Behind Closed Doors. (One-shot)
Title: Behind Closed Doors (One Shot)
Author: novemberbaby86
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13 (Well, this depends on if you get my hints?)
Summary: This story takes place right after filming ended for Himitsu no Arashi-chan’s episode 12, the one that featured Jun’s date with Ooshima Miyuki. Jun had been dying to talk to Mao-chan for hours and now that he’s got the chance…
Disclaimer: How can anyone doubt that they belong to each other? So no, I don’t own these two.
Notes: (1) This is my first Maotsujun one-shot! I slacked off from work just to jot down notes for this one. I don’t think anyone was looking for me during that 30-minute time frame. xD (2)I had Utada Hikaru’s “Eternally - drama mix” on repeat while writing this. It got me into the mood immediately. You could try listening to the song while reading. Some of the lyrics aren’t fitting so ignore them, lol.
Behind Closed Doors.
“Otsukaresama deshita!”
Ooshima Miyuki’s thunderous voice nearly blasted Jun’s left eardrum as he had his ear pressed against the cherry oak door. He waited until he heard her walk down the hall to take a peek. When he saw her exit through the studio’s double doors, he heaved a sigh, and closed the door behind him. He looked at the petite figure sitting on the cream colored leather sofa and frowned when he heard her chuckle.
“You think this is funny? You know how long it took me to find an empty room with a durable lock?” he asked, walking towards her. She looked beautiful, even after a long day of strenuous work.
Three years ago, she was just a child. But now she had grown into a woman and she possessed the rare ability to influence his emotions. He hoped that none of his love for her would ever be obvious to audiences watching their events together.
Mao sat back and watched as he walked his “model” walk. It had been unbelievable to her eyes when she saw him walk like that the very first time. How could anyone have that kind of a walk without any hardcore practice? But for him, it was natural. Just like everything else about him.
“I wasn’t laughing at you. I was just thinking about how you kissed Ooshima-san’s hand earlier at the bowling alley,” she replied in a teasing voice. “She’s so lucky she got a kiss from you, Jun-kun.”
He sat down next to her with a slightly annoyed expression fixed on his handsome face. “You know I didn’t want to do that,” he said gravely, and looked down at his hands.
Her eyes lit up but she didn’t dare look at him. “Oh, yeah?”
“Obviously. You were there. I’d much rather kiss you.”
Her cheeks flushed. A smile spread across her face as she finally turned to face him. “Me over Ooshima-san?”
“I’d pick you over every woman out there.” Before Mao could open her mouth to say something, he continued with, “But you just had to throw one ball down the gutter. Aiba was right. You’re turning into a little devil. I spoil you too much.”
She tugged his arm like a child and said, “Ne, don’t be mad. It was just part of Ooshima-san’s script. It doesn’t mean anything.”
He looked at her arm for a second and then looked away, smiling secretively. “Sure.” He knew it was all for the sake of promoting Hanadan Final. But he was still a bit angry that his own girlfriend betrayed him and caused him to give Ooshima-san a kiss, even if it on the back of her hand. He wanted to know what kind of tactic Mao would now use just to pacify him. He’d settle for a kiss on the lips. He’d wanted to do just that all day long.
Sensing his irritated mood, she leaned closer and pecked his cheek, “You did look like a prince on the horse. Cho handsome.” Although she was not part of the scene, she had been watching them on the side. Her heart had fluttered when she saw him riding the horse and she couldn’t help but giggle like a school girl when she heard that he was described as Prince Charming. No one else knew that he was HER prince, and hers only.
He smirked at her comment. Ah ha. She was getting closer and closer to the entrance of his trap. He faked a cough and said, “Uh huh.” But thanks to his superb acting ability, his angry expression remained unchanged, whereas his heart rate was rising.
“You’re my prince,” she offered with another peck.
He wanted to groan out loud. No progress. He didn’t want just a peck. He wanted more than that. “Yep,” he said, dryly.
Slightly irritated by his attitude, she crossed her arms. “Why are you so mad? You threw a gutter ball in the first place. You really wanted to kiss her, didn’t you?”
He turned to look at her, suddenly realizing that she was turning away from this trap. “I meant it when I said no.” When he saw her cheeks redden, he smiled and leaned closer to her. “What, are you jealous that I kissed her hand?”
Instead of responding, Mao’s gaze dropped to the ground, followed by a moment of silence. Jun was stunned by her reaction and wondered if he had gone too far. Sure, he wanted a kiss from her, but he didn’t want to end up making her mad. She might not speak to him for a week. Her voice was like an addiction and he made sure he got his daily dose of Inoue Mao. If she got mad at him today, he’d start having withdrawal symptoms the next day. He was sure of it.
Fine, I’ll kiss her, he decided.
Just when he wanted to open his mouth to apologize, she stopped him with, “I can’t imagine your lips being on anyone else’s body. And you kissed her in front of me.” She was a professional actress but she was also an ordinary woman with insecurities. After all, their relationship was still kept under wraps.
Ooshima-san can find an excuse to kiss him but I can’t, she thought, painfully.
Feeling her insecurity, he grabbed hold of her hand. “What about when I had to say ‘I love you’ to her at the end?”
She gave him a tiny smile. “Thank goodness the camera wasn’t on me then, I think I must’ve looked like I wanted to rip her guts out.”
He laughed as he played with her fingers delicately. “I know, but I had to look at you before I said those words.”
“Why?”
“Those three words belong only to you so I needed your permission.” Saying “I love you” might be easy for some guys but definitely not for him. Before Mao, he never had the urge to say those three words. Sure, there had been a few girls in his life, but they didn’t matter once he met Mao. It seemed like her existence in his life gave no way for others.
Suppressing a smile, she said, “I don’t remember saying yes.” Her heart was now in the middle of exploding with warmth. So what if the public and other artists perceived him as being cold? They certainly had no idea how much warmth he could give to another person. Cold people aren’t capable of doing that.
“But your eyes agreed.”
“Eh?”
He leaned closer and closer to her face until the tips of their noses touched. He gazed into her eyes and uttered, “I looked into your eyes and saw your trust in me.”
She gave him a playful punch on the shoulder and pushed him away. “So full of yourself.”
“Yet you still love me,” he retorted with a shrug. He then buried his face into her neck, leaving a trail of tiny kisses.
Her cheeks flushed red for the third time today. “Jaa, let’s go on our date. No horse-back riding, no bowling…” Of course she could not continue then because the number of kisses on her neck increased, taking her breath away and blocking all coherent thoughts in her mind. At times, she hated herself for giving into his kisses so easily, but in the end, she was always in a good mood after their moments of intimacy.
“Then what?” he murmured.
“Just you, me and the beach. How’s that?”
“Going anywhere with you is perfect.” He was hers. Truly and entirely hers. While it may be true that he might have to do kissing scenes with other actresses in the future, he was sure that she would always remain the only one for him, just like how Makino was destined to be with Domyouji. His band mates might argue that he was too into the Hanadan world, but he knew that it wasn’t the case. He knew how to distinguish his feelings for the character Makino as Domyouji, and he understood clearly that his feelings for Mao-chan did not have anything to do with the drama at all. He loved her for who she was. A cute-looking girl who could be a bit devilish at times, but still retained her feminine touch whenever he showered her with hugs and kisses. Not to mention that whenever he needed someone for whatever reason, she would always be there with her arms wide opened.
“Um, well, then you’ve got to stop kissing me first,” she said, pushing him away. Her neck was hot and she automatically concluded that red spots accompanied the heat. She touched her neck with both hands and groaned. “Aw, now I have to use concealer to cover up these spots.”
But he ignored her and pulled her closer. “Just one more. One that I’ve been dying to do all day.”
“Hmm?” Her eyes widened. Could it be? Well, she knew that by kissing her neck, he would eventually get to the last step, but he had taken so long with the previous session that she thought he might not even get to it.
“You don’t have to conceal this one with anything. I promise.” With that he pressed his lips against hers and pretty soon he was savoring every part of her mouth. He gently placed his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and closer to him…
Domyouji Tsukasa once said the flavor of love happened to be Makino Tsukushi’s cookies. For Matsumoto Jun, however, the flavor of love was the sweet yet devilish taste of Inoue Mao’s lips. Just one taste and he was addicted.
So now he had to include “tasting” to his list of Inoue Mao addictions, which already included “touching” and “staring”. The more the merrier.
He was really beginning to like empty rooms with locks.
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Thanks for reading! Hmmm, shall I go work on more one-shots or focus on writing an ongoing one?
Ah, by the way, if you see any mistakes, please tell me! Arigatou gozaimasu!
Author: novemberbaby86
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13 (Well, this depends on if you get my hints?)
Summary: This story takes place right after filming ended for Himitsu no Arashi-chan’s episode 12, the one that featured Jun’s date with Ooshima Miyuki. Jun had been dying to talk to Mao-chan for hours and now that he’s got the chance…
Disclaimer: How can anyone doubt that they belong to each other? So no, I don’t own these two.
Notes: (1) This is my first Maotsujun one-shot! I slacked off from work just to jot down notes for this one. I don’t think anyone was looking for me during that 30-minute time frame. xD (2)I had Utada Hikaru’s “Eternally - drama mix” on repeat while writing this. It got me into the mood immediately. You could try listening to the song while reading. Some of the lyrics aren’t fitting so ignore them, lol.
Behind Closed Doors.
“Otsukaresama deshita!”
Ooshima Miyuki’s thunderous voice nearly blasted Jun’s left eardrum as he had his ear pressed against the cherry oak door. He waited until he heard her walk down the hall to take a peek. When he saw her exit through the studio’s double doors, he heaved a sigh, and closed the door behind him. He looked at the petite figure sitting on the cream colored leather sofa and frowned when he heard her chuckle.
“You think this is funny? You know how long it took me to find an empty room with a durable lock?” he asked, walking towards her. She looked beautiful, even after a long day of strenuous work.
Three years ago, she was just a child. But now she had grown into a woman and she possessed the rare ability to influence his emotions. He hoped that none of his love for her would ever be obvious to audiences watching their events together.
Mao sat back and watched as he walked his “model” walk. It had been unbelievable to her eyes when she saw him walk like that the very first time. How could anyone have that kind of a walk without any hardcore practice? But for him, it was natural. Just like everything else about him.
“I wasn’t laughing at you. I was just thinking about how you kissed Ooshima-san’s hand earlier at the bowling alley,” she replied in a teasing voice. “She’s so lucky she got a kiss from you, Jun-kun.”
He sat down next to her with a slightly annoyed expression fixed on his handsome face. “You know I didn’t want to do that,” he said gravely, and looked down at his hands.
Her eyes lit up but she didn’t dare look at him. “Oh, yeah?”
“Obviously. You were there. I’d much rather kiss you.”
Her cheeks flushed. A smile spread across her face as she finally turned to face him. “Me over Ooshima-san?”
“I’d pick you over every woman out there.” Before Mao could open her mouth to say something, he continued with, “But you just had to throw one ball down the gutter. Aiba was right. You’re turning into a little devil. I spoil you too much.”
She tugged his arm like a child and said, “Ne, don’t be mad. It was just part of Ooshima-san’s script. It doesn’t mean anything.”
He looked at her arm for a second and then looked away, smiling secretively. “Sure.” He knew it was all for the sake of promoting Hanadan Final. But he was still a bit angry that his own girlfriend betrayed him and caused him to give Ooshima-san a kiss, even if it on the back of her hand. He wanted to know what kind of tactic Mao would now use just to pacify him. He’d settle for a kiss on the lips. He’d wanted to do just that all day long.
Sensing his irritated mood, she leaned closer and pecked his cheek, “You did look like a prince on the horse. Cho handsome.” Although she was not part of the scene, she had been watching them on the side. Her heart had fluttered when she saw him riding the horse and she couldn’t help but giggle like a school girl when she heard that he was described as Prince Charming. No one else knew that he was HER prince, and hers only.
He smirked at her comment. Ah ha. She was getting closer and closer to the entrance of his trap. He faked a cough and said, “Uh huh.” But thanks to his superb acting ability, his angry expression remained unchanged, whereas his heart rate was rising.
“You’re my prince,” she offered with another peck.
He wanted to groan out loud. No progress. He didn’t want just a peck. He wanted more than that. “Yep,” he said, dryly.
Slightly irritated by his attitude, she crossed her arms. “Why are you so mad? You threw a gutter ball in the first place. You really wanted to kiss her, didn’t you?”
He turned to look at her, suddenly realizing that she was turning away from this trap. “I meant it when I said no.” When he saw her cheeks redden, he smiled and leaned closer to her. “What, are you jealous that I kissed her hand?”
Instead of responding, Mao’s gaze dropped to the ground, followed by a moment of silence. Jun was stunned by her reaction and wondered if he had gone too far. Sure, he wanted a kiss from her, but he didn’t want to end up making her mad. She might not speak to him for a week. Her voice was like an addiction and he made sure he got his daily dose of Inoue Mao. If she got mad at him today, he’d start having withdrawal symptoms the next day. He was sure of it.
Fine, I’ll kiss her, he decided.
Just when he wanted to open his mouth to apologize, she stopped him with, “I can’t imagine your lips being on anyone else’s body. And you kissed her in front of me.” She was a professional actress but she was also an ordinary woman with insecurities. After all, their relationship was still kept under wraps.
Ooshima-san can find an excuse to kiss him but I can’t, she thought, painfully.
Feeling her insecurity, he grabbed hold of her hand. “What about when I had to say ‘I love you’ to her at the end?”
She gave him a tiny smile. “Thank goodness the camera wasn’t on me then, I think I must’ve looked like I wanted to rip her guts out.”
He laughed as he played with her fingers delicately. “I know, but I had to look at you before I said those words.”
“Why?”
“Those three words belong only to you so I needed your permission.” Saying “I love you” might be easy for some guys but definitely not for him. Before Mao, he never had the urge to say those three words. Sure, there had been a few girls in his life, but they didn’t matter once he met Mao. It seemed like her existence in his life gave no way for others.
Suppressing a smile, she said, “I don’t remember saying yes.” Her heart was now in the middle of exploding with warmth. So what if the public and other artists perceived him as being cold? They certainly had no idea how much warmth he could give to another person. Cold people aren’t capable of doing that.
“But your eyes agreed.”
“Eh?”
He leaned closer and closer to her face until the tips of their noses touched. He gazed into her eyes and uttered, “I looked into your eyes and saw your trust in me.”
She gave him a playful punch on the shoulder and pushed him away. “So full of yourself.”
“Yet you still love me,” he retorted with a shrug. He then buried his face into her neck, leaving a trail of tiny kisses.
Her cheeks flushed red for the third time today. “Jaa, let’s go on our date. No horse-back riding, no bowling…” Of course she could not continue then because the number of kisses on her neck increased, taking her breath away and blocking all coherent thoughts in her mind. At times, she hated herself for giving into his kisses so easily, but in the end, she was always in a good mood after their moments of intimacy.
“Then what?” he murmured.
“Just you, me and the beach. How’s that?”
“Going anywhere with you is perfect.” He was hers. Truly and entirely hers. While it may be true that he might have to do kissing scenes with other actresses in the future, he was sure that she would always remain the only one for him, just like how Makino was destined to be with Domyouji. His band mates might argue that he was too into the Hanadan world, but he knew that it wasn’t the case. He knew how to distinguish his feelings for the character Makino as Domyouji, and he understood clearly that his feelings for Mao-chan did not have anything to do with the drama at all. He loved her for who she was. A cute-looking girl who could be a bit devilish at times, but still retained her feminine touch whenever he showered her with hugs and kisses. Not to mention that whenever he needed someone for whatever reason, she would always be there with her arms wide opened.
“Um, well, then you’ve got to stop kissing me first,” she said, pushing him away. Her neck was hot and she automatically concluded that red spots accompanied the heat. She touched her neck with both hands and groaned. “Aw, now I have to use concealer to cover up these spots.”
But he ignored her and pulled her closer. “Just one more. One that I’ve been dying to do all day.”
“Hmm?” Her eyes widened. Could it be? Well, she knew that by kissing her neck, he would eventually get to the last step, but he had taken so long with the previous session that she thought he might not even get to it.
“You don’t have to conceal this one with anything. I promise.” With that he pressed his lips against hers and pretty soon he was savoring every part of her mouth. He gently placed his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and closer to him…
Domyouji Tsukasa once said the flavor of love happened to be Makino Tsukushi’s cookies. For Matsumoto Jun, however, the flavor of love was the sweet yet devilish taste of Inoue Mao’s lips. Just one taste and he was addicted.
So now he had to include “tasting” to his list of Inoue Mao addictions, which already included “touching” and “staring”. The more the merrier.
He was really beginning to like empty rooms with locks.
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Thanks for reading! Hmmm, shall I go work on more one-shots or focus on writing an ongoing one?
Ah, by the way, if you see any mistakes, please tell me! Arigatou gozaimasu!