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[July 8] [Junjou Romantica] Living a Dying Dream
Title: Living a Dying Dream
Day/Theme: July 8 / time will kiss the world goodbye
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Risako/Tsumori, mentioning of Terrorist
Rating: PG-13 bordering NC-17... idk.
Takatsuki Risako stared at the glass before her. She didn't frequent the bar scene often and she was remembering why. The noise level was atrocious and a few people were beyond drunk and rude to remember their personal space. She had beaten off one guy from her, the last thing she wanted was another coming over... she ran a hand over her hair as she downed more of her mixed drink, slamming it onto the bar table. She glared down at said drink. She honestly hadn't been planning on getting hammered. No, that was one of the things that was usually very far in her mind. But after what she heard today... alcohol was the only cure. It was funny, how the world worked. She and Miyagi Yoh had gotten married in the hopes of falling in love. But instead, she had found comfort in another's arms and he couldn't let go of another...
And now... right when they were beginning to get along again, even after the divorce, she had heard one of the worst things she could ever imagine.
She was bringing Yoh some homemade food, knowing that a bachelor fridge was always poorly stocked, only to hear distinctive moans.
That had pricked her heart.
The moment she realized those moans were coming from another man, she felt as if her gut had been kicked.
She stood frozen at Yoh's apartment door, holding a large bento full of food. She couldn't move, no matter how hard she mentally urged her legs to. The longer she stayed, the worse it would get.
And worse it got.
Her eyes widened as she heard her ex-husband utter 3 syllables that should never come out of his mouth in an aroused voice. The bento fell to the floor, rice spilling out and picked vegetables rolled on the ground. The clatter of the box made her bolt away from the door...
–
And now, here she was, drinking it up. She sighed. She couldn't help but wonder, what the hell was Yoh thinking when he thought it would be okay to bone her little brother? He couldn't really think that was a good idea! No, it was more than likely all Shinobu's idea. But that couldn't explain why Yoh sounded so passionate back there. He had never been that passionate during sex. Sex between the two of them had always been more of a chore than pleasure. What she had heard back there... that had sounded like complete ecstasy!
“Well, if it isn't Takatsuki Risako-san.”
She glanced over at the blond man. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a black button-up shirt. His blue-gray eyes dancing playfully. She smirked. “Tsumori Chiaki. How are things?”
“All is well. How are things with Yoh... get back with him yet?
Risako's smirk fell and she focused her glare to the dance floor. “I don't think Yoh and I are going to work.”
“Mm... sounds like the same thing you told me...”
She glared at him now, eying that wolfish smile... how she hated him... and yet she couldn't help but admit, he was so hot.
He pulled a seat out beside her, taking a seat and offered to pay for her next drink. She sighed. What would it hurt?
–
After five mix drinks and two crying sessions, Risako found herself in Tsumori's apartment, his lips upon hers and tongue begging for entrance. She shuddered against him and opened her mouth. He graciously began to plunder her mouth, she wrapped her arms around his neck and felt herself falling... falling down into the bed. Tsumori pulled their lips apart, gazing down at her with those playful eyes filled with lust. He murmured to her. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Risako moaned as she felt his weight press into her private heat. She narrowed her eyes at him. How unfair... was she not allowed to think straight? But perhaps for this night, thinking straight wasn't a good idea. She licked her lips, heart flipping as she noticed the effect it had on him. She purred. “On three conditions....”
“Uh huh...”
“You wear a condom.”
“Of course!”
“I'm on top.”
He laughed, rubbing her leg lecherously. “I haven't forgotten how you like it, Risako.”
She slapped his hand away, gray eyes staring into his blue-grays. “And lastly... if you're gay or even bi... leave me now.”
He paused at this... he was straight, he knew that... but he could tell that this last rule was extremely sensitive to her. He wrapped his arms around her. “Don't worry Risako... I harbor no feelings for anyone other than you.”
She shuddered as his lips claimed hers again and she could feel time stop, leaving her behind as he flipped them over, allowing her to crawl a top of him... perhaps things weren't so bad when the world left her behind.
(THE END)
A/N: My other Risako/Tsumori fiction went kind of like this too... xD what can I say? I like the drunk scene for these two... lolol
I don't like this one very well either. Oh well.
Day/Theme: July 8 / time will kiss the world goodbye
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Risako/Tsumori, mentioning of Terrorist
Rating: PG-13 bordering NC-17... idk.
Takatsuki Risako stared at the glass before her. She didn't frequent the bar scene often and she was remembering why. The noise level was atrocious and a few people were beyond drunk and rude to remember their personal space. She had beaten off one guy from her, the last thing she wanted was another coming over... she ran a hand over her hair as she downed more of her mixed drink, slamming it onto the bar table. She glared down at said drink. She honestly hadn't been planning on getting hammered. No, that was one of the things that was usually very far in her mind. But after what she heard today... alcohol was the only cure. It was funny, how the world worked. She and Miyagi Yoh had gotten married in the hopes of falling in love. But instead, she had found comfort in another's arms and he couldn't let go of another...
And now... right when they were beginning to get along again, even after the divorce, she had heard one of the worst things she could ever imagine.
She was bringing Yoh some homemade food, knowing that a bachelor fridge was always poorly stocked, only to hear distinctive moans.
That had pricked her heart.
The moment she realized those moans were coming from another man, she felt as if her gut had been kicked.
She stood frozen at Yoh's apartment door, holding a large bento full of food. She couldn't move, no matter how hard she mentally urged her legs to. The longer she stayed, the worse it would get.
And worse it got.
Her eyes widened as she heard her ex-husband utter 3 syllables that should never come out of his mouth in an aroused voice. The bento fell to the floor, rice spilling out and picked vegetables rolled on the ground. The clatter of the box made her bolt away from the door...
–
And now, here she was, drinking it up. She sighed. She couldn't help but wonder, what the hell was Yoh thinking when he thought it would be okay to bone her little brother? He couldn't really think that was a good idea! No, it was more than likely all Shinobu's idea. But that couldn't explain why Yoh sounded so passionate back there. He had never been that passionate during sex. Sex between the two of them had always been more of a chore than pleasure. What she had heard back there... that had sounded like complete ecstasy!
“Well, if it isn't Takatsuki Risako-san.”
She glanced over at the blond man. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a black button-up shirt. His blue-gray eyes dancing playfully. She smirked. “Tsumori Chiaki. How are things?”
“All is well. How are things with Yoh... get back with him yet?
Risako's smirk fell and she focused her glare to the dance floor. “I don't think Yoh and I are going to work.”
“Mm... sounds like the same thing you told me...”
She glared at him now, eying that wolfish smile... how she hated him... and yet she couldn't help but admit, he was so hot.
He pulled a seat out beside her, taking a seat and offered to pay for her next drink. She sighed. What would it hurt?
–
After five mix drinks and two crying sessions, Risako found herself in Tsumori's apartment, his lips upon hers and tongue begging for entrance. She shuddered against him and opened her mouth. He graciously began to plunder her mouth, she wrapped her arms around his neck and felt herself falling... falling down into the bed. Tsumori pulled their lips apart, gazing down at her with those playful eyes filled with lust. He murmured to her. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Risako moaned as she felt his weight press into her private heat. She narrowed her eyes at him. How unfair... was she not allowed to think straight? But perhaps for this night, thinking straight wasn't a good idea. She licked her lips, heart flipping as she noticed the effect it had on him. She purred. “On three conditions....”
“Uh huh...”
“You wear a condom.”
“Of course!”
“I'm on top.”
He laughed, rubbing her leg lecherously. “I haven't forgotten how you like it, Risako.”
She slapped his hand away, gray eyes staring into his blue-grays. “And lastly... if you're gay or even bi... leave me now.”
He paused at this... he was straight, he knew that... but he could tell that this last rule was extremely sensitive to her. He wrapped his arms around her. “Don't worry Risako... I harbor no feelings for anyone other than you.”
She shuddered as his lips claimed hers again and she could feel time stop, leaving her behind as he flipped them over, allowing her to crawl a top of him... perhaps things weren't so bad when the world left her behind.
(THE END)
A/N: My other Risako/Tsumori fiction went kind of like this too... xD what can I say? I like the drunk scene for these two... lolol
I don't like this one very well either. Oh well.