mmm, I'm sorry," she mumbled sleepily. "I called in and had my intern cover it. Did I miss anything important?"

"Nothing you don't already know," Keigo admitted, combing his fingers through her dark auburn hair. "What's wrong? It's not like you to skip out on work."

"Nothing," she told him, forcing a tired smile onto her face as her eyes drifted shut again. "Just tired... and a little cold."

"Were you out in the rain again?" Keigo frowned. "Maybe I should have my physician--"

"Don't bother."

"Then--"

"I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow," Ann told him resolutely.

Keigo continued to frown, but by this point in their relationship he had started to learn to save his battles for the larger topics. Still.... if Ann had called in to work, that meant he had his wife all to himself for the rest of the afternoon....

A smile retook his frown.

"Well, then, maybe you'll allow me to help warm you up?" he suggested, hands slipping to strip the burying material away from her body.

He leaned forward, bending his head to the juncture of neck and shoulder and suckled, dipping forward to run his lips over her throat and up her jaw before finally reaching her lips and sliding his tongue inside her mouth. His hands were already working at the buttons of her blouse, parting the flimsy cloth and moving his palms over her warm, heated skin. His body shifted until he was laying over her, pressing her into the sofa, replacing the blankets he had removed with his body.

"Keigo," she murmured when his lips broke away from hers.

Her arms wrapped around his back, her thighs falling apart allowing space for his body to press closer to hers, and he could feel her muscular legs wrapping around his waist.

He buried his face in the gentle valley of her breasts, his fingers working to release the tricky clasp of her bra. When he was finally able to pull the material away, it was to latch his mouth over a pert nipple and suckle at it greedily. Ann cried out, her body arching under Keigo's administrations. Her hands fingered through his soft hair, and she wreathed under the delicious sensations that were racing across her nerve endings, sparking electrical fires in their wake.

Keigo dropped the flimsy material of her blouse and bra onto the floor, his hands stretching over the smooth expanse of her ribs and waist, skimming behind her back, flicking at the fastenings of her pants, and teasing the zipper lower.

"Mmm, Ann," Keigo moaned, attempting to swallow as much of her breast as possible. He leaned towards the sofa, wedging himself between in and Ann, forcing her to turn, and shoving her pants off her hips. He hitched her up into his lap, onto her knees, straddling his waist, and stroked the soft skin of her smooth round ass.

Ann's head fell forward, bowing over Keigo's, and whimpers and cries and moans caught in her throat. And her voice choked over his name when his fingers slid between the soft folds of her sex to stroke and flick at her sweet spot.

"You're so hot, Ann."

Keigo's breathing was hot and heavy as he transferred his attentions to her other breast.

"I bet I could make you cum just by touching you like this, couldn't I?"

"Gods, Keigo, don't tease me," she moaned, sitting up further against his chest to aid her pants' slow decent down her quivering thighs. Her hands fisted in the soft fabric of his shirt, anchoring her, threatening to tear the material--it wouldn't be the first time. "You're over dressed," she panted.

"I don't need to be undressed for what I want to do to you," he replied, releasing her breasts and nibbling at her ribs before laying her back onto the sofa cushions. His eyes sought hers as he finished yanking her pants from slender, muscular legs, and he bent forward to run his lips up the limb, spreading her thighs apart to make room for his shoulders and torso.

"Keigo," she breathed, leaning back into the sofa. "Keigo..."

He bent forward that last little distance and brushed his lips along the hot lips of her sex.

"Keigo~!"

He grinned. Hearing Ann say his name like that was more intoxicating that nay of the world's finest liqueurs. She was always so responsive to his touch. It was so easy to bring her to that state of overwhelming with just a few flicks of his tongue, and she was writhing and moaning and calling his name, and he had to hold her hips steady to continue working her.

"Oh, gods, Keigo, please~!"

His lips and tongue enfolded her sweet nub; his thumb teased her slick entrance, enjoying the quivering of her muscles as she reached orgasm. He leaned back to just watch her, her chest heaving as she gulped air into starved lungs, fine tremors racing up and down her limbs. He swirled his thumb amongst her slippery juices, rubbing the calloused pad against her swollen clitoris before returning to the slow, shallow penetration from before.

"Keigo," Ann breathed shallowly, looking up at him with dazed blue-grey eyes. "Love me..."

He leaned forward to press his lips to hers in an eager, loving kiss, rubbing his body into hers. "You know I do," he whispered gruffly against her temple.

"Show me?" she entreated, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and holding him to her. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding his face to hers as a kiss deepened. "Love me?"

"Ann, you drive me wild," he growled, sliding his hand back down her torso and slipping between her thighs to tease her sex again. "Is this what you want?"

"More."

His finger flicked along her clitoris again. "Say it."

"Keigo~" she whined, hitching her legs around his waist and undulating her hips.

But he could be so stubborn.

"Tell me what you want, Ann," he teased, nibbling at her chin.

Her fists tugged at his scalp, forcing his lips back to hers. "I want you naked, and inside me, and moving," she growled. "Make me feel it, Keigo, your love. I want to feel it all over."

"You only had to say so," Keigo grinned, pressing tiny kisses to her mouth. "You know how much I hate to deny you..."

"Sadist," she groaned as two fingers slid into her moist channel and stroked her inner sex.

"You love it."

"Love you."

"Little difference."

"You're still dressed."

"You're not doing anything to change that."

"You're going to make me do all the work?"

"Haven't I already done enough?"

"No," she teased back, licking along his chin and throat even as her hands tucked at his pants. "Loose 'em."

"Or what?" he taunted, working at the fastenings with his free hand. Her hand wormed inside the moment there was room, and her fingers closed around the hard line of his sex, squeezing, before stroking down to his balls, and massaging the organ.

"You want me," she hissed.

"As if there was any doubt." He rocked into her hand with a groan, and sent three fingers delving into her hot passage in retaliation.

"Make love to me," Ann panted, throwing her head back and gasping.

"I thought that's what I was doing," Keigo retorted, taking the opportunity to suckle along the column of her throat.

"Want you inside me."

"Good," he gasped when she squeezed him particularly hard. "I want to be inside you, too."

With a little focused effort, they were able to get his shirt and pants completely off in no time, and it was with an intense sense of relief that he sunk deeply into her body. Ann held him close to her, cradling his body to hers, pressing his mouth to her neck, and accepting the gentle rocking of his thrusts with encouraging undulations of her own hips.

Even imposing a slow rhythm upon themselves, climax was reached before muscles could ache with protest. In the aftermath, it was easy to just lay there and allow the sweat to cool and evaporate from their skin and finger-comb moist strands of hair dry, and just lay there and be for many minutes in the silences of one's own thoughts.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Keigo asked after many such long minutes. The lassitude of his wife's body evaporated with his question, and he knew he had been right to suspect something.

"What makes you think something's wrong?" Ann replied guardedly.

He ran his hand along her side, amused by the knowledge that if he hadn't been holding her to the spot with his own body weight she would have most likely tried to walk out of the room at this point--she was very good at avoiding a conversation she didn't want to have in that fashion. But he wasn't about to let her go anywhere until he'd determined the root of the matter.

"Keigo~"

"Tell me?"

Ann was quiet, and Keigo wondered if he should press... or just let the matter drop for now. Surely if it was something important she would tell him... eventually. Of course, Ann could be quite stubborn and insistent about solving her own problems, and she might not tell him what was wrong until after it became too much for her to handle by herself and--

"I took time off from work today to go to the doctor," Ann finally said, not looking at him, but staring up at the ceiling. "I haven't been feeling very well recently, so I thought maybe I was coming down with a cold or something."

"Ann--" She had gone to a doctor without telling him? Worse, she had obviously felt that whatever was ailing her was serious enough to warrant going to a doctor, and she hadn't told him. That was unacceptable and--

"Everything checked out healthy..."

Keigo frowned. "But?" he prompted, leaning up on the sofa cushions to look down at her. She shifted and readjusted themselves on the sofa--really they should move to their bedroom, to their luxurious king sized western styled bed... or maybe the fur throw in front of the fireplace. It wasn't too temperate outside for a fire, but that's what central air was for.

Her fingers wrapping around his hand snapped him from his private thoughts.

"Ann?" he queried, worried again. The doctor that he hadn't known she was going to see had said she was fine, so why was she holding his hand like that, pressing it to her stomach and looking at him with those blue-grey eyes of hers, and--

Keigo blinked. "You're--" he began. "Are you--" but he found he couldn't quite vocalize what he was beginning to suspect she was trying to tell him.

She looked away again and sighed. "My doctor thinks so."

Keigo frowned at her. "But you don't?" he asked. "I don't understand, Ann. Don't you *want* a baby?"

"It's not that," she countered quickly, shifting again on the sofa, and this time he let her shift off the furniture and stand up. "I mean, yes, I want a baby," she continued, and he watched with amusement as she began to snatch up various pieces of their clothing. He did so enjoy looking at her back--she had a beautiful back. Lean with muscles, yet soft and curved, as a woman's should be.

And then she turned around, and he had a chance to admire the naked view of her front, too. Yes, a very lovely body indeed.

"But Keigo," she sighed again. "We haven't even been married for a year yet and--"

"Proof of my superior stamina and skill," he replied, sitting up and wondering if she would as willing as he to spending the rest of the afternoon locked away in their bedroom--

Ann's shoulders dropped and she huffed. "Sometimes Keigo--" She shook her head. "It's such a big step--bigger than getting married, even."

He stood and approached her, sliding his hands up her arms to her shoulders and slipping behind her neck to pull her closer and tilt her face up to meet his lips. In the kiss he tried to pour everything he wanted to say to her but couldn't; everything he felt, but couldn't seem to express. She was leaning against him for support when he finally ended the kiss.

"You worry too much," he told her, grinning down into her slightly dazed expression. "I told you when you agreed to marry me that we would have superior children."

"But--"

"No protests. Stop worrying, Ann." He nibbled at one dainty earlobe before moving on to the more sensitive flesh at her neck.

"Then... you're happy...? About the baby?" she asked, somewhat distractedly.

In answer, he banded his arms around her waist and hoisted her up off the floor. She squeaked in protest, wrapping her arms around him for additional support, but it wasn't until he started moving towards their bedroom that she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he knew she could easily feel his arousal rubbing against her sex as they moved.

"Ah," he answered, trailing kisses along her breastbone. "Yes," he added for good measure, kissing her lips again as he managed to get the bedroom door open for them with little fumbling. He slammed it shut behind them.

And then he spent the next two hours showing her just how happy he was.

~~~****~~~

~the end~

Author's Note:

{scratches head} well, it's been a while since I've written hetero lemons, but there you have it. Atobe's been making out like a cat in a fish market recently. >.> This needs to stop.

Will there be more to the Ann & Atobe story line? I don't know. Right now, I have nothing on the storyboard for them; however, that does not mean I won't by the end of the day or even the end of the week. It really does depend on how the ideas come and go, as well as how certain other stories are progressing.

Thanks for reading; as always, C&C is welcome.