Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Encounters of Another Kind - Part 1 ❯ 2nd Encounter ( Chapter 2 )

Encounters of Another Kind

An An and Yuuta Story 2

By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

Chapter: 2nd Encounter

Rating: PG-13 (with the promise of higher ratings if the story continues)

Pairings: An and Yuuta

Genre: AU, Humor, Romance, Seduction

Warnings: Underage characters in romantic and sexual situations of self-discovery. Characters may be seen as OOC, but they are written in character according to author's interpretation.

Spoilers: none to my knowledge

Summary: An decides it's time to make her move

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

Date Started: May 25, 2004

Status: complete

Revised: August 5, 2004

Word Count: 785

~2nd Encounter~

An was humming.

Normally that wasn't so bad, except right now Yuuta was trying to study for his English test tomorrow. His teacher had promised a difficult one and to make matters worse, the assistant language teacher would be grading the tests.

Yuuta's grades weren't bad, but they were pretty far from perfect, too, and he was slipping most in this particular language class.

And An was humming.

"Would you stop that," he snapped finally.

She looked at him--that look that was a cross between 'what are you talking about' and 'what the hell crawled up your butt and died'. He was getting slightly better at reading An's moods and expressions, but she was still as strange to him as this English-stuff.

"Your humming," he offered in explanation because it seemed one was needed.

She laughed then--she did that a lot, he'd noticed. Laughing. Yuuta decided he liked An's laugh--something in between a giggle and a chuckle, not annoying like a lot of other girls' and not boisterous like a lot of guys'.

"What are you studying so seriously?" she asked, then slipped her feet out from the cushions of the couch to reach over and slip his English book off his lap and into hers.

They were at his house. He wasn't even sure why he was home tonight instead of at his dorm, except it was closer to An's house, and he could walk her home safely on his own way back to his dorm room, and--

"I can help you with this," An's voice broke into his thoughts.

"Eh?"

"My class has already done this lesson, so let me help you," she repeated, grinning at him--and he somehow *knew* he was going to regret agreeing... especially when she half-hopped, half-shimmied over to his side of the couch. He swallowed, unable to help but watch the way her skirt shifted up her legs.

"Here, I'll read the reporter's part first, and you, Ken, and then we'll switch, okay?" she said, pressing her hip against his side and *leaning* into him...

Yuuta swallowed... Yep, this was going to be a very bad idea... he wasn't sure how far he got in the lesson review before he felt lips brush his cheek. He shot her a look, but she just smiled back at him.

"You got the answer right," she explained after another moment. "Okay, how about this one....?"

He received a kiss for every answer he got correct... That lasted an hour before Yuuta had pulled her into his lap and pressed her back against the couch's cushions, kissing her lips and demanding/requesting/begging for entrance.

An tilted her face away from his, but her hands pressed his face to her throat, and she moaned when he began kissing and sucking. Fingers pressed into his scalp, encouraging; hips pressed into his, challenging.... and then those fingers were digging into his shoulder, tugging at his shirt.

"Yuuta... stop," she gasped.

The words took a moment to penetrate his mind, but once they did, he scrambled up off her in a hurry, landing in an unglorified lump on the floor.

"Oh, gods, An. I'm sorry--I didn't mean, I mean, what I was--"

She wrinkled his nose at him and held a finger up to her lips. "Don't say anything stupid, Yuuta, or I might not forgive you this time." And she winked at him. She actually had the audacity to wink at him when he'd practically just *raped* her, and--

"It's late, you have to get back to your dorm by curfew, right?" she added, sitting up and smoothing her skirt down before standing up. "Mind if I use your bathroom?" she asked out of habit since she was already walking away.

Yuuta used the time to recompose himself, and flagellate himself something good, gathering both his books and An's. By the time she'd returned, he was waiting shamefacedly at the door.

He was surprised at the kiss she pressed to his cheek as she took her books, despite his protests that he could carry them for her.

"But if you carry my books, too, then you won't be able to hold my hand," she pointed out, smiling. "Actually, it's a little cool tonight, don't you think so?" she asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and winding her smaller arms around under his St. Rudolph's jacket and around his waist. "Mmm... much better."

"An... about... earlier..."

"Mmm... let's study together again sometime soon," she replied.

Well, he supposed she could have always slapped him, called him a pervert, and declared she never wanted to see him again.

Somehow, Yuuta was glad she hadn't. Confused as hell, sure. But glad.

Tbc.