Code: Breaker ain't mine. If it was, Sakura and Ogami would be getting it on already *w* There's just too much sexual tension that I can't believe they still haven't gone somewhere farther… :|

This fandom needs moar pr0nz, srsly. Prz to be writing one, anybody? *w*

Admit It (Or How Alcohol Still Cannot Change Ogami)

He wasn't even supposed to be here in the first place, he thought. It was only because of her that he came, after much persuasion. Their classmates have asked her to ask him to join the little class gathering they prepared. He later found out that she was the one behind the get-together. Although he had initially refused, he agreed to go in the end. He had to admit, she and her whole being has already become a part of his life. He thought of the time when "the one being sought" kidnapped her. It was almost a unanimous decision that they had to find her not just because of their duties as a code and she being a rare kind but because she was a "friend," or even more than that. They have gotten too used to having her around.

Not that he would admit it.

She went towards him and sat beside him, offering a glass of some strange liquid and her already-signature smile. If another guy was in his place, his heart would have already gotten elated; but he wasn't. He wasn't supposed to have emotions; he wasn't regarded as a "person" anymore after all. Despite that, she had her way with him. Her eyes that were fixed upon him urged him to drink. He did. He couldn't refuse her for some reason tonight, he thought. It tasted strange, but somewhat amazing in a weird sense of the word.

Not that he would admit it.

A few more hours elapsed. Sakurakouji might have drank too much; she was singing songs no one has ever hear of, waving and swaying her body at the same time. Anyone would have thought she was crazy, but almost everyone in the room except Ogami could be branded as "sane." Her perfect hips swayed, almost seductively. Her (more than) ample breasts bounced, as if it were dancing to the rhythm of the loud music that made the floor tremble slightly. Her unblemished face was tinted pink; it made her even more beautiful. He must be drunk as well.

Not that he would admit it.

It was only after another hour that everyone left the room, leaving only a couple of Sakura's closest friends in their class, but they left soon afterwards. She slumped to the seat beside him, sporting a look of accomplishment and exhaustion, but she still managed to turn her head towards him and ask him if he had fun. He only snorted and looked the other way, expecting her to drop the subject.

Her hands suddenly cupped his face as turned them slightly to face her. She had meant to kiss his forehead but as he jerked his head, it made contact with his lips instead. Instead of pulling back, she continued to kiss him. What even surprised both of them is that he responded by kissing back and opening her mouth to explore. As her hands fell, Sakura's eyes widened with shock but her heart pounded loudly in contrast. His hands made their way to her neck, pushing her flustered face even closer to his. He tasted a faint taste of beer and vodka. But it still tasted sweet. Just like her.

Not that he would admit it.

His hands started to move in ways he would not want it to; they were now caressing her back that shivered whenever it touched the tip of his finger.

"…Can I hold your hand?"

Without a word, he himself wrapped his hands around her delicate ones. He liked how it felt.

Not that he would admit it.

Maybe he could; he'll just blame the alcohol.