Taken Care Of -- Gravitation (Mika/Sakano)
Title: Taken Care Of
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing: Mika x Sakano, light Mika x Tohma, implied one-sided Sakano x Tohma
Rating: R
Summary: Pre-series. When Sakano checks up on Tohma’s bride-to-be the night before the wedding, things don’t turn out the way he had expected.
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
Sakano knew it was pretty pathetic that he had nothing better to do with his Friday night than check up on Tohma Seguchi’s bride-to-be. As he pressed the hotel elevator button and fingered the extra key to the bridal suite in his pocket, he thought shamefully about how he’d already been in his nightclothes when Tohma had called-and it’d only been ten o’clock, the rehearsal dinner having finished just an hour before.
“I want you to make sure she’s taken care of,” he’d said. “I’d go myself, but I have so much to take care of before the wedding tomorrow. We would only get in each other’s way. You don’t mind, do you?”
Of course he didn’t mind. When did he ever mind? Even though he was the manager of Nittle Grasper, whenever Tohma said, “Jump,” Sakano was right there to ask, “How high?” People said he needed a hobby but, really, how long could a little infatuation last? A few months? A year? Certainly no longer than that, he assured himself.
The elevator doors opened with a ding, and Sakano walked down the corridor until he came to Mika’s suite. He knocked softly on the door once, twice, and then, receiving no response, a third time, a bit more firmly. Nothing happened. She didn’t open the door, didn’t call to him. Sakano was perplexed, but decided he would leave it at that. Turning around, he began to head back to the elevator, but froze instantly when horrific thoughts flashed through his head. What if something terrible had happened to her? What if some creep had followed her to her room and attacked her? What if she’d had a nasty fall or drowned in the bath? If anything had happened and Sakano left without finding out what, Tohma would have his head. He couldn’t leave. No, certainly not. Not without seeing her, making sure she was all right.
Fearing the worst, he rushed back to the door and retrieved the extra key from his pocket. Inside, the suite before him was in utter disarray. Chairs and tables were overturned, couch cushions bleeding their stuffing. A painting had been pulled down off the wall and a large suitcase lay empty in the middle of the floor, its contents surrounding it as if they had exploded from inside. Panicked, Sakano called out for her.
“Mika-san! Mika-san, are you here? Wh-Where are you? Mika-san!”
And then her voice came, lazy and drawling: “Relax, I’m in here.”
He found her in the bed upstairs, reclined in a satiny white nightgown, a half-filled champagne flute held loosely in her slender fingers.
“Are you all right, Mika-san? What-What happened here?”
“Can’t you tell?” She laughed humorlessly and took a sip of her drink. “I’ve gone hysterical.”
“Oh, is that all,” Sakano said weakly. “Well, no worries. I-I’m sure we can pay extra to have someone clean everything up tomorrow before your honeymoon.”
“What a relief,” Mika deadpanned before downing what was left of her drink. She frowned at the empty flute and tossed it aside, muttering something that sounded very much like “useless piece of crap.” Looking back at Sakano, she offered the fakest sweet smile she could muster and asked, “Since you’re here, would you kindly make yourself useful and get me that bottle over there?”
The bottle of champagne was on its side in a corner, a pair of tiny blue panties slung carelessly around its slim neck; a warm flush spread across his face as he picked them off with the very tips of his fingers.
“Oh, sorry,” she said. “It’s for tomorrow. Something blue, you know. It’s an American thing Tohma told me about. Thanks.”
She took the bottle, uncapped it, and took a swig, tilting her head back. Sakano watched the movement of her neck muscles and swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away. She lowered the bottle and licked her lips, eyeing him for a moment before drawing her legs up, bending her knees.
“Have a seat.” She nodded at the now empty spot at the foot of the bed. “So, Tohma sent you.”
“Yes.” Sakano sat down gingerly, avoiding her steady gaze. He always had trouble looking into women’s eyes. “He wanted to make sure you were taken care of.”
“Of course he did,” she scoffed. “That’s why he sent you instead of coming himself, right? Please, don’t make me laugh. He could care less about taking care of his distraught little bride.”
“Why are you distraught?” He chose not to even try denying her remark. “You seemed so happy at the dinner tonight.”
“Well, I figured I need to start practicing my smile for the public.” She smirked, nudging his hip playfully with her bare foot.
He scooted away a little and cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses unnecessarily.
“Mika-san, you should be excited! You’re about to marry a great man! A musical genius! It’s going to be a great day for you and-”
“What, you want to marry him, do you?”
“N-N-No!” He exclaimed a bit too loudly, immediately red-faced. “No, no, of course not. No. No, I-”
“It’s okay.” Mika took a drink and moved to set the bottle on the floor. “I don’t blame you. I suppose I don’t even blame myself, if that makes any sense. I just didn’t expect this to happen so quickly. I mean, it feels like he and Eiri just got back from New York and-” Her voice cracked and Sakano looked at her, eyes wide and fearful. He hoped she wouldn’t cry. He really hoped she wouldn’t cry. “Eiri still isn’t acting like himself and I feel like I shouldn’t be leaving him just yet. But I just-I just can’t stand being stuck in the temple anymore. And, well, Tohma can give me a way out, can’t he? I’m an awfully selfish person.” She paused, letting out a bark of incredulous laughter. “Oh good God! I’m getting fucking married tomorrow!”
“C-Congratulations?”
That earned him a good, hard smack in the face with an overstuffed pink pillow, which he figured he probably deserved. He quickly righted himself before he fell off the bed, glasses askew, hair ruffled; Mika chuckled adoringly and sat up straight, reaching over to pat him on the cheek.
“You’re a little dense sometimes, you know that? But you’re a real sweetheart.”
He stammered something inaudible, serving only to make himself cuter in Mika’s eyes. She blamed the champagne. She moved closer, crawling on her knees, and fixed his glasses before he could do it himself, smiling when he made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a gag. Her fingers lingered on the side of his face, the tips of her nails dangerously close to brushing against his ear.
“Well, Mika-san,” he barely managed to choke out, “it-it seems like you’re all right, so I think maybe I should go.”
She grabbed his arm, fingers digging into his sleeve with a desperation Sakano was all too familiar with. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder and inhaled, deep, exhaling shaky breaths into the fabric of his shirt. He swallowed thickly, heat rising rapidly up his neck, as she lifted her head and looked straight into his eyes.
“I’m not all right, Sakano.” Her lips touched the corner of his mouth as she whispered, “I’m not all right.”
He closed his eyes, head spinning, heart tripping, and she kissed him. Her hand loosened its grip and slid up, over his shoulder, to rest, fingers splayed, at the back of his neck. She pulled him close and his lips parted with the movement, the soft sound of contentment that escaped him lost in her mouth. She fell back onto the bed, and he followed, settling between her legs. She rolled her hips and his face flushed when his body responded. Her thighs tightened around his waist as her hands grasped at the back of his shirt; and she kissed him again and again and again, moving against him and inspiring answering rocks and thrusts from the body above her.
Sakano buried his face in Mika’s neck, shame and arousal and embarrassment mingling in his gut and groin. The straps of her nightgown were slipping down her arms and he could feel the firmness of her breasts pressing against him. This was wrong, he knew, but nothing so bad had ever felt so good. She was hot and he was hot and they were on fire, and he’d never felt so wanted.
He couldn’t take it.
With great effort-seeing as how her hands were gripping mercilessly at his hair-he pulled himself away from the temptation of her warm, inviting body.
“I-I can’t do this, Mika-san. Sorry. I need to go, uh, wash my-hands.”
Sakano spent five minutes locked in the bathroom, breathing deeply, calming down, running his hands under the cold, cold water. He hated having to stop, but as it was, he already didn’t know how he was going to face her or Tohma anymore. And he just knew he wasn’t going to feel right showing up at the wedding tomorrow. He wondered if he’d actually be missed.
When he came back out, she had the bed sheets pulled around her, watching him silently. He avoided her eyes, the muscles of her neck, and her bare ankles, heading determinedly to the bedroom door.
“Won’t you stay?”
No, he won’t. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good-”
“Please.”
He stopped, mere inches away from the doorframe. He didn’t know why he had such a hard time refusing her. She wasn’t Tohma, wasn’t anything like him, really. She was just a woman. And sure, usually women scared him, but he could always run away from them and not feel bad about it. But he couldn’t do that now. Not to her. And he couldn’t figure out why.
“If I stay here alone,” she was saying, “I’ll drive myself crazy. We won’t do anything, all right? Just stay.”
He turned to face her and met her imploring gaze, his ultimate downfall. Sighing, he slipped out of his shoes and made his way back to the bed. She took his hand, lacing their fingers together, and their hands were the only things that touched the whole night through, and that was enough.
Of course he went to the wedding the next day. He gave them both his most sincere congratulations, and they thanked him earnestly with gracious smiles. And Sakano never thought about what happened between him and Mika ever again.
Well, except on those rare nights when Tohma would work into the wee hours of the morning. And Mika would call and say, “I’ll drive myself crazy here, alone.” And Sakano-no matter how late it was, no matter where she was, no matter how dressed for bed he was-would drop everything and go, and stay with her.
It was, after all, his job to make sure she was always taken care of.
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing: Mika x Sakano, light Mika x Tohma, implied one-sided Sakano x Tohma
Rating: R
Summary: Pre-series. When Sakano checks up on Tohma’s bride-to-be the night before the wedding, things don’t turn out the way he had expected.
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
Sakano knew it was pretty pathetic that he had nothing better to do with his Friday night than check up on Tohma Seguchi’s bride-to-be. As he pressed the hotel elevator button and fingered the extra key to the bridal suite in his pocket, he thought shamefully about how he’d already been in his nightclothes when Tohma had called-and it’d only been ten o’clock, the rehearsal dinner having finished just an hour before.
“I want you to make sure she’s taken care of,” he’d said. “I’d go myself, but I have so much to take care of before the wedding tomorrow. We would only get in each other’s way. You don’t mind, do you?”
Of course he didn’t mind. When did he ever mind? Even though he was the manager of Nittle Grasper, whenever Tohma said, “Jump,” Sakano was right there to ask, “How high?” People said he needed a hobby but, really, how long could a little infatuation last? A few months? A year? Certainly no longer than that, he assured himself.
The elevator doors opened with a ding, and Sakano walked down the corridor until he came to Mika’s suite. He knocked softly on the door once, twice, and then, receiving no response, a third time, a bit more firmly. Nothing happened. She didn’t open the door, didn’t call to him. Sakano was perplexed, but decided he would leave it at that. Turning around, he began to head back to the elevator, but froze instantly when horrific thoughts flashed through his head. What if something terrible had happened to her? What if some creep had followed her to her room and attacked her? What if she’d had a nasty fall or drowned in the bath? If anything had happened and Sakano left without finding out what, Tohma would have his head. He couldn’t leave. No, certainly not. Not without seeing her, making sure she was all right.
Fearing the worst, he rushed back to the door and retrieved the extra key from his pocket. Inside, the suite before him was in utter disarray. Chairs and tables were overturned, couch cushions bleeding their stuffing. A painting had been pulled down off the wall and a large suitcase lay empty in the middle of the floor, its contents surrounding it as if they had exploded from inside. Panicked, Sakano called out for her.
“Mika-san! Mika-san, are you here? Wh-Where are you? Mika-san!”
And then her voice came, lazy and drawling: “Relax, I’m in here.”
He found her in the bed upstairs, reclined in a satiny white nightgown, a half-filled champagne flute held loosely in her slender fingers.
“Are you all right, Mika-san? What-What happened here?”
“Can’t you tell?” She laughed humorlessly and took a sip of her drink. “I’ve gone hysterical.”
“Oh, is that all,” Sakano said weakly. “Well, no worries. I-I’m sure we can pay extra to have someone clean everything up tomorrow before your honeymoon.”
“What a relief,” Mika deadpanned before downing what was left of her drink. She frowned at the empty flute and tossed it aside, muttering something that sounded very much like “useless piece of crap.” Looking back at Sakano, she offered the fakest sweet smile she could muster and asked, “Since you’re here, would you kindly make yourself useful and get me that bottle over there?”
The bottle of champagne was on its side in a corner, a pair of tiny blue panties slung carelessly around its slim neck; a warm flush spread across his face as he picked them off with the very tips of his fingers.
“Oh, sorry,” she said. “It’s for tomorrow. Something blue, you know. It’s an American thing Tohma told me about. Thanks.”
She took the bottle, uncapped it, and took a swig, tilting her head back. Sakano watched the movement of her neck muscles and swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away. She lowered the bottle and licked her lips, eyeing him for a moment before drawing her legs up, bending her knees.
“Have a seat.” She nodded at the now empty spot at the foot of the bed. “So, Tohma sent you.”
“Yes.” Sakano sat down gingerly, avoiding her steady gaze. He always had trouble looking into women’s eyes. “He wanted to make sure you were taken care of.”
“Of course he did,” she scoffed. “That’s why he sent you instead of coming himself, right? Please, don’t make me laugh. He could care less about taking care of his distraught little bride.”
“Why are you distraught?” He chose not to even try denying her remark. “You seemed so happy at the dinner tonight.”
“Well, I figured I need to start practicing my smile for the public.” She smirked, nudging his hip playfully with her bare foot.
He scooted away a little and cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses unnecessarily.
“Mika-san, you should be excited! You’re about to marry a great man! A musical genius! It’s going to be a great day for you and-”
“What, you want to marry him, do you?”
“N-N-No!” He exclaimed a bit too loudly, immediately red-faced. “No, no, of course not. No. No, I-”
“It’s okay.” Mika took a drink and moved to set the bottle on the floor. “I don’t blame you. I suppose I don’t even blame myself, if that makes any sense. I just didn’t expect this to happen so quickly. I mean, it feels like he and Eiri just got back from New York and-” Her voice cracked and Sakano looked at her, eyes wide and fearful. He hoped she wouldn’t cry. He really hoped she wouldn’t cry. “Eiri still isn’t acting like himself and I feel like I shouldn’t be leaving him just yet. But I just-I just can’t stand being stuck in the temple anymore. And, well, Tohma can give me a way out, can’t he? I’m an awfully selfish person.” She paused, letting out a bark of incredulous laughter. “Oh good God! I’m getting fucking married tomorrow!”
“C-Congratulations?”
That earned him a good, hard smack in the face with an overstuffed pink pillow, which he figured he probably deserved. He quickly righted himself before he fell off the bed, glasses askew, hair ruffled; Mika chuckled adoringly and sat up straight, reaching over to pat him on the cheek.
“You’re a little dense sometimes, you know that? But you’re a real sweetheart.”
He stammered something inaudible, serving only to make himself cuter in Mika’s eyes. She blamed the champagne. She moved closer, crawling on her knees, and fixed his glasses before he could do it himself, smiling when he made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a gag. Her fingers lingered on the side of his face, the tips of her nails dangerously close to brushing against his ear.
“Well, Mika-san,” he barely managed to choke out, “it-it seems like you’re all right, so I think maybe I should go.”
She grabbed his arm, fingers digging into his sleeve with a desperation Sakano was all too familiar with. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder and inhaled, deep, exhaling shaky breaths into the fabric of his shirt. He swallowed thickly, heat rising rapidly up his neck, as she lifted her head and looked straight into his eyes.
“I’m not all right, Sakano.” Her lips touched the corner of his mouth as she whispered, “I’m not all right.”
He closed his eyes, head spinning, heart tripping, and she kissed him. Her hand loosened its grip and slid up, over his shoulder, to rest, fingers splayed, at the back of his neck. She pulled him close and his lips parted with the movement, the soft sound of contentment that escaped him lost in her mouth. She fell back onto the bed, and he followed, settling between her legs. She rolled her hips and his face flushed when his body responded. Her thighs tightened around his waist as her hands grasped at the back of his shirt; and she kissed him again and again and again, moving against him and inspiring answering rocks and thrusts from the body above her.
Sakano buried his face in Mika’s neck, shame and arousal and embarrassment mingling in his gut and groin. The straps of her nightgown were slipping down her arms and he could feel the firmness of her breasts pressing against him. This was wrong, he knew, but nothing so bad had ever felt so good. She was hot and he was hot and they were on fire, and he’d never felt so wanted.
He couldn’t take it.
With great effort-seeing as how her hands were gripping mercilessly at his hair-he pulled himself away from the temptation of her warm, inviting body.
“I-I can’t do this, Mika-san. Sorry. I need to go, uh, wash my-hands.”
Sakano spent five minutes locked in the bathroom, breathing deeply, calming down, running his hands under the cold, cold water. He hated having to stop, but as it was, he already didn’t know how he was going to face her or Tohma anymore. And he just knew he wasn’t going to feel right showing up at the wedding tomorrow. He wondered if he’d actually be missed.
When he came back out, she had the bed sheets pulled around her, watching him silently. He avoided her eyes, the muscles of her neck, and her bare ankles, heading determinedly to the bedroom door.
“Won’t you stay?”
No, he won’t. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good-”
“Please.”
He stopped, mere inches away from the doorframe. He didn’t know why he had such a hard time refusing her. She wasn’t Tohma, wasn’t anything like him, really. She was just a woman. And sure, usually women scared him, but he could always run away from them and not feel bad about it. But he couldn’t do that now. Not to her. And he couldn’t figure out why.
“If I stay here alone,” she was saying, “I’ll drive myself crazy. We won’t do anything, all right? Just stay.”
He turned to face her and met her imploring gaze, his ultimate downfall. Sighing, he slipped out of his shoes and made his way back to the bed. She took his hand, lacing their fingers together, and their hands were the only things that touched the whole night through, and that was enough.
Of course he went to the wedding the next day. He gave them both his most sincere congratulations, and they thanked him earnestly with gracious smiles. And Sakano never thought about what happened between him and Mika ever again.
Well, except on those rare nights when Tohma would work into the wee hours of the morning. And Mika would call and say, “I’ll drive myself crazy here, alone.” And Sakano-no matter how late it was, no matter where she was, no matter how dressed for bed he was-would drop everything and go, and stay with her.
It was, after all, his job to make sure she was always taken care of.