Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Second Stringers ❯ A Night Of Memories ( Chapter 5 )

SECOND STRINGERS

 

Chapter Five --- A Night of Memories

 

`Mental thoughts'

 

 

Aya slowly climbed the stairs to the main apartment and headed for his room. All of the other Weiß members had made the assumption that Sünde had left. Forever walking out of their lives, unless she crossed them in a mission. He knew differently, her forevers didn't really seem to last as long as they were supposed to. `And besides, there was no way she would do that to me, not again at least.' He thought. As he opened his door, his guesses were confirmed.

He wasn't the slightest bit surprised to see the girl that had caused so much up roar in the last several hours sprawled out on the floor next to his bed. Her shirt and pants were tossed in a corner by the door, and as far as he could tell the only thing covering her was the blanket she must have taken from the hall closet. Her head was cradled on Aya's pillow. He just stood there and stared at her for a moment. Surprised, no, but still slightly shocked. Not at her there, but at how far she had fallen since they last had met. This wasn't the girl he had known. But then again, she had also been undercover then. So maybe it was. He just didn't want to admit that to himself. It had hurt when he found out she was an Esstet member. Wondering just how much she had been `playing her part' and how much was real. Now though, he pushed those thoughts from his head. Just at peace with seeing her again.

He quietly shut the door behind him, and cursed for not having locks. At the noise, as subtle as it was, she stirred. A delightful purr coming from her as she stretched her arms out above her.

“Took ya long enough.” She told him as her eyes watched every muscle in his body as he moved over to his clothes hamper and began to undress. A light that even she herself thought had been lost came to life inside of her as she watched piece after piece of creamy alabaster skin come in to view. In the darkness of the room, lit only by glimpses of the moon drifting though the window, his skin seemed to glow in a comparison to his bright hair. Finally, when clad in only black silk boxers, a luxury Yohji had influenced him with she knew, he crawled up in to his bed. She continued to lay there on the ground for a moment, thinking that maybe he wasn't even going to acknowledge her, when a pair of amethyst eyes suddenly dropped over his bed to stare at her. She let her mouth crack in to a seductive grin, phony as hell and they both knew it, but still it was the thought.

“Yes?” she purred at him with a voice that had only come from being on the streets too long.

“You still sleep on the floor.” He stated, not asked, in the tone that one had to become used to when dealing with Aya.

“You know me, I won't sleep in a bed alone.” She told him beginning to drop her mask, it was becoming much to hard to keep on now, and letting him see more of the person she had become since they last had been this close. He nodded slowly and sat back on the bed, removing his face from her view, but dropping a hand down to her instead. She allowed herself the simple luxury of lightly holding it with her own for a second. As she attempted to pull back from his hold though, the grip he had on her strengthened and with all the force he could he yanked her small light form up on to the bed, and partially on to him, in one liquid motion. She let a slightly pained, but not as startled as one would expect, gasp. His lips twitched in to what he was trying to make a smile. In that effort she could tell that he too had changed. And like her, not all for the better.

“There. Now your not alone.” He told her plainly. She looked down at him from where she was laying on his chest. Violet met amethyst and pain of both their lives flooded one another. When they last left, many of the things that they both wished had happened, hadn't. Aya had been 19, which was more then prime in all males minds, but Sünde had barely been 15. They had allowed themselves just the joy of being near one another. And sleeping together back then was just that, sleeping. Now as one pair of heated eyes met another they knew that this was their chance to finish what they both had never wanted to lose, but had.

“Off the floor, yes, but I must say, it was more comfortable down there.” She told him, laying her head in the crock of his neck as one hand came to play with his nipple, in what almost seemed an unconscious gesture. She received a small hiss of pleasure for her effort.

“Whys that?” he whispered, groaning against her onslaught, as lips moved in the same care free manor to take in the nipple her hand didn't have occupied.

“Cause now, your poking me.” She said with what might have been a giggle as her other hand wormed between them to gently fondle his silk clad erection.

“Well, lets just see what we can do about that.” He told her playfully, or at least as playful as Aya got, as he rolled them over so that she was under him as their mouths met in a brutal kiss, shadowing what the rest of the night was to hold for them.