foreplay

I put the car in park and sat there a few, agonizing moments. What was I doing? Was I really doing this? I barely knew this girl, no, woman, and yet here I am; sitting just a few feet from her door, staring at it as if it had jaws. I snicker. Considering the owner it may as well have.

With a sigh I folded my arms over the steering wheel and laid my head against them.

"Get out of the car." I tell myself. Taking a deep breath I sit back and pull the key from the ignition. My little Jetta rumbled to a halt, the irritating beep echoing loudly in my ears.

"Yea I know my seatbelts off. Shove it…" With an aggravated huff I slammed the car door shut and hit the button twice on my key remote, the beep sounding to assure it locked. Again I sighed and stared at the off-white door across from me. Why was this so…hard?

"God damn. When did I lose my spine?" I ran a hand through my bangs, grumbling when it got stuck in the tangled mess. I drew my hand back and grimaced at the amount of sweat collected in my palm.

"Fucking hell." I peered at the sky through my sunglasses, cursing the heat. Freshly showered and I was already soaked through…and not in the good way. Now I had to knock before I was dripping through my damn clothes.

Pulling the screen door back I raised a hand to knock only for the door to open before I had a chance to do anything more. Shizuru smiled then and I knew she had been watching me from inside. Stalker much? But at the moment I could care less with the sight that greeted me.

Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, a few curls resting against her shoulders. The v-neck she wore fit in all the right places and her black yoga pants sat just at her hips, a small patch of creamy skin just begging for attention between the two. Without those boots from before she was just as tall, if not an inch shorter than me.

I found myself captivated once again by her lips and couldn't help but stare.

She clucked her tongue and tapped my chin lightly with a delicate finger, drawing my gaze to hers.

"You're drooling, dear."

I blinked, a blush steadily rising to my cheeks.

"I, uh…"

"Ara, has a cat gotten to Nao-han's tongue? Such a shame. I had so much fun with it last time."

I blanched. Jesus crap, this woman! Now I knew how Kuga felt.

She chuckled and took my wrist, tugging me into the house. I nearly stumbled through the door as my mind tried to wrap around such a tantalizing comment. With a quick bump of her hip the door shut and she turned to lean her back against it. I plopped down on the couch and eyed her.

"So what do I owe the pleasure?"

I shrugged, eyes refusing to meet hers. Instead I scanned the simple décor of the former kaichou's home. The walls were painted a cool shade of blue with several art prints of what I assumed was Kyoto gardens. The living room was small but in no way cramped. A tall, shoji styled shade was against one corner of the room, the other housing the crème leather couch I was now seated on. A small, glass coffee table sat in front of me with several college textbooks on business and accounting; no doubt something her parents were forcing on her to study. A smile graced my lips. Everything seemed so basic yet so Shizuru, right down to the half drunken cup of tea on the table.

"See something you like?"

I turned in time to see said kaichou sauntering her way over to the couch, stopping directly in front of me. I swallowed, a memory of the club and the same position we were currently in flashing through my brain. I was suddenly very warm.

"Funny you should ask that."

With a cheshire grin she laid a hand on either of my shoulders and roughly pushed my back to the couch. All humour drained from my face as I watched in rapt fascination her straddle my hips. The lump in my throat felt like a jagged boulder slowly choking me.

"God, Nao. I can practically smell you."

I swallowed hard and choked out a nervous laugh. "Y-yea well I was sweating my ass off out there." Holy shit my head's going to implode…

"No." She leaned forward, making every effort to roll her hips against mine, nose tucked just under my ear. "You know that's not what I'm talking about."

Ohmigod.

I groaned. "Shizuru…"

She placed a finger over my lips, shaking her head.

"It's alright, Nao." Her fingers laced through my hair, nails kneading the scalp and my body instantly relaxed against hers. As I stared into those slowly darkening eyes my heart skipped a beat. Before I knew how to stop it my hand snaked around her neck and pulled her down for a searing kiss.

Lavender and tea instantly assaulted my senses in the most delicious way possible. My tongue flicked out to deepen the kiss. I moaned softly when I felt her lips part and our tongues meet. With a growl I surged forward, careful not to throw Shizuru from my lap, and switched our positions. My hands were everywhere; in her hair, down her arms, under her shirt. When the pad of my palm grazed the underside of a breast her breath hitched, the grip she had on either of my arms tightening.

"Yuuki."

I grinned, drawing lazy circles over her twitching stomach. "Fujino."

She huffed, blood red eyes burning holes into mine. "Don't tease."

I had to laugh then, roughly cupping a breast while my other hand idly played with the fine hairs at the back of her neck. Her back arched into my touch and I shivered. I had the almighty kaichou of Fuuka Academy writhing under me like a dog in heat. Oh Kuga. You had no idea what you were missing out on did you?

"What's wrong? It's not fun being on the receiving end of this, is it?" My thumb brushed against a nipple and the sound of Shizuru's broken moan would forever be burned into my ears. I groaned. I wanted her to do it again.

With something akin to a snarl she was suddenly upon me, my back once again slamming onto the couch. Shizuru nestled her nose in the crook of my neck, tongue and teeth dancing along my collarbone. I sighed and tilted my head back, giving her plenty of access to my neck. She could have the dominance as long as she didn't stop.

"F-Fujino…"

A hand snaked its way down the front of my chest, playing across my stomach. When fingers reached the hem of my jeans I immediately sobered, snatching her hand in my own.

A thin brow was raised. "Ara, is there a problem?"

I gulped audibly. "I don't think we should be doing this."

She gave me a feral grin and with a quick flick of the wrist broke free of my trembling hand.

"Don't lie to me, Yuuki."

Anything I was about to say was swallowed by her lips crashing against mine. My fingers blindly traveled up the brunette's neck, burying them in her hair and tugging. Shizuru moaned, the cry dying in my throat. Without breaking the kiss her hand continued its previous journey south until it disappeared under my jeans. I stifled a moan when nimble fingers danced teasingly over the thin material between my legs, pushing them aside. I inhaled sharply at the first feel of her hand on me, body pulled taunt like a bow.

She chuckled, pulling back just so our lips were barely touching. "You were saying?"

I whimpered, hips rolling up to meet the excruciating slow pace her fingers were setting. "Fujino, please." Fuck me, how embarrassing! To think that I would ever beg, let alone beg one Shizuru Fujino. For sex!

"Please what, Nao-han?"

I knew my face had to be blood red, both from the embarrassment and from what this infuriating woman was doing (or not doing) to me. "Do you rea—ah, fuck!" My head lolled back when I felt a digit slip into velvet heat, all coherent thought gone from my head.

Shizuru chuckled throatily, lips attaching themselves to my exposed neck. "Mm, that was the plan." Teeth gently nipped at the skin when another finger slipped in to join the other.

I hissed and, nearly choking, let out a strangled moan. Fujino, seemingly pleased, traced the contours of my ear with her tongue. I couldn't take much more. My chest felt like it was about to explode, heart ramming against my ribs.

We kissed fiercely, a clash of tongue and teeth, separating only when I began to lift up Shizuru's shirt. A whine escaped me when she removed her hand and reached down to help. Taking my trembling hands in her own she guided the material upwards and off, tossing it to the side.

My hips jerked against her, already missing the contact. "Shizuru, please."

"Nao—"

There was a knock at the door before it was opened, a slack jawed Kuga staring at the scene before her. We both froze, Shizuru's eyes wide in shock while I tried not to vomit.

Really God? What did I do to piss you off that bad?

"Ara, Natsuki. Nao-han and I were just…getting reacquainted."

I snorted. And by reacquainted she means fucking me, Kuga. Talk about blue balls…



-TBC- (maybe, if I feel like it)