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chien_rouge525“Nino?”
His small voice snapped me out of my dazed reverie, cutting me off at the most important part of that reminiscent dream and instead had me staring right back at him staring at me.
“You don’t seem to be sick. But you’re a bit pale. Want me to tell the big boss you can’t make it to tonight’s appointments? I can give him a call while you go and rest.” He took out his phone and started punching in some numbers. He moved away from me which gave me a few moments to admire from behind; his posture, the way his hips swayed, his small fingers calloused with many hours of working on solos and reports for NEWS ZERO. Suddenly the heat wasn’t up here. But down there. And I knew just the person to help me with it.
He remained on the phone speaking in small tones and I was moving silently closer to him. The phone call ended and I could hear his muffled voice as if he were somewhere far. My mind was blank and all I could think was to keep myself in check as I remembered that night and how it all ended; as I feel the heat travel faster and faster downward and my mind slowly spiraling into darkness, shrouding my thinking. He put his phone inside his pocket and turned to me. I surprised myself with the fact that I could still control myself despite the beast slowly growling louder and louder inside me.
“What did I the boss say?” I somehow managed to say.
“He said to take care of yourself. He doesn’t want you to drive so I offered if I could drive you home. Unless you mind of course.” He wasn’t looking at me, rather he busied himself with his duffel bag, searching for his keys.
“I’m grateful for all your help Let me get my bag. Come with me for a bit. I’m a bit too weak to carry it alone.”
I moved closer, our faces nearly touching. I could feel his heavy breathing on my neck as I curved my head to bring my lips to his ears.
He wreaks of mint. And Aiba’s parfum.
I should do something about that parfum scent still enveloping him.
“Unless you mind.” I whispered in his eary.
He shuddered. “N-Not at all. Let’s go” He pushed me back and walked ahead. I smirked. He was the same as before. I knew where he hated and loved the most. I could still read him.
This should be interesting.
I followed suit and started walking to my dressing room, careful to hide any hints of what was constantly running through my mind as we neared my dressing room.
(OMG. I am getting to the good part so please don't hate on me. I'm planning a to dedicate an entire chapter as a LEMON chapter. Oh goodness gracious. Please pray I don't faint while I write it. Ghad. This is why I made it a short chapter. )
His small voice snapped me out of my dazed reverie, cutting me off at the most important part of that reminiscent dream and instead had me staring right back at him staring at me.
“You don’t seem to be sick. But you’re a bit pale. Want me to tell the big boss you can’t make it to tonight’s appointments? I can give him a call while you go and rest.” He took out his phone and started punching in some numbers. He moved away from me which gave me a few moments to admire from behind; his posture, the way his hips swayed, his small fingers calloused with many hours of working on solos and reports for NEWS ZERO. Suddenly the heat wasn’t up here. But down there. And I knew just the person to help me with it.
He remained on the phone speaking in small tones and I was moving silently closer to him. The phone call ended and I could hear his muffled voice as if he were somewhere far. My mind was blank and all I could think was to keep myself in check as I remembered that night and how it all ended; as I feel the heat travel faster and faster downward and my mind slowly spiraling into darkness, shrouding my thinking. He put his phone inside his pocket and turned to me. I surprised myself with the fact that I could still control myself despite the beast slowly growling louder and louder inside me.
“What did I the boss say?” I somehow managed to say.
“He said to take care of yourself. He doesn’t want you to drive so I offered if I could drive you home. Unless you mind of course.” He wasn’t looking at me, rather he busied himself with his duffel bag, searching for his keys.
“I’m grateful for all your help Let me get my bag. Come with me for a bit. I’m a bit too weak to carry it alone.”
I moved closer, our faces nearly touching. I could feel his heavy breathing on my neck as I curved my head to bring my lips to his ears.
He wreaks of mint. And Aiba’s parfum.
I should do something about that parfum scent still enveloping him.
“Unless you mind.” I whispered in his eary.
He shuddered. “N-Not at all. Let’s go” He pushed me back and walked ahead. I smirked. He was the same as before. I knew where he hated and loved the most. I could still read him.
This should be interesting.
I followed suit and started walking to my dressing room, careful to hide any hints of what was constantly running through my mind as we neared my dressing room.
(OMG. I am getting to the good part so please don't hate on me. I'm planning a to dedicate an entire chapter as a LEMON chapter. Oh goodness gracious. Please pray I don't faint while I write it. Ghad. This is why I made it a short chapter. )
