Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses ❯ Part 8 ( Chapter 8 )

And now for the hopefully-much-awaited-climax. I decided to go ahead and put this one up so you readers don't forget what happened in the last part. Oh, and this part gets just a bit steamy. Enjoy!

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Aya pretty much had his ceiling memorized from the year he'd spent on his back, staring up at it every night, but somehow he managed to spot new little bumps and indentions in the ten minutes he'd been lying there. He'd heard Rayne come in, talking long and loud like always. The voices had moved to the kitchen, and he'd tried to work out the different pieces of conversation, but to no avail.

He would have loved to know what the hell they were talking about, but he was stuck in his room, waiting for Rayne to come in and tell him how it went. It would probably be another half hour considering how much she loved to talk.

So he was surprised when he heard the door open only a minute later. It wasn't done quietly either. The glare firm on his face, he lifted his upper body up by settling his weight on his elbows to scold the girl for her abuse to his door. But the scold never passed his lips.

The girl raised a perfectly shaped, dark eyebrow at the same time the corner of her lip curled up. Dark eyes flashed mischievously as she stalked up to the bed, never taking those unusual eyes off him. A part of him had guessed this would happen, knowing Lena wasn't in any way stupid, but most had hoped Rayne wouldn't come off too strong.

His mind pretty much ceased to function when the first knee was lifted onto his bed by his feet, which were crossed at the ankles and bare. The second knee came up on the other side of his legs, and with all the grace of cat, the girl crawled up his body, never quite touching, so that she had her knees to either side of his waist, her hands resting beside his inclined chest, and her gold-ringed eyes staring straight down into his violet ones. If his mind had started working again like it was supposed to, he might have been able to figure out what was happening. But as it was, he had only to lie back and relax.

"We need to work on your communication skills."

He didn't have time to question this cryptic message, because suddenly warm lips were pressed down against his, brushing over his like cake-flavored silk. He might have found that description odd if he hadn't been so focused on making the kiss last forever.

Sadly, they still had to breathe, so she pulled back to look down at him with dark, lidded eyes. The small tip of her pink tongue darted out to trace over the lips he'd just had in his possession. He wanted to have them again. With a quick movement he had them reversed. Lena lay on her back beneath him, and he made no effort to keep their bodies separated like she had. She was warm and soft and everything he'd known she would be.

Her eyebrows rose with surprise at the new position she found herself in, but she didn't complain. The small hands, pressed to his chest, slid up to bury nimble fingers in his hair, tugging him insistently down. He would have smirked if he hadn't been so preoccupied with the girl under him. Unable to resist, and fairly certain that he wouldn't be denied, he ran his tongue over her lower lip in a silent plea to be let in.

Not only did her mouth open for him, but she was equally willing to participate in the oral games. Only after they had explored every crevice of each other's mouths did they pull back to fill their lungs. "You want to know something?" she asked in a breathy voice that caressed his skin as he leaned down to get more familiar with her pale neck.

"Hm?" the vibrations obviously had a positive reaction from the little gasp he heard. The information was stored away for later.

"That was my first kiss. Pathetic, huh? What kind of girl reaches her eighteenth birthday without even kissing a guy?"

He pulled back, lifting one of his hands to hook his hair behind his ears, then settling it back on her curvy waist that seemed designed to accommodate it. "It's not your fault, koi. Besides, I would have never guessed." He dipped his head for a quicker version of the two kisses they'd already shared.

"I still can't believe you were the one that did all that stuff for me yesterday. You're making me coffee every weekend from now on, by the way. I want to know how you made it so much better than me. Not to mention breakfast. That bacon was sooo good. And the Chicken Teriyaki was the best I've ever had."

"I can't believe I've just been promoted to personal chef. I was aiming for a different position. Many different positions, in fact."

Her rich laughter had as much of an affect on him as her hands and lips. "So you have a sense of humor hidden under that cold, bastardly exterior."

He frowned, his desire curbed for the moment as he looked down at her, the only girl he'd ever felt more than tolerance for that wasn't his sister. "I'm sorry, Lena. I don't know why I was like that towards you. Well, I have a pretty good idea, but I refuse to accept that possibility. And you're chicken soup would have been great if everything I ate hadn't tasted like a dirty sock."

"Thanks. And I forgive you."

He didn't deserve her forgiveness, but he wasn't about to complain. "I'm glad you enjoyed your birthday. Do you have any idea how easily you guys are distracted? It was all surprisingly simple."

"You're beginning to sound like the arrogant prick again, not that I didn't thoroughly enjoy the gifts. If I knew any girls that I could brag about it to, I bet I could get them all misty-eyed in the space of two sentences. You waited long enough with the last one, though. I thought you were going to stop at eleven roses, and it was kinda depressing. Don't ask me why. It's not as if you hadn't given me enough already. But I really love Sable. Good name, too."

"You talk almost as much as my sister."

"Are you trying to give me a not-so-subtle hint at better exercises I can put my mouth to?"

"But you're a hell of a lot smarter."

By the time they broke apart again, Aya was beginning to worry about his control, and how it wouldn't last through another of those kisses. "I think we should stop," he whispered huskily against the soft skin behind her ear, tickling the small hairs there.

"I think you're delusional."

He pulled back when she tried to capture his lips again. "No, just worried. If I'm the first guy you've kissed, then there are many other things you haven't done yet that this will inevitably lead to if you don't stop being so damn tempting."

For the first time, she realized he'd rolled a little off of her so that their lower bodies were safely out of contact. His loose jeans hid some, but not nearly enough. And they had long since been considered loose.

"In that case, I'm going to go make sure Rayne hasn't killed my kitten and you can do whatever it is you guys do to fix the problem. Cold showers and whatnot. See you later." Before she could slip off the bed, he caught her face with the palm of his hand.

"Just tell me this isn't some elaborate dream that I'll wake up from in a minute to find my sister in here telling me that you hate my guts and I don't have a snowball's chance in hell with you."

"If I believed in hell I wouldn't be in this business. So the snowball might not have such bad chances. And no, it's not a dream." The fleeting touch of her lips on his cheek was the last thing he felt of her before she slipped from the room with all the stealth her job required.

It wasn't a dream. Good. Now for that cold shower . . . .

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TBC (Hopefully it won't take so long this time.)

Now for the irresistible review prompt of the chapter. Hm, I think I built that up a little too much considering I haven't even thought of one yet. How about everyone who reviews gets a kitten?!

(Please don't sue me if I don't deliver. I have seven dollars and no job. I assure you I'm not worth it.)