[On-going] The Storms Within Chapter 3
Title: The Storms Within
Rating: K+/M
Genre: Romance/Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own the original fanfiction called A Forgotten Night by SetaSakura-san. I do not own Arashi... or any of the other celebrity in here. -_- *sigh*
Notes: THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR ALL YOUR KIND COMMENTS ON THE SECOND CHAPTER! You all are too kind to me. ^_^;;
Oh, and I lied... I couldn't fit in the explaination that I promised into this chapter but trust me... all of this will be answered! Just ride with the story and trust me that I will have all your questions answered eventually! =]
Chapter 3: Any Luck in Heaven?
MatsuJun visibly winced. His shoulders hunched as he turned towards his shocked friend.
Mao felt like a large bucket of cold water was dumped over her when she heard Aiba yell out the word 'hitched'. She whirled around to see the tall man sitting on the edge of the huge bed with a piece of paper in his hands. The same piece of paper MatsuJun had been holding moments before. She stalked over to the man and snatched the paper out of his hand.
Across the top of the page, elegantly written were the mocking, glaring letters that read, “Marriage Certificate.”
The only things that stood out to Mao that very second were the calligraphy written words. She was married.
"Oh my God..." she whispered in utter shock, looking over the paper. She had married some stranger! "OH MY FUCKIN' GOD!"
She was panicking. Not that MatsuJun could blame her. She had just been delivered a rather shocking blow. Yesterday she had been single, today she's married to some strange man. Waking up next to a stranger was bad enough. Finding out you were married to said stranger was even worse.
"Inoue-san, please do not panic-" MatsuJun said as calmly as possible before he was interrupted by his very pissed off wife- his very pissed off Mao- MAO. Just Mao.
"Don't panic? DON'T PANIC!? Don't tell me not to panic! I'll panic all I want you jerk! I married some stranger last night for God only knows what reasons!" Mao shouted. Obviously the painkillers had taken effect, either that or women really were better at resisting pain then men because each word she yelled caused MatsuJun to wince and grip his pounding head in agony.
"Okay! Okay! Panic! But please! I beg of you! Stop shouting!" MatsuJun exclaimed. He seriously needed this girl to stop yelling like the world was on fire or else his brains would ooze out of his ears and tell him off.
"Stop SHOUTING! Why should I stop shouting, HUSBAND?" Mao yelled. She too was in a lot of pain, but the bit about her being married had thrown all thoughts and physical aches out the window as panic took root in her fuzzy consciousness. She didn't care if she was shouting, she was married Kami-sama sake!
MatsuJun winced again. Her use of the word 'Husband' combined with her tone made it seem like a profanity. A curse word used by Lucifer during his many crusades to torture the dead.
“Inoue-san, please don't yell, I can fix this!" MatsuJun pleaded again.
"Inoue-san, Inoue-san, Inoue-san! You knew my name! You knew it when I woke up! You did this! You forced me to marry you, you old SICK pervert!" Mao yelled, ignoring the pained expression on her husband's face as well as the 'I can fix this' statement.
"Hey! I am NOT an old pervert, girl! I didn't force you into anything I'll have you know! So don't go pointing fingers at me and trying to blame me for all this! You were willing as well, or need I remind you about my current state of dress?" MatsuJun replied, the 'old pervert' remark brought him back into a fight with her.
'Geez, she calls me an old pervert and I feel compelled to defend myself, dag-nabit!' MatsuJun thought.
"I am NOT taking any blame for this. You knew my name! You probably remember most of last night, don't you!? What happened?! Where are my clothes? Why did you force me to marry you, you old pervert!?" she yelled, throwing the insult back. She knew it pissed him off, but she didn't care. She also knew full well that he wasn't an old pervert. If he had been, she would have woken up to him crawling all over her, either that or he would have ravished her at the first opportunity.
No, Matsumoto Jun was certainly not an old pervert. He had been nothing but a cordial since she woke up.
"Hey! I did not force you to marry me!" MatsuJun repeated. "You're name is on the marriage certificate! That's how I knew it! I DON'T remember much of last night, and I certainly DON'T know where your clothes are!"
It was Aiba's hysterical laughter that brought them both back to reality. The newlyweds stopped yelling and turned to the brunette as he rolled on the bed, clutching his sides and roaring with laughter.
"What the hell are you laughing at Aiba?!" the two partially clothed newlyweds yelled. MatsuJun and Mao glared at the man on the bed as he tried in vain to control his hysterics.
"You'd never say you guys were newlyweds! You two can't seem to stop arguing! Now c'mon! That's not how a couple on their honeymoon should act. Now kiss and make up!" Aiba said grinning like an idiot. MatsuJun and Mao didn't hesitate for one moment when they both grabbed the nearest object and threw it at the man.
Aiba leapt off the bed and dodged an empty bottle of water that Mao had thrown, but instead was hit squarely in the head with some soft fabric. Aiba pulled the white bra off his head and looked at it.
Mao flushed a brilliant red when she realized what MatsuJun had picked up and thrown.
MatsuJun merely groaned and covered his eyes with his hands at his own folly.
Aiba burst out into laughter again. He twirled the bra around one finger and shoved his free hand into one of his pockets.
"I'll leave you two alone now. I gotta find Ohno-kun. I certainly hope my encounter with him will be just as fun!" Aiba exclaimed. He threw the bra and MatsuJun and without thinking, MatsuJun caught it. "Here, have fun with your wife! Take care of your hubby, Mao-chan, if you know what I mean." He winked at the couple and left the room.
MatsuJun stared at the door Aiba had just left through and sighed before turning back to his.... his..... wife. She turned her eyes from the door, and looked at him. He flushed red as he handed her the bra. Mao suppressed a groan of her own as she embarrassingly took her bra from the man.
"I'm sorry." he said softly. Mao shook her head and clutched the sheet close.
"I'm sorry, you're not a perverted old man. You've been nothing but a gentleman towards me and I've behaved... appallingly towards you. Please forgive me?" Mao said softly. She had been looking down at her feet where they peaked out from under the sheet, but at her apology she turned her eyes back towards MatsuJun's.
MatsuJun breath caught in his chest and his heart skipped a beat. She was a sight to behold. Midnight black mixed with dark brown locks tumbled down her back and over one of her exposed shoulders. Her chocolate brown eyes screamed sincerity and apologies. It was in that brief fleeting moment that MatsuJun truly wished they had married under better circumstances so he could take her in his arms and kiss away her troubles and her apology.
"Don't apologize. You had every right to react the way you did... I mean it was a huge shock for me too. But don't worry, we'll fix this mess."
"Fix it?" Mao asked dumbly. Finding herself married was a shock indeed, but for some strange reason, she didn't view it as something that needed to be fixed. And as the saying goes 'If it's not broken, don't fix it'.
'ARGH! Mao-no-baka! How dare you think like that!' her conscious screamed at her.
"We'll get an... an annulment, I think that's what it's called. It's easier that way." MatsuJun said. Even as the logical words crossed his lips, he felt a pang of something akin to heartache shoot through his chest.
Annulment.... as if the marriage didn't exist.
"Annulment?" Mao asked dumbly... AGAIN.
"Well, we didn't......ahem..... consummate.... so.... uhm.... yeah, an annulment." MatsuJun said, flushing a brilliant red. Mao blushed at his implication and lowered her big doe eyes.
There was a very long, very uncomfortable silence between the pair.
"Uhm.... well.... it will take a few days to get all this straightened out. And well.... I was sort of wondering, that is..... if you'd... I don't know... like to grab breakfast? Or something? But that's only if you want to! I mean we don't have to, you may not want to associate with me anymore and I would fully understand...." MatsuJun stammered out.
'What's WRONG with me? I'm acting like a silly school boy asking his crush out for sodas!' MatsuJun thought.
"I'd like that." Mao said softly. MatsuJun's eyes shot up from the floor, where they had glued themselves as he stumbled over his invitation, to the woman before him. She was smiling!
She had a beautiful, sweet, shy smile.
MatsuJun wanted to kiss her. His impulses were harder to get a grip on when he was around her, he noticed. It was hard to fight against it but it was something that would have to be suppress... for the time being at least.
"I would really like to get to know my husband." Mao joked. MatsuJun smiled at her.
"I'd really like to get to know my beautiful wife, as well." MatsuJun replied.
'Wait... beautiful? Kami-sama, did I just say that out loud?'
Mao blushed and lowered her eyes again.
'Yep... I did.'
MatsuJun cleared his throat.
"Uhm... well, if you'd like to get a shower or something you're welcome to use ours. I mean mine! Mine. My shower!" MatsuJun tripped over his words again. Mao giggled a little at him and his very endearing stammering.
"Thanks, but I need to change clothes, so I should go to my room. What if we meet in the lobby in an hour?" Mao suggested. MatsuJun smiled and nodded.
So Mao managed to maintain her composure in a situation like the one she was in. MatsuJun, on the other hand, turned into a bumbling idiot who couldn't string a simple sentence together. Completely out of character for someone who was always in control.
But it was only proof that there was something about the woman before him. She was special; MatsuJun could feel it, deep within his heart. There was something there. Something he couldn't put his finger on. All he knew was that he wanted to know the woman before him more than he wanted to breathe.
"Okay... then... I'll go get ready..... I'll meet you downstairs in an hour?" she asked.
"Right.... an hour." MatsuJun said.
"Now, seriously, where are my clothes?" Mao asked, dangling her bra on one finger and smirking at her new husband.'May as well make light of a rather amusing situation when you think about it', she thought sheepishly.
MatsuJun blushed at the white lingerie, again, and himself around to scan the large room. The only other article of clothing he could see was his shirt. He went over and picked it up off the floor and slipped it on, rather than carry it about. It was his favorite casual dress shirt, navy blue, button- up, collared shirt. However, upon closer inspection all the buttons were missing.
"I think someone was a little eager last night." he said, smirking, as he turned to Mao and pointed out the missing buttons. Mao had come up behind him and noticed the change in the attire and flushed a brilliant red at his implication and gently smacked him on the arm.
"I'll buy you a new one." she said, bending over and picking up a button that was on the floor. MatsuJun merely grinned and looked down at the shirt again.
"Actually... I kinda like it better this way." He winked at his wife and turned to exit the room.
But at the threshhold of the room, he couldn't help but hear her quiet murmur, “Me too...”
MatsuJun had to clench his fist until his knuckles were white in order to keep himself from tearing the sheet away from her nimble body and making love to her on the floor.
Mao shyly followed him out into the living room area and was shocked once again at the elegance and sheer size of the suite she had woken up in. It was a full living room area, complete with a fireplace, couches, tables, and off to the side was the dining area. The first thing she noticed was something purple draped over the back of the couch. She picked it up and discovered it was what left of her favorite violet fushia blouse.
From the looks of it, it had been torn off. She smirked, just like MatsuJun had moments before, and turned to him, holding her ruined shirt out before her.
"You were saying something about someone being eager?" she asked innocently. MatsuJun had crouched to pick up his pants which were at rest by the door that lead to the hotel hallway when he heard her speaking. He turned to see her holding a piece of purple... fabric.
Memories began to flood his mind.... Inoue-san pressed fully against him, her hands seeking inside his shirt... Growling in frustration and passion as he ripped purple fabric from her shoulders...
Her lips...
MatsuJun shook his head.
"Apparently, we're both guilty of being eager." he replied sheepishly, blushing slightly. Mao giggled and turned to look for her skirt.
In a matter of minutes, their clothing from the night before had been found, as well as some more of MatsuJun's buttons and the remaining pieces of Mao's shirt. The couple's laughter that filled the room was laced with embarrassment and michieviousness.
Mao slipped into the bathroom to put on whatever clothes she still possessed and make use of the facilities. Her lack of shirt bothered her only momentarily, but remembering the face that MatsuJun had already seen her topless, plus the complete trust she had developed towards the man in the half hour since she woke up, she left the bathroom wearing only her bra and skirt.
"I need to borrow one of your shirts." Mao said, grinning. MatsuJun turned to her voice once again, away from his overnight bag where he had been looking for a change of clothes, and froze.
'Oh... my... Gods...'
MatsuJun's mouth ran dry and he turned away, immediately rummaging through his bag and hauled out a pair of jeans and held them out to her.
Mao looked at the jeans in confusion.
"I said a shirt."
"Oh... right."
MatsuJun held out a pair of socks.
"Just give me the one you're wearing." Mao said chuckling.
And yet she watched as he turned around holding out a pair of black boxers. Sighing, she grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him to his feet. She grabbed both edges of his gaping shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, dragging the material down his arms and following the movement of his shirt with her eyes.
'If I die now, I'd be very happy', Mao thought as she drank in his appearance.
The cuffs cleared his wrists, signifying his shirt had been completely removed, when in a lightning fast movement, MatsuJun grabbed both Mao's wrists with his hands.
At that point, Mao had weak knees and seem to have developed a bad case of dry mouth as well as her tongue became heavy and any words of shock or protest died instantaneously in her throat. Her heart leapt into her throat (colliding head on with her unspoken words) when she felt his strong hands clutch her wrists. She stared at his hands and allowed her gaze to travel up his muscled arms to his face. She was met with shining molten brown eyes burning with desire.
Golden brown eyes....
Mao breath hitched and joined the beaten down words and her weak heart in the traffic jam at the base of her esophagus.
Memories... MatsuJun... his face buried in her neck, his lips moving over her skin.... amber eyes staring at her in hunger.... her own moan of pleasure as she pressed herself fully against him....
Those deep, inflamed brown eyes....
MatsuJun moved slowly, bringing Mao's hands up and wrapping her arms around his neck. He released her wrists and traced his fingers down her arms sending shivers up and down her slightly trembling body, over her shoulders and pressed his hands firmly against the small of her back, dragging her to press firmly against him.
Mao was frozen. She didn't move, nor did she break eye contact with MatsuJun. She couldn't, even if her life depended on it.
"You are so beautiful." MatsuJun growled huskily and moved to capture her lips with his own.
"Hey! Jun-kun! I can't find Ohno-jii-chan!" Aiba exclaimed, bursting into the suite and disrupting the couple again.
Aiba's presence was like a bucket of cold water on the pair. Once again, they leapt away from each other, blushing furiously. Mao sprang forward and snatched up the navy shirt and grabbed her shoes darting for the door without a glance back towards her MatsuJun- MATSUJUN! Not her's...
"I'll meet you in an hour downstairs." she said over her shoulder to MatsuJun and practically fled the room before she threw herself at him again.
The two men stared at the door in silence.
Aiba turned to his friend, another huge grin plastered to his face.
MatsuJun glared at his friend.
"Give me that.Give me that spare key so I personally can ram it down your throat." MatsuJun barked at the laughing Aiba.
"Oooo! Scary! MatsuJun's all defensive of his little new toy. Man, where's Ojii-san? NO! Where's Nino! I can't wait to tell him!"
MatsuJun growled again and stalked off towards the bathroom leaving his friend/crazy band mate, in the bedroom still laughing his head off.
Mao fled down the hallway towards the elevators as fast as she could. Part of her was shocked at her actions minutes beforehand. She didn't even wander around in her bra at HOME let alone in front of people. Had she been trying to entice him?
Yes.... yes, she had, Mao thought miserably.
Part of her wanted to go back, tell Aiba off, and then have her way with her curly-haired husband.
Part of her was still in shell-shocked with the entire situation.
The memories, for every passing second she was with MatsuJun, memories had cropped up, brief instances from the night before.
"What happened last night?" she whispered to herself.
She rode the elevator down a few floors to the 14th where she was staying with her best friend. She needed Juri. There had been too much going on the night before but maybe, if there is any luck in heaven, there's a chance that Juri might remember something.
She exited the elevator and ran down the hall to her room. Ignoring the 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging on the doorknob Mao fumbled with the key-card. She inserted it in the lock, the light turned green and she burst into her room... and found no one there.
The double bed closest to the door was a mess and the sheets were thrown off and bunched on the floor. Juri had defiantly been there, she was a tosser; her bed was always a mess in the mornings.
The next thing Mao noticed was that the shower was going. She needed to talk to her friend so bad that Mao simply entered into the bathroom without knocking. Mao was met with the steam filled bathroom and before she could even open her mouth to call out to her friend she noticed something that made her freeze right where she was standing, with not even an ounce of courage to breath.
There were two people in the shower, Mao could make out the silhouettes behind the shower curtain. But it was Juri's impassioned moan of the name 'Satoshi-kun' that caused Mao to clamp her mouth closed and exit the bathroom immediately.
Closing the door to the bathroom silently, she leaned against the wood and her mouth still covered up with her hands as only one thought crossed her mind.
'I have GOT to find Aiba!'
Rating: K+/M
Genre: Romance/Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own the original fanfiction called A Forgotten Night by SetaSakura-san. I do not own Arashi... or any of the other celebrity in here. -_- *sigh*
Notes: THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR ALL YOUR KIND COMMENTS ON THE SECOND CHAPTER! You all are too kind to me. ^_^;;
Oh, and I lied... I couldn't fit in the explaination that I promised into this chapter but trust me... all of this will be answered! Just ride with the story and trust me that I will have all your questions answered eventually! =]
Chapter 3: Any Luck in Heaven?
MatsuJun visibly winced. His shoulders hunched as he turned towards his shocked friend.
Mao felt like a large bucket of cold water was dumped over her when she heard Aiba yell out the word 'hitched'. She whirled around to see the tall man sitting on the edge of the huge bed with a piece of paper in his hands. The same piece of paper MatsuJun had been holding moments before. She stalked over to the man and snatched the paper out of his hand.
Across the top of the page, elegantly written were the mocking, glaring letters that read, “Marriage Certificate.”
The only things that stood out to Mao that very second were the calligraphy written words. She was married.
"Oh my God..." she whispered in utter shock, looking over the paper. She had married some stranger! "OH MY FUCKIN' GOD!"
She was panicking. Not that MatsuJun could blame her. She had just been delivered a rather shocking blow. Yesterday she had been single, today she's married to some strange man. Waking up next to a stranger was bad enough. Finding out you were married to said stranger was even worse.
"Inoue-san, please do not panic-" MatsuJun said as calmly as possible before he was interrupted by his very pissed off wife- his very pissed off Mao- MAO. Just Mao.
"Don't panic? DON'T PANIC!? Don't tell me not to panic! I'll panic all I want you jerk! I married some stranger last night for God only knows what reasons!" Mao shouted. Obviously the painkillers had taken effect, either that or women really were better at resisting pain then men because each word she yelled caused MatsuJun to wince and grip his pounding head in agony.
"Okay! Okay! Panic! But please! I beg of you! Stop shouting!" MatsuJun exclaimed. He seriously needed this girl to stop yelling like the world was on fire or else his brains would ooze out of his ears and tell him off.
"Stop SHOUTING! Why should I stop shouting, HUSBAND?" Mao yelled. She too was in a lot of pain, but the bit about her being married had thrown all thoughts and physical aches out the window as panic took root in her fuzzy consciousness. She didn't care if she was shouting, she was married Kami-sama sake!
MatsuJun winced again. Her use of the word 'Husband' combined with her tone made it seem like a profanity. A curse word used by Lucifer during his many crusades to torture the dead.
“Inoue-san, please don't yell, I can fix this!" MatsuJun pleaded again.
"Inoue-san, Inoue-san, Inoue-san! You knew my name! You knew it when I woke up! You did this! You forced me to marry you, you old SICK pervert!" Mao yelled, ignoring the pained expression on her husband's face as well as the 'I can fix this' statement.
"Hey! I am NOT an old pervert, girl! I didn't force you into anything I'll have you know! So don't go pointing fingers at me and trying to blame me for all this! You were willing as well, or need I remind you about my current state of dress?" MatsuJun replied, the 'old pervert' remark brought him back into a fight with her.
'Geez, she calls me an old pervert and I feel compelled to defend myself, dag-nabit!' MatsuJun thought.
"I am NOT taking any blame for this. You knew my name! You probably remember most of last night, don't you!? What happened?! Where are my clothes? Why did you force me to marry you, you old pervert!?" she yelled, throwing the insult back. She knew it pissed him off, but she didn't care. She also knew full well that he wasn't an old pervert. If he had been, she would have woken up to him crawling all over her, either that or he would have ravished her at the first opportunity.
No, Matsumoto Jun was certainly not an old pervert. He had been nothing but a cordial since she woke up.
"Hey! I did not force you to marry me!" MatsuJun repeated. "You're name is on the marriage certificate! That's how I knew it! I DON'T remember much of last night, and I certainly DON'T know where your clothes are!"
It was Aiba's hysterical laughter that brought them both back to reality. The newlyweds stopped yelling and turned to the brunette as he rolled on the bed, clutching his sides and roaring with laughter.
"What the hell are you laughing at Aiba?!" the two partially clothed newlyweds yelled. MatsuJun and Mao glared at the man on the bed as he tried in vain to control his hysterics.
"You'd never say you guys were newlyweds! You two can't seem to stop arguing! Now c'mon! That's not how a couple on their honeymoon should act. Now kiss and make up!" Aiba said grinning like an idiot. MatsuJun and Mao didn't hesitate for one moment when they both grabbed the nearest object and threw it at the man.
Aiba leapt off the bed and dodged an empty bottle of water that Mao had thrown, but instead was hit squarely in the head with some soft fabric. Aiba pulled the white bra off his head and looked at it.
Mao flushed a brilliant red when she realized what MatsuJun had picked up and thrown.
MatsuJun merely groaned and covered his eyes with his hands at his own folly.
Aiba burst out into laughter again. He twirled the bra around one finger and shoved his free hand into one of his pockets.
"I'll leave you two alone now. I gotta find Ohno-kun. I certainly hope my encounter with him will be just as fun!" Aiba exclaimed. He threw the bra and MatsuJun and without thinking, MatsuJun caught it. "Here, have fun with your wife! Take care of your hubby, Mao-chan, if you know what I mean." He winked at the couple and left the room.
MatsuJun stared at the door Aiba had just left through and sighed before turning back to his.... his..... wife. She turned her eyes from the door, and looked at him. He flushed red as he handed her the bra. Mao suppressed a groan of her own as she embarrassingly took her bra from the man.
"I'm sorry." he said softly. Mao shook her head and clutched the sheet close.
"I'm sorry, you're not a perverted old man. You've been nothing but a gentleman towards me and I've behaved... appallingly towards you. Please forgive me?" Mao said softly. She had been looking down at her feet where they peaked out from under the sheet, but at her apology she turned her eyes back towards MatsuJun's.
MatsuJun breath caught in his chest and his heart skipped a beat. She was a sight to behold. Midnight black mixed with dark brown locks tumbled down her back and over one of her exposed shoulders. Her chocolate brown eyes screamed sincerity and apologies. It was in that brief fleeting moment that MatsuJun truly wished they had married under better circumstances so he could take her in his arms and kiss away her troubles and her apology.
"Don't apologize. You had every right to react the way you did... I mean it was a huge shock for me too. But don't worry, we'll fix this mess."
"Fix it?" Mao asked dumbly. Finding herself married was a shock indeed, but for some strange reason, she didn't view it as something that needed to be fixed. And as the saying goes 'If it's not broken, don't fix it'.
'ARGH! Mao-no-baka! How dare you think like that!' her conscious screamed at her.
"We'll get an... an annulment, I think that's what it's called. It's easier that way." MatsuJun said. Even as the logical words crossed his lips, he felt a pang of something akin to heartache shoot through his chest.
Annulment.... as if the marriage didn't exist.
"Annulment?" Mao asked dumbly... AGAIN.
"Well, we didn't......ahem..... consummate.... so.... uhm.... yeah, an annulment." MatsuJun said, flushing a brilliant red. Mao blushed at his implication and lowered her big doe eyes.
There was a very long, very uncomfortable silence between the pair.
"Uhm.... well.... it will take a few days to get all this straightened out. And well.... I was sort of wondering, that is..... if you'd... I don't know... like to grab breakfast? Or something? But that's only if you want to! I mean we don't have to, you may not want to associate with me anymore and I would fully understand...." MatsuJun stammered out.
'What's WRONG with me? I'm acting like a silly school boy asking his crush out for sodas!' MatsuJun thought.
"I'd like that." Mao said softly. MatsuJun's eyes shot up from the floor, where they had glued themselves as he stumbled over his invitation, to the woman before him. She was smiling!
She had a beautiful, sweet, shy smile.
MatsuJun wanted to kiss her. His impulses were harder to get a grip on when he was around her, he noticed. It was hard to fight against it but it was something that would have to be suppress... for the time being at least.
"I would really like to get to know my husband." Mao joked. MatsuJun smiled at her.
"I'd really like to get to know my beautiful wife, as well." MatsuJun replied.
'Wait... beautiful? Kami-sama, did I just say that out loud?'
Mao blushed and lowered her eyes again.
'Yep... I did.'
MatsuJun cleared his throat.
"Uhm... well, if you'd like to get a shower or something you're welcome to use ours. I mean mine! Mine. My shower!" MatsuJun tripped over his words again. Mao giggled a little at him and his very endearing stammering.
"Thanks, but I need to change clothes, so I should go to my room. What if we meet in the lobby in an hour?" Mao suggested. MatsuJun smiled and nodded.
So Mao managed to maintain her composure in a situation like the one she was in. MatsuJun, on the other hand, turned into a bumbling idiot who couldn't string a simple sentence together. Completely out of character for someone who was always in control.
But it was only proof that there was something about the woman before him. She was special; MatsuJun could feel it, deep within his heart. There was something there. Something he couldn't put his finger on. All he knew was that he wanted to know the woman before him more than he wanted to breathe.
"Okay... then... I'll go get ready..... I'll meet you downstairs in an hour?" she asked.
"Right.... an hour." MatsuJun said.
"Now, seriously, where are my clothes?" Mao asked, dangling her bra on one finger and smirking at her new husband.'May as well make light of a rather amusing situation when you think about it', she thought sheepishly.
MatsuJun blushed at the white lingerie, again, and himself around to scan the large room. The only other article of clothing he could see was his shirt. He went over and picked it up off the floor and slipped it on, rather than carry it about. It was his favorite casual dress shirt, navy blue, button- up, collared shirt. However, upon closer inspection all the buttons were missing.
"I think someone was a little eager last night." he said, smirking, as he turned to Mao and pointed out the missing buttons. Mao had come up behind him and noticed the change in the attire and flushed a brilliant red at his implication and gently smacked him on the arm.
"I'll buy you a new one." she said, bending over and picking up a button that was on the floor. MatsuJun merely grinned and looked down at the shirt again.
"Actually... I kinda like it better this way." He winked at his wife and turned to exit the room.
But at the threshhold of the room, he couldn't help but hear her quiet murmur, “Me too...”
MatsuJun had to clench his fist until his knuckles were white in order to keep himself from tearing the sheet away from her nimble body and making love to her on the floor.
Mao shyly followed him out into the living room area and was shocked once again at the elegance and sheer size of the suite she had woken up in. It was a full living room area, complete with a fireplace, couches, tables, and off to the side was the dining area. The first thing she noticed was something purple draped over the back of the couch. She picked it up and discovered it was what left of her favorite violet fushia blouse.
From the looks of it, it had been torn off. She smirked, just like MatsuJun had moments before, and turned to him, holding her ruined shirt out before her.
"You were saying something about someone being eager?" she asked innocently. MatsuJun had crouched to pick up his pants which were at rest by the door that lead to the hotel hallway when he heard her speaking. He turned to see her holding a piece of purple... fabric.
Memories began to flood his mind.... Inoue-san pressed fully against him, her hands seeking inside his shirt... Growling in frustration and passion as he ripped purple fabric from her shoulders...
Her lips...
MatsuJun shook his head.
"Apparently, we're both guilty of being eager." he replied sheepishly, blushing slightly. Mao giggled and turned to look for her skirt.
In a matter of minutes, their clothing from the night before had been found, as well as some more of MatsuJun's buttons and the remaining pieces of Mao's shirt. The couple's laughter that filled the room was laced with embarrassment and michieviousness.
Mao slipped into the bathroom to put on whatever clothes she still possessed and make use of the facilities. Her lack of shirt bothered her only momentarily, but remembering the face that MatsuJun had already seen her topless, plus the complete trust she had developed towards the man in the half hour since she woke up, she left the bathroom wearing only her bra and skirt.
"I need to borrow one of your shirts." Mao said, grinning. MatsuJun turned to her voice once again, away from his overnight bag where he had been looking for a change of clothes, and froze.
'Oh... my... Gods...'
MatsuJun's mouth ran dry and he turned away, immediately rummaging through his bag and hauled out a pair of jeans and held them out to her.
Mao looked at the jeans in confusion.
"I said a shirt."
"Oh... right."
MatsuJun held out a pair of socks.
"Just give me the one you're wearing." Mao said chuckling.
And yet she watched as he turned around holding out a pair of black boxers. Sighing, she grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him to his feet. She grabbed both edges of his gaping shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, dragging the material down his arms and following the movement of his shirt with her eyes.
'If I die now, I'd be very happy', Mao thought as she drank in his appearance.
The cuffs cleared his wrists, signifying his shirt had been completely removed, when in a lightning fast movement, MatsuJun grabbed both Mao's wrists with his hands.
At that point, Mao had weak knees and seem to have developed a bad case of dry mouth as well as her tongue became heavy and any words of shock or protest died instantaneously in her throat. Her heart leapt into her throat (colliding head on with her unspoken words) when she felt his strong hands clutch her wrists. She stared at his hands and allowed her gaze to travel up his muscled arms to his face. She was met with shining molten brown eyes burning with desire.
Golden brown eyes....
Mao breath hitched and joined the beaten down words and her weak heart in the traffic jam at the base of her esophagus.
Memories... MatsuJun... his face buried in her neck, his lips moving over her skin.... amber eyes staring at her in hunger.... her own moan of pleasure as she pressed herself fully against him....
Those deep, inflamed brown eyes....
MatsuJun moved slowly, bringing Mao's hands up and wrapping her arms around his neck. He released her wrists and traced his fingers down her arms sending shivers up and down her slightly trembling body, over her shoulders and pressed his hands firmly against the small of her back, dragging her to press firmly against him.
Mao was frozen. She didn't move, nor did she break eye contact with MatsuJun. She couldn't, even if her life depended on it.
"You are so beautiful." MatsuJun growled huskily and moved to capture her lips with his own.
"Hey! Jun-kun! I can't find Ohno-jii-chan!" Aiba exclaimed, bursting into the suite and disrupting the couple again.
Aiba's presence was like a bucket of cold water on the pair. Once again, they leapt away from each other, blushing furiously. Mao sprang forward and snatched up the navy shirt and grabbed her shoes darting for the door without a glance back towards her MatsuJun- MATSUJUN! Not her's...
"I'll meet you in an hour downstairs." she said over her shoulder to MatsuJun and practically fled the room before she threw herself at him again.
The two men stared at the door in silence.
Aiba turned to his friend, another huge grin plastered to his face.
MatsuJun glared at his friend.
"Give me that.Give me that spare key so I personally can ram it down your throat." MatsuJun barked at the laughing Aiba.
"Oooo! Scary! MatsuJun's all defensive of his little new toy. Man, where's Ojii-san? NO! Where's Nino! I can't wait to tell him!"
MatsuJun growled again and stalked off towards the bathroom leaving his friend/crazy band mate, in the bedroom still laughing his head off.
Mao fled down the hallway towards the elevators as fast as she could. Part of her was shocked at her actions minutes beforehand. She didn't even wander around in her bra at HOME let alone in front of people. Had she been trying to entice him?
Yes.... yes, she had, Mao thought miserably.
Part of her wanted to go back, tell Aiba off, and then have her way with her curly-haired husband.
Part of her was still in shell-shocked with the entire situation.
The memories, for every passing second she was with MatsuJun, memories had cropped up, brief instances from the night before.
"What happened last night?" she whispered to herself.
She rode the elevator down a few floors to the 14th where she was staying with her best friend. She needed Juri. There had been too much going on the night before but maybe, if there is any luck in heaven, there's a chance that Juri might remember something.
She exited the elevator and ran down the hall to her room. Ignoring the 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging on the doorknob Mao fumbled with the key-card. She inserted it in the lock, the light turned green and she burst into her room... and found no one there.
The double bed closest to the door was a mess and the sheets were thrown off and bunched on the floor. Juri had defiantly been there, she was a tosser; her bed was always a mess in the mornings.
The next thing Mao noticed was that the shower was going. She needed to talk to her friend so bad that Mao simply entered into the bathroom without knocking. Mao was met with the steam filled bathroom and before she could even open her mouth to call out to her friend she noticed something that made her freeze right where she was standing, with not even an ounce of courage to breath.
There were two people in the shower, Mao could make out the silhouettes behind the shower curtain. But it was Juri's impassioned moan of the name 'Satoshi-kun' that caused Mao to clamp her mouth closed and exit the bathroom immediately.
Closing the door to the bathroom silently, she leaned against the wood and her mouth still covered up with her hands as only one thought crossed her mind.
'I have GOT to find Aiba!'