[Fic] Bared : Redux
Title : Revise. Revisit
Pairing : Ohno/Girl!Nino
Rating : R
Summary : Crossfire AU. She is the flame that ignites the fire within him; his girl, his angel, his everything.
Note : Will repost in AO3 soon
He could sense the slight change in her once those words are out of his mouth, and for a moment there, he realized he’s more terrified at the possibility of her leaving because she misunderstood. Still, he guesses it couldn’t be helped; the sexual tension between them is as palpable as his need to be close to her, but that’s not reason enough to rush things to his favor just because he couldn’t help himself.
What happened earlier in her apartment only proves what he’s known all along. The way she responded to his touch was torture enough as it was, and the sounds she made as he tongued her to completion didn’t help either. The memory of it all had made him almost permanently hard throughout dinner that it was a miracle he’d made it through the end of it without ending up excusing himself so he could rub a quick one out.
Her shoulders feel stiff under his careful hold, the expression on her face as he peeks on her reflection through the elevator’s door tells him he’s not imagining it. She looks uneasy, maybe a little scared. A part of him aches at the sight of her and he knows he has to do everything in his power to make her feel safe, his own desires be damned.
He takes it upon himself to make sure he isn’t about to fuck things up by rushing her. He won’t.
He swears he’ll try his best to be good for her. He’ll show her. Even if he has to start slow.
+
Ohno-san had barely spoken a word since after he’d announced he was taking her home, but Nino is certain the other man was thinking about how he should throughout the entire elevator ride up to his apartment. It was obvious in the way he’d held her close as if he was afraid she’d run the first chance she got, the look on his face told her her silence was worried him more than he’d dared to admit.
When the elevator stopped, Nino couldn’t even bring herself to be surprised anymore. Ohno-san occupies the penthouse, of course, saying nothing as he carefully led her across the short distance between the elevator and the door, one hand at the small of her back. It only took him a moment to unlock his front door by keying his security code, nudging Nino inside once he’d pushed the door open.
Nino mentally swoons when she got inside. As expected, the apartment is huge that she’s certain it could easily fit three of the apartment she shares with Aiba inside it. The interior looks somewhat similar to Ohno-san’s own office at Samiijima, saved from the distinct color difference.
He takes her hand wordlessly and leads her inside, impressed at the way the lights inside blink to life with her every step. Ohno-san brings her to his massive living room, Nino noticing the color of the carpet is identical to the wall. It also feels wonderful under her tired feet, but she wisely doesn’t comment on it. Yet.
“Would you like something to drink, Ninomiya-san?” Ohno-san’s voice breaks through her quiet musing, and she turns to find him eyeing her closely. She doesn’t even realize he’d ditched his suit jacket already, probably when she wasn’t looking, and he’s in the middle of removing his tie as he speaks. “You look like you need it, if you know what I’m saying,”
She chuckles and turns away to hide the way her cheeks burn in embarrassment. “What can you offer me besides water or beer?” she asks.
“Juice?” Ohno-san returns, and she doesn’t even need to look at him to know that he is smiling.
“Something stronger than that, if you have it,”
“Coffee? Black? No cream or sugar, if that’s how you want it,”
She does turn this time and gives him a look. “Don’t be cute, Ohno-san,” she says, wryly, even though she feels anything but. It’s difficult enough to be standing here not knowing how the night would end, but it’s even more difficult to just allow herself to be swept away by their combined passion despite the fact that it’s where they’re obviously headed anyway. She knows it’s just a matter of time before it happens - and technically, it already did, right? - but that doesn’t mean she can’t suffer a little just thinking about how it will unfold from here on.
“I’m not trying to be,” Ohno-san answers, and there’s that noticeable little quirk on his lips that makes Nino’s own dry, for some goddamn reason. “It’s not my fault that I’m effortlessly cute, Ninomiya-san.”
“Very funny,” she snorts, but her heart does that stupid dance in her ribcage the second she watches him ditch the tie and smiles her way.
“Did you, perhaps, want me to offer you alcohol instead? Why?”
She shrugs and looks away, if only so she doesn’t have to keep seeing the way he’s eyeing her so intently, as if he can’t believe she’s standing there.
“Just something to calm my nerves,” she murmurs, “if it’s okay.”
His voice sounded nearer when he asks, “Am I scaring you, Ninomiya-san?” followed by a light touch against Nino’s elbow that has Nino gasping sharply in answer. Ohno-san quickly takes his hand back, and the action makes Nino guilty, somehow.
“Not in the way you suspected, no,” she answers, and wonders how she’s going to phrase herself without sounding like she’s begging. She won’t, god knows she won’t, because for one, she’s still not entirely sure this is a good idea, but her body, clearly, has a goddamn mind of its own.
His hand come up to touch her cheek, and the heat radiating from his skin feels like a brand against her own heated skin. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for yet, Ninomiya-san,” he whispers, and Nino can’t help the way she whimpers at the way his hand caresses her face as if she’s made of vulnerable glass.
“I promise that’s not the only reason I brought you here,” he says, and Nino has to look at him properly at that, seeing the genuine look of adoration in his eyes. “I mean it. I brought you here to show you where I live, since you let me have the opportunity to see your place earlier, too. I’ve plans to show you around, maybe watch a movie with you while we eat or something, and that’s it. If we end up doing something else after that, well, that will depend on whether you would like it to happen or not. Otherwise, no pressure. You can even ask me to take you home after I’ve shown you around and I will, Ninomiya-san. The only thing you need to do is ask.”
Pairing : Ohno/Girl!Nino
Rating : R
Summary : Crossfire AU. She is the flame that ignites the fire within him; his girl, his angel, his everything.
Note : Will repost in AO3 soon
He could sense the slight change in her once those words are out of his mouth, and for a moment there, he realized he’s more terrified at the possibility of her leaving because she misunderstood. Still, he guesses it couldn’t be helped; the sexual tension between them is as palpable as his need to be close to her, but that’s not reason enough to rush things to his favor just because he couldn’t help himself.
What happened earlier in her apartment only proves what he’s known all along. The way she responded to his touch was torture enough as it was, and the sounds she made as he tongued her to completion didn’t help either. The memory of it all had made him almost permanently hard throughout dinner that it was a miracle he’d made it through the end of it without ending up excusing himself so he could rub a quick one out.
Her shoulders feel stiff under his careful hold, the expression on her face as he peeks on her reflection through the elevator’s door tells him he’s not imagining it. She looks uneasy, maybe a little scared. A part of him aches at the sight of her and he knows he has to do everything in his power to make her feel safe, his own desires be damned.
He takes it upon himself to make sure he isn’t about to fuck things up by rushing her. He won’t.
He swears he’ll try his best to be good for her. He’ll show her. Even if he has to start slow.
+
Ohno-san had barely spoken a word since after he’d announced he was taking her home, but Nino is certain the other man was thinking about how he should throughout the entire elevator ride up to his apartment. It was obvious in the way he’d held her close as if he was afraid she’d run the first chance she got, the look on his face told her her silence was worried him more than he’d dared to admit.
When the elevator stopped, Nino couldn’t even bring herself to be surprised anymore. Ohno-san occupies the penthouse, of course, saying nothing as he carefully led her across the short distance between the elevator and the door, one hand at the small of her back. It only took him a moment to unlock his front door by keying his security code, nudging Nino inside once he’d pushed the door open.
Nino mentally swoons when she got inside. As expected, the apartment is huge that she’s certain it could easily fit three of the apartment she shares with Aiba inside it. The interior looks somewhat similar to Ohno-san’s own office at Samiijima, saved from the distinct color difference.
He takes her hand wordlessly and leads her inside, impressed at the way the lights inside blink to life with her every step. Ohno-san brings her to his massive living room, Nino noticing the color of the carpet is identical to the wall. It also feels wonderful under her tired feet, but she wisely doesn’t comment on it. Yet.
“Would you like something to drink, Ninomiya-san?” Ohno-san’s voice breaks through her quiet musing, and she turns to find him eyeing her closely. She doesn’t even realize he’d ditched his suit jacket already, probably when she wasn’t looking, and he’s in the middle of removing his tie as he speaks. “You look like you need it, if you know what I’m saying,”
She chuckles and turns away to hide the way her cheeks burn in embarrassment. “What can you offer me besides water or beer?” she asks.
“Juice?” Ohno-san returns, and she doesn’t even need to look at him to know that he is smiling.
“Something stronger than that, if you have it,”
“Coffee? Black? No cream or sugar, if that’s how you want it,”
She does turn this time and gives him a look. “Don’t be cute, Ohno-san,” she says, wryly, even though she feels anything but. It’s difficult enough to be standing here not knowing how the night would end, but it’s even more difficult to just allow herself to be swept away by their combined passion despite the fact that it’s where they’re obviously headed anyway. She knows it’s just a matter of time before it happens - and technically, it already did, right? - but that doesn’t mean she can’t suffer a little just thinking about how it will unfold from here on.
“I’m not trying to be,” Ohno-san answers, and there’s that noticeable little quirk on his lips that makes Nino’s own dry, for some goddamn reason. “It’s not my fault that I’m effortlessly cute, Ninomiya-san.”
“Very funny,” she snorts, but her heart does that stupid dance in her ribcage the second she watches him ditch the tie and smiles her way.
“Did you, perhaps, want me to offer you alcohol instead? Why?”
She shrugs and looks away, if only so she doesn’t have to keep seeing the way he’s eyeing her so intently, as if he can’t believe she’s standing there.
“Just something to calm my nerves,” she murmurs, “if it’s okay.”
His voice sounded nearer when he asks, “Am I scaring you, Ninomiya-san?” followed by a light touch against Nino’s elbow that has Nino gasping sharply in answer. Ohno-san quickly takes his hand back, and the action makes Nino guilty, somehow.
“Not in the way you suspected, no,” she answers, and wonders how she’s going to phrase herself without sounding like she’s begging. She won’t, god knows she won’t, because for one, she’s still not entirely sure this is a good idea, but her body, clearly, has a goddamn mind of its own.
His hand come up to touch her cheek, and the heat radiating from his skin feels like a brand against her own heated skin. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for yet, Ninomiya-san,” he whispers, and Nino can’t help the way she whimpers at the way his hand caresses her face as if she’s made of vulnerable glass.
“I promise that’s not the only reason I brought you here,” he says, and Nino has to look at him properly at that, seeing the genuine look of adoration in his eyes. “I mean it. I brought you here to show you where I live, since you let me have the opportunity to see your place earlier, too. I’ve plans to show you around, maybe watch a movie with you while we eat or something, and that’s it. If we end up doing something else after that, well, that will depend on whether you would like it to happen or not. Otherwise, no pressure. You can even ask me to take you home after I’ve shown you around and I will, Ninomiya-san. The only thing you need to do is ask.”