Fic: Noir {Fragments of a Date}
Title: Noir {Fragments of a Date}
Pairing:Matsumoto Jun/Horikita Maki
Summary: It was only one date.
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: Owning no one. =)
A/N: Written for nomanymore, another huge Maki fan, possibly more than Jun. I’m trying a new, abstract, pretentious way style in this one.
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Dark eyes contrasting the pale skin. Pale skin contrasting the black sheets. Yet he could only notice the color of the blush forming against her face as she panted beneath him. His lips fused onto her jawline, an attempt to erase any memories of any lover she had before him. He was selfish in that way.
Her small hands snaked their way in between their bodies and lowered onto the front of his pants, fumbling with the button and zipper. Perhaps she was selfish as well.
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“I’m learning a lot of English for my role in the movie. It’s a very difficult language,” Maki continued talking as Jun nodded along, hanging intently on her every word as she slowly ate her food and discussed what was currently going on.
He was normally the one who listened anyways and this was no exception. Sometimes she would ask a question, bait him into talking as well. But he was perfectly content sitting and watching her expressions as she fondly reminisced about the good times on set. “Has he come to visit you on set?”
Maki’s content facade crumbled slightly at the mention of him. She knew that it was possible for the two of them to cross paths as soon as she heard her agent tell her that Tegoshi Yuya would be her costar. Just when she thought she could escape him, Yamashita Tomohisa found his way back into her life again. “Yes. And it doesn’t matter. We’re over.”
If it was truly over would Yamapi be visiting? Wouldn’t Tegoshi understand if his friend was uncomfortable going to the set? Was Yamapi there to flaunt their broken relationship? Jun didn’t know, but for some reason Maki was still sitting here on a date with him.
---
The empty space beside him on the bed was now chilled and Jun was not surprised. She could not leave her warmth behind. Yet she did leave a whirl of questions for him. Was he just used? Why did she leave? And most importantly, when would he see her again?
---
The candle flickered in the middle of the table, the light creating intriguing shadows on her face. Shadows that made her eyes look larger. Shadows that made her look depressed. Shadows that made her look like a child. No. She was no longer a child. She seemed determined to lose her status as innocent. Was he the catalyst for her transformation?
“What are you having?” Maki looked up from her menu.
“Whatever you’re having,” Jun shrugged, inwardly shocked by his answer. When did he become such a pushover?
She did not bother hiding her surprise as her eyes widened at his answer. But he couldn’t help but notice her pleased expression as she put her menu down. Like she was victorious.
---
”How have you been?” Maki had asked as the two waited for their dinners.
Great. Jun was very proud of where his career had been going. He enjoyed the new roles he was getting. He loved how successful Arashi was over the past year. He was happy for his friends that were also having a lucky year. He was great.
”How have you been?”
Bad. He’s tired. He’s exhausted. He wants to catch up on the list of books he plans on reading without squeezing them in between photo-shoots. He wants to socialize with his family and friends without having to run to rehearsal or memorize his lines. He wants to find a balance between work and his personal life and he’s had a decade to do it.
”How have you been?”
Lonely. He doesn’t want to wake up alone. He doesn’t want to crawl up into bed with no one to talk to about the problems he encountered that same day. He wanted to feel the warmth from another to drain the constant exhaustion that was overtaking his body.
“Good,” he settled with a somewhat neutral answer. “How have you been?”
He could see the same internal conflict he was having inwardly expressed in her eyes. She ran her finger along the lip of her wine glass and offered a small smile. “Good.”
---
Her hands gripped tightly onto his shoulders as she had him pinned against his car, her lips fused to his neck. They just got out of the restaurant and she couldn’t even wait for them to get inside the automobile. A soft moaned escaped his lips when her teeth grazed the soft skin below his ear.
He was embarrassed. Embarrassed by the control he was allowing her to have over him. Sure, he was a fan of hers and she intrigued him but he was Matsumoto Jun. He was the aggressive one.
And he showed her by grabbing her roughly by the hips and twirling her around. Her back hit his car and she looked up at him momentarily confused, before excitement spread across her face.
---
She was a combination of colors. Red beneath white. White beneath black. He couldn’t stop himself from peering down at her pale legs as she stood up to greet him. The dress was playful, he observed. The skirt reached just above her knees while her dark blouse was cut inches below her neck.
Flirtatious maybe? Jun wanted to find the perfect adjective to describe this date. An adjective he could use to brag with his friends and rub in the faces of those who missed their chances with her.
“Are you going to sit down?” she looked at him curiously, studying him as well. This definitely wasn’t the same woman he met at the cafe with the depressed expression and the broken heart. “Or are you going to stare at my legs all night?”
Jun’s gaze instantly shot up to her playful expression. No, not the same Maki. He gave her a smirk and smoothly took his seat. He liked this one too.
---
“Take me away from here,” she whispered above the dull chattering around their table, her eyes filled with an emotion Jun could only describe as hope. But what did she hope to get from him? And would he be able to give it to her?
“Where do you want to go?” Jun asked, already knowing the answer when she felt her foot slowly trail against his leg.
---
He wasn’t late to the date. She was just very early. He repeated that idea in his head like a mantra. Like it would get him out of trouble.
Jun followed the host through small tables filled with couples, talking animately with high hopes or sitting intimately with silent expectations. What would his first date with Horikita Maki be like? Was she going to treat him like Toma, full of laughter and ease? Or would they sit together like she would with Shun, the atmosphere quiet and calm?
He was surprised earlier that day when he found an unfamiliar number leaving him a text message asking him out for coffee that afternoon. He automatically ignored it, assuming it was either a mistake or someone not worthy of keeping company if they couldn’t even make it into his phone book.
Later on in the afternoon when his phone rang with the same number during a photo-shoot, he answered it to hurriedly to get rid of the caller and was instantly greeted by a familiar, slightly annoyed voice.
”Where are you?”
Horikita Maki. The actress he had been watching religiously on television. The woman he had been having dirty dreams and thoughts about that gave his group mates plenty of material to tease him about. The lost soul he met at a cafe, with broken memories and a sorrowful expression.
He wanted to run out of the photo shoot. He wanted to recreate the opening for her show and daydream an image of her waiting patiently for him to arrive. Instead he invited her to dinner.
He stilled when they reached the table. Maki slowly looked up from the menu she was studying and rested her chin in her hand, giving him a playful smile. “You’re late.”
Pairing:Matsumoto Jun/Horikita Maki
Summary: It was only one date.
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: Owning no one. =)
A/N: Written for nomanymore, another huge Maki fan, possibly more than Jun. I’m trying a new, abstract, pretentious way style in this one.
---
Dark eyes contrasting the pale skin. Pale skin contrasting the black sheets. Yet he could only notice the color of the blush forming against her face as she panted beneath him. His lips fused onto her jawline, an attempt to erase any memories of any lover she had before him. He was selfish in that way.
Her small hands snaked their way in between their bodies and lowered onto the front of his pants, fumbling with the button and zipper. Perhaps she was selfish as well.
---
“I’m learning a lot of English for my role in the movie. It’s a very difficult language,” Maki continued talking as Jun nodded along, hanging intently on her every word as she slowly ate her food and discussed what was currently going on.
He was normally the one who listened anyways and this was no exception. Sometimes she would ask a question, bait him into talking as well. But he was perfectly content sitting and watching her expressions as she fondly reminisced about the good times on set. “Has he come to visit you on set?”
Maki’s content facade crumbled slightly at the mention of him. She knew that it was possible for the two of them to cross paths as soon as she heard her agent tell her that Tegoshi Yuya would be her costar. Just when she thought she could escape him, Yamashita Tomohisa found his way back into her life again. “Yes. And it doesn’t matter. We’re over.”
If it was truly over would Yamapi be visiting? Wouldn’t Tegoshi understand if his friend was uncomfortable going to the set? Was Yamapi there to flaunt their broken relationship? Jun didn’t know, but for some reason Maki was still sitting here on a date with him.
---
The empty space beside him on the bed was now chilled and Jun was not surprised. She could not leave her warmth behind. Yet she did leave a whirl of questions for him. Was he just used? Why did she leave? And most importantly, when would he see her again?
---
The candle flickered in the middle of the table, the light creating intriguing shadows on her face. Shadows that made her eyes look larger. Shadows that made her look depressed. Shadows that made her look like a child. No. She was no longer a child. She seemed determined to lose her status as innocent. Was he the catalyst for her transformation?
“What are you having?” Maki looked up from her menu.
“Whatever you’re having,” Jun shrugged, inwardly shocked by his answer. When did he become such a pushover?
She did not bother hiding her surprise as her eyes widened at his answer. But he couldn’t help but notice her pleased expression as she put her menu down. Like she was victorious.
---
”How have you been?” Maki had asked as the two waited for their dinners.
Great. Jun was very proud of where his career had been going. He enjoyed the new roles he was getting. He loved how successful Arashi was over the past year. He was happy for his friends that were also having a lucky year. He was great.
”How have you been?”
Bad. He’s tired. He’s exhausted. He wants to catch up on the list of books he plans on reading without squeezing them in between photo-shoots. He wants to socialize with his family and friends without having to run to rehearsal or memorize his lines. He wants to find a balance between work and his personal life and he’s had a decade to do it.
”How have you been?”
Lonely. He doesn’t want to wake up alone. He doesn’t want to crawl up into bed with no one to talk to about the problems he encountered that same day. He wanted to feel the warmth from another to drain the constant exhaustion that was overtaking his body.
“Good,” he settled with a somewhat neutral answer. “How have you been?”
He could see the same internal conflict he was having inwardly expressed in her eyes. She ran her finger along the lip of her wine glass and offered a small smile. “Good.”
---
Her hands gripped tightly onto his shoulders as she had him pinned against his car, her lips fused to his neck. They just got out of the restaurant and she couldn’t even wait for them to get inside the automobile. A soft moaned escaped his lips when her teeth grazed the soft skin below his ear.
He was embarrassed. Embarrassed by the control he was allowing her to have over him. Sure, he was a fan of hers and she intrigued him but he was Matsumoto Jun. He was the aggressive one.
And he showed her by grabbing her roughly by the hips and twirling her around. Her back hit his car and she looked up at him momentarily confused, before excitement spread across her face.
---
She was a combination of colors. Red beneath white. White beneath black. He couldn’t stop himself from peering down at her pale legs as she stood up to greet him. The dress was playful, he observed. The skirt reached just above her knees while her dark blouse was cut inches below her neck.
Flirtatious maybe? Jun wanted to find the perfect adjective to describe this date. An adjective he could use to brag with his friends and rub in the faces of those who missed their chances with her.
“Are you going to sit down?” she looked at him curiously, studying him as well. This definitely wasn’t the same woman he met at the cafe with the depressed expression and the broken heart. “Or are you going to stare at my legs all night?”
Jun’s gaze instantly shot up to her playful expression. No, not the same Maki. He gave her a smirk and smoothly took his seat. He liked this one too.
---
“Take me away from here,” she whispered above the dull chattering around their table, her eyes filled with an emotion Jun could only describe as hope. But what did she hope to get from him? And would he be able to give it to her?
“Where do you want to go?” Jun asked, already knowing the answer when she felt her foot slowly trail against his leg.
---
He wasn’t late to the date. She was just very early. He repeated that idea in his head like a mantra. Like it would get him out of trouble.
Jun followed the host through small tables filled with couples, talking animately with high hopes or sitting intimately with silent expectations. What would his first date with Horikita Maki be like? Was she going to treat him like Toma, full of laughter and ease? Or would they sit together like she would with Shun, the atmosphere quiet and calm?
He was surprised earlier that day when he found an unfamiliar number leaving him a text message asking him out for coffee that afternoon. He automatically ignored it, assuming it was either a mistake or someone not worthy of keeping company if they couldn’t even make it into his phone book.
Later on in the afternoon when his phone rang with the same number during a photo-shoot, he answered it to hurriedly to get rid of the caller and was instantly greeted by a familiar, slightly annoyed voice.
”Where are you?”
Horikita Maki. The actress he had been watching religiously on television. The woman he had been having dirty dreams and thoughts about that gave his group mates plenty of material to tease him about. The lost soul he met at a cafe, with broken memories and a sorrowful expression.
He wanted to run out of the photo shoot. He wanted to recreate the opening for her show and daydream an image of her waiting patiently for him to arrive. Instead he invited her to dinner.
He stilled when they reached the table. Maki slowly looked up from the menu she was studying and rested her chin in her hand, giving him a playful smile. “You’re late.”