Disclaimer; I do not own Kare kano! I wish I had been clever enough to
come up with the story and the characters, but I'm not. Or maybe I am, I
don't know!
Random Hearts
*hi! This is my Kare Kano fic! I hope you all like it! It Takes place when Arima and Miyazawa are 18 years old! Enjoy!*
Chapter 1: I need you.Don't let me lose control
Never before had he kissed her this passionately. His lips sunk into hers and his hands grasped around her shoulders, holding her tightly. Yukino's head swam as Arima worked his soft lips professionally, if kissing were a profession, leaving her breathless.
*.It's been such a long time since I have been kissed this way.*
In the 18 years of her life, Yukino had never felt so wanted, so beautiful. Arima kissed the corners or her mouth, and then her rosy cheeks. Yukino gasped as Arima pulled down the collar of the over-sized, clean gray t-shirt she was wearing to kiss her rounded shoulder. The t-shirt did not belong to her. It was the gray t-shirt Arima had given her to wear after her school uniform had become soaked from their intense snow-ball fight that after noon. White, fluffy, freezing clouds of snow had flown, and Yukino's cold, wet, skirt had stuck to her thighs, as Arima had seen through his snow-capped eyelids. Their hair and skin were still damp from the snow and they had snuggled up on the floor behind Arima's father's favorite chair in front of the fire. Red, orange, and yellow reflections of the crackling flames danced on the walls around the room and on the faces of the two people locked in each other's arms. Both of their bodies were wrapped in a large brown, woolen blanket. Yukino leaned against the back of the leather recliner chair as Arima pressed his warm body against hers.
*..It's so warm.*
Yukino was so very nervous when Arima invited her inside. She somehow knew nobody was home. When she had foolishly asked where his parents were, he simply had replied, "Out," and inched closer and closer to her, wrapping the blanket more tightly around them.
She did not know what had brought on Arima's wave of sudden passion, but soon, they had been making out. Arima moved his lips up and down the gentle slope of her neck and lifted his hand to stroke her collarbone. Yukino reddened as his fingers then traced the smooth line of her jaw. She could feel his presence so strongly around her. He was every where, his lips and his hands. The passion and the want churned violently inside of her. His name resounded throughout her mind, his touch throughout her veins. She loved him so much, and could not understand how this person could suddenly whisk her away from all logic. Where she went with him was such a happy place, free of pain and negative thoughts. When she was away from him, she realized how far away their special place was from the real world. She realized how her brain suddenly drifted away when she was with him. She liked it, but wondered how something, how someone could make her feel so weak, so helpless when it came to controlling her emotions. She forgot about everything else when she was with him. Her heart was beating so strongly. She did not want to do anything stupid, anything that she might regret later. Her mind would have to be with her always. And already, at this moment, she was losing it little by little.
Arima kissed her creamy chin and rubbed his hand against her short, damp, red hair, his fingers affectionately memorizing every beautiful strand. His lips returned to her long, beautifully soft neck, and she exhaled quietly.
Arima kissed her lips and murmured a fervent, "I love you," running his fingers against her collarbone again. She could feel herself slipping away, like grains of white sand, right through his slender fingers. Yukino sighed and whispered a contented "I love you too," into his parted lips. The heat ran up to his cheeks upon hearing this phrase that he longed to hear every time he was with her, every time he was around her, and when he was tucked into his bed each night, wishing desperately that she was with him, allowing him to do things to her that would take them far away from his bedroom.
He then remembered standing in the hallway at school, waiting for Yukino's tutoring lesson to end. It had been two weeks since Yukino had begun to tutor a new student in algebra. When the teacher asked Yukino if she would help this new-comer out, and Yukino had accepted, Arima had become a bit depressed and bit his lip so hard, it almost bled. He was only 200% aware that this new student was male, and a very attractive male at that. So he was determined to keep her safe from him, as this one had a bit of a reputation for being a playboy. And it had been more than enough proof when Arima peered through the classroom window after school and saw this idiot playing with Yukino's hair, running his long, dirty fingers between the beautiful red tendrils. He was whispering something in her ear, and Arima noticed that a blush had crept across her cheeks. Arima was going to make sure that Yukino forgot all about that guy.
Arima slipped his hands onto her waist and lifted the edge of the gray shirt, touching her bare stomach. He slid his hands behind her and moved his hands up and down her back, massaging the smooth, white skin.
Yukino sighed again. Despite their earlier snow war, his hands were surprisingly warm, and the heat soothed her soft skin. The hands felt so good rubbing at her back. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer, burying her face into his strong, wide shoulder. She inhaled the scent of clean cotton and secretly wished she could smell his skin, without the cotton shirt covering it. Her already pink face turned crimson at the thought. She already knew of the heated sensations that were coursing throughout her upper body, but could not dare to think about what was going on below her mid-section. She closed her eyes and her eyebrows lifted, knitting together. Arima's hands traveled to the front of her, and brushed against her chest. She let out a quiet, breathless moan, and was immediately embarrassed. Now why did she do that?
Arima's passion rose as he heard the sound escape her lips. Did he do that to her? He gently held the tender, sensitive curve in his hand and massaged gingerly with his fingers.
"Soichiro," Yukino gasped, lifted her head off of his shoulder, and pushed off of him with her hands. She was not about to let herself lose control! It was too much. Arima's heart lifted with the mention of his first name. His name sounded so beautiful whenever she uttered it. He listened closely as her breathing became shallow. She shivered, and wriggled away from him. She had to regain her composure!
Arima lifted his head and stared at her.
*Oh, no, please, please, don't look at me that way.*
Yukino could feel herself surrendering as his brown eyes bored into hers. She knew she would melt if she stared back, and all sensibility would fly out the window. She didn't really want him to stop, and she knew that her eyes told him shyly to go on. Bashfully, she turned her head away from his, unable to hold the intensity of his gaze. Arima took advantage of the position of her neck and littered it with kisses. His hands continued where they left off.
Suddenly, the sound of a key turning in the front door broke the moment. Arima quickly released his beauty and shifted his position next to her, sitting by her side. Arima's parents entered the house, their arms full of groceries. Arima, looking sheepish and slightly ashamed at what he and his girlfriend had been doing, stood up quickly to help his parents with the heavy bags. Yukino scrambled to her feet and bowed lightly to the Arimas. "Good afternoon," she said quietly. His mother's eyes widened as she noticed a red spot located under Yukino's jaw. A love mark? Did their Soichiro do that? "G-Good Afternoon, Miyazawa."
"I-I'm afraid I must leave now," Yukino stammered, her eyes staying on the floor. "I-I have to wash the dishes."
"Yes, you do that, dear," his father nodded. Arima blushed and waved good- bye. His father chuckled. Now why did their son look so embarrassed?
"Yukino, what's that on your neck?" Her mother asked that evening at the dinner table. Yukino's father and two sisters, dropped their forks on the leafy salads on their plates and averted their eyes to Yukino's neck. This sounded urgent. Something strange was on Yukino's neck? Yukino blushed and clasped her hand over the side of her throat. She was hoping that nobody would notice the love mark Arima had accidentally placed below her jawline.
"Uhm." Images of The dog popped into her mind. "Pero-pero bit me," she offered pitifully.
"Really?" Her father stuffed lettuce into his mouth. "He's never been known to bite before, he was always such a sweet dog."
Yukino gulped. "Well, I was a bit rough when I was playing with him earlier today." There was a bit of awkward silence as they munched away. Yukino's mom giggled.
"Right, yes, you must have been too rough with him," she giggled again. Her father eyed his wife curiously.
"What's so funny?" he asked through a mouthful of cherry tomatoes.
"Nothing," his wife replied. She turned her face in Yukino's direction, looked at her knowingly and gave a wink. She looked back down at her plate to spear a cucumber with her fork. "So, how were things at Arima's house after school?" A blush spread across Yukino's nose and cheeks. Hot, she wanted to tell her mother. Very hot.
Soichiro sat down on his bed and sighed. He was so embarrassed. And shocked. And ashamed. He still couldn't believe he had tried that. That was indecent of him! And completely inappropriate. He really didn't know what he had done if his parents hadn't walked in on them at that precise moment. Had he been planning.to go on? He shook hid head in confusion. He was almost sure, at one point, that the thought had crossed his mind. He crashed down onto his back, bouncing on his crisp, white sheets. He placed a hand behind his head and frowned as he remembered his father's nervous words a while after Yukino had left.
~"I-I know you and Miyazawa have been together for a while, but I don't want you two to take things too far and get into any trouble." ~
How had he known? Was it that obvious? Had they somehow given it away? Maybe they looked different? Was the sparkle of their innocence gone? They hadn't taken things very far, and after hearing his father's words, he was grateful for it. He didn't want to hurt Yukino. Maybe they should keep things slow for a while.
Yukino stood in the shower. The heat was almost unbearable. She had turned on the hot water full-blast, and the steam filled the room up so completely that it was almost choking her. Her wet, soapy hair clung to her face and shoulders. The heat in the bathroom was such a contrast to the temperature outside. She was so hot right now, and it was so odd to think that snow was falling right outside the bathroom window. Yukino thought back to hers and Arima's snowball fight that afternoon, and to the events following. Her cheeks were already flushed from the warmth, but the color deepened from the lust that bubbled inside her. She lowered her head, allowing the streams of hot water from the showerhead to massage the back of her neck. She looked down at herself. Should she? Yukino clutched tentatively at her breast and squeezed lightly. She pressed her other hand to the steamy glass door of the tub and slowly fell to her knees, her hand leaving clear streaks of broken condensation following her fingers.
*Oh, please, Soichiro.touch me again.*
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So, what do you think? There's gonna be more to come! Please review!
Random Hearts
*hi! This is my Kare Kano fic! I hope you all like it! It Takes place when Arima and Miyazawa are 18 years old! Enjoy!*
Chapter 1: I need you.Don't let me lose control
Never before had he kissed her this passionately. His lips sunk into hers and his hands grasped around her shoulders, holding her tightly. Yukino's head swam as Arima worked his soft lips professionally, if kissing were a profession, leaving her breathless.
*.It's been such a long time since I have been kissed this way.*
In the 18 years of her life, Yukino had never felt so wanted, so beautiful. Arima kissed the corners or her mouth, and then her rosy cheeks. Yukino gasped as Arima pulled down the collar of the over-sized, clean gray t-shirt she was wearing to kiss her rounded shoulder. The t-shirt did not belong to her. It was the gray t-shirt Arima had given her to wear after her school uniform had become soaked from their intense snow-ball fight that after noon. White, fluffy, freezing clouds of snow had flown, and Yukino's cold, wet, skirt had stuck to her thighs, as Arima had seen through his snow-capped eyelids. Their hair and skin were still damp from the snow and they had snuggled up on the floor behind Arima's father's favorite chair in front of the fire. Red, orange, and yellow reflections of the crackling flames danced on the walls around the room and on the faces of the two people locked in each other's arms. Both of their bodies were wrapped in a large brown, woolen blanket. Yukino leaned against the back of the leather recliner chair as Arima pressed his warm body against hers.
*..It's so warm.*
Yukino was so very nervous when Arima invited her inside. She somehow knew nobody was home. When she had foolishly asked where his parents were, he simply had replied, "Out," and inched closer and closer to her, wrapping the blanket more tightly around them.
She did not know what had brought on Arima's wave of sudden passion, but soon, they had been making out. Arima moved his lips up and down the gentle slope of her neck and lifted his hand to stroke her collarbone. Yukino reddened as his fingers then traced the smooth line of her jaw. She could feel his presence so strongly around her. He was every where, his lips and his hands. The passion and the want churned violently inside of her. His name resounded throughout her mind, his touch throughout her veins. She loved him so much, and could not understand how this person could suddenly whisk her away from all logic. Where she went with him was such a happy place, free of pain and negative thoughts. When she was away from him, she realized how far away their special place was from the real world. She realized how her brain suddenly drifted away when she was with him. She liked it, but wondered how something, how someone could make her feel so weak, so helpless when it came to controlling her emotions. She forgot about everything else when she was with him. Her heart was beating so strongly. She did not want to do anything stupid, anything that she might regret later. Her mind would have to be with her always. And already, at this moment, she was losing it little by little.
Arima kissed her creamy chin and rubbed his hand against her short, damp, red hair, his fingers affectionately memorizing every beautiful strand. His lips returned to her long, beautifully soft neck, and she exhaled quietly.
Arima kissed her lips and murmured a fervent, "I love you," running his fingers against her collarbone again. She could feel herself slipping away, like grains of white sand, right through his slender fingers. Yukino sighed and whispered a contented "I love you too," into his parted lips. The heat ran up to his cheeks upon hearing this phrase that he longed to hear every time he was with her, every time he was around her, and when he was tucked into his bed each night, wishing desperately that she was with him, allowing him to do things to her that would take them far away from his bedroom.
He then remembered standing in the hallway at school, waiting for Yukino's tutoring lesson to end. It had been two weeks since Yukino had begun to tutor a new student in algebra. When the teacher asked Yukino if she would help this new-comer out, and Yukino had accepted, Arima had become a bit depressed and bit his lip so hard, it almost bled. He was only 200% aware that this new student was male, and a very attractive male at that. So he was determined to keep her safe from him, as this one had a bit of a reputation for being a playboy. And it had been more than enough proof when Arima peered through the classroom window after school and saw this idiot playing with Yukino's hair, running his long, dirty fingers between the beautiful red tendrils. He was whispering something in her ear, and Arima noticed that a blush had crept across her cheeks. Arima was going to make sure that Yukino forgot all about that guy.
Arima slipped his hands onto her waist and lifted the edge of the gray shirt, touching her bare stomach. He slid his hands behind her and moved his hands up and down her back, massaging the smooth, white skin.
Yukino sighed again. Despite their earlier snow war, his hands were surprisingly warm, and the heat soothed her soft skin. The hands felt so good rubbing at her back. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer, burying her face into his strong, wide shoulder. She inhaled the scent of clean cotton and secretly wished she could smell his skin, without the cotton shirt covering it. Her already pink face turned crimson at the thought. She already knew of the heated sensations that were coursing throughout her upper body, but could not dare to think about what was going on below her mid-section. She closed her eyes and her eyebrows lifted, knitting together. Arima's hands traveled to the front of her, and brushed against her chest. She let out a quiet, breathless moan, and was immediately embarrassed. Now why did she do that?
Arima's passion rose as he heard the sound escape her lips. Did he do that to her? He gently held the tender, sensitive curve in his hand and massaged gingerly with his fingers.
"Soichiro," Yukino gasped, lifted her head off of his shoulder, and pushed off of him with her hands. She was not about to let herself lose control! It was too much. Arima's heart lifted with the mention of his first name. His name sounded so beautiful whenever she uttered it. He listened closely as her breathing became shallow. She shivered, and wriggled away from him. She had to regain her composure!
Arima lifted his head and stared at her.
*Oh, no, please, please, don't look at me that way.*
Yukino could feel herself surrendering as his brown eyes bored into hers. She knew she would melt if she stared back, and all sensibility would fly out the window. She didn't really want him to stop, and she knew that her eyes told him shyly to go on. Bashfully, she turned her head away from his, unable to hold the intensity of his gaze. Arima took advantage of the position of her neck and littered it with kisses. His hands continued where they left off.
Suddenly, the sound of a key turning in the front door broke the moment. Arima quickly released his beauty and shifted his position next to her, sitting by her side. Arima's parents entered the house, their arms full of groceries. Arima, looking sheepish and slightly ashamed at what he and his girlfriend had been doing, stood up quickly to help his parents with the heavy bags. Yukino scrambled to her feet and bowed lightly to the Arimas. "Good afternoon," she said quietly. His mother's eyes widened as she noticed a red spot located under Yukino's jaw. A love mark? Did their Soichiro do that? "G-Good Afternoon, Miyazawa."
"I-I'm afraid I must leave now," Yukino stammered, her eyes staying on the floor. "I-I have to wash the dishes."
"Yes, you do that, dear," his father nodded. Arima blushed and waved good- bye. His father chuckled. Now why did their son look so embarrassed?
"Yukino, what's that on your neck?" Her mother asked that evening at the dinner table. Yukino's father and two sisters, dropped their forks on the leafy salads on their plates and averted their eyes to Yukino's neck. This sounded urgent. Something strange was on Yukino's neck? Yukino blushed and clasped her hand over the side of her throat. She was hoping that nobody would notice the love mark Arima had accidentally placed below her jawline.
"Uhm." Images of The dog popped into her mind. "Pero-pero bit me," she offered pitifully.
"Really?" Her father stuffed lettuce into his mouth. "He's never been known to bite before, he was always such a sweet dog."
Yukino gulped. "Well, I was a bit rough when I was playing with him earlier today." There was a bit of awkward silence as they munched away. Yukino's mom giggled.
"Right, yes, you must have been too rough with him," she giggled again. Her father eyed his wife curiously.
"What's so funny?" he asked through a mouthful of cherry tomatoes.
"Nothing," his wife replied. She turned her face in Yukino's direction, looked at her knowingly and gave a wink. She looked back down at her plate to spear a cucumber with her fork. "So, how were things at Arima's house after school?" A blush spread across Yukino's nose and cheeks. Hot, she wanted to tell her mother. Very hot.
Soichiro sat down on his bed and sighed. He was so embarrassed. And shocked. And ashamed. He still couldn't believe he had tried that. That was indecent of him! And completely inappropriate. He really didn't know what he had done if his parents hadn't walked in on them at that precise moment. Had he been planning.to go on? He shook hid head in confusion. He was almost sure, at one point, that the thought had crossed his mind. He crashed down onto his back, bouncing on his crisp, white sheets. He placed a hand behind his head and frowned as he remembered his father's nervous words a while after Yukino had left.
~"I-I know you and Miyazawa have been together for a while, but I don't want you two to take things too far and get into any trouble." ~
How had he known? Was it that obvious? Had they somehow given it away? Maybe they looked different? Was the sparkle of their innocence gone? They hadn't taken things very far, and after hearing his father's words, he was grateful for it. He didn't want to hurt Yukino. Maybe they should keep things slow for a while.
Yukino stood in the shower. The heat was almost unbearable. She had turned on the hot water full-blast, and the steam filled the room up so completely that it was almost choking her. Her wet, soapy hair clung to her face and shoulders. The heat in the bathroom was such a contrast to the temperature outside. She was so hot right now, and it was so odd to think that snow was falling right outside the bathroom window. Yukino thought back to hers and Arima's snowball fight that afternoon, and to the events following. Her cheeks were already flushed from the warmth, but the color deepened from the lust that bubbled inside her. She lowered her head, allowing the streams of hot water from the showerhead to massage the back of her neck. She looked down at herself. Should she? Yukino clutched tentatively at her breast and squeezed lightly. She pressed her other hand to the steamy glass door of the tub and slowly fell to her knees, her hand leaving clear streaks of broken condensation following her fingers.
*Oh, please, Soichiro.touch me again.*
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So, what do you think? There's gonna be more to come! Please review!