Chapter 3
It had been amazing, feeling him inside of me. Usually I felt dirty after doing so, but nothing had ever felt so clean before in my life. I wanted to have him inside of me forever, but I knew I wouldn't be able to. Eventually I would have to return to my father while Ran stayed in Tokyo.
"What are you thinking about?" Ran asked from where he was laying against my chest and toying with the hoop through my right nipple. I think he liked it and that made me smile.
"You and how incredibly wonderful you are," I replied, sounding like a crummy romance novel.
Ran glanced at his watch, which was the only item of clothing he was wearing unless you counted his necklace. I recognized it as the one I had sent to him when I had gone on vacation to Washington D.C. It was simple, but elegant, made of strands of black, red, silver, and a shimmery white woven together and accenting the color of his skin. It was perfect.
"The shop closes soon." he muttered sleepily. I grinned and played with one of his eartails.
"Good. I'm taking all of you out to dinner. I know this little Italian place. The owner works with my father so I know we'll get good service."
"Italian?"
"Dad takes me everywhere, Ran." I told him excitedly, happy that I could finally tell him all the stuff I had done since he had been avoiding me, " I've been all over Europe and Asia and South America and the United States. I love travelling, but I can't stand African food. It's different everytime, even if you order the same thing over and over. I've learned so much and my psychiatrist said it's good for me to try new things, so whatever, you know? Have you ever had fettucine alfredo? It's absolutely divine."
"Divine?"
I had started using the word a while back when I met Mrs. Hicks from Great Britain. She said it suited me and I started using it as soon as I learned the Japanese version. Dad had helped me brush up on my English and learn several other languages, mostly Europian.
Ran seemed surprised when I told him this, not knowing that I had always had an affinity for languages. There were so many things he didn't know about me. There were so many things I didn't know about him, but I wanted to know everything. That reminded me...
"Ran?"
"Hm?"
"Why did you avoid me for so long?"
He sighed, running the tips of his fingers up and down my side, making me shiver, "I knew you had a lot of stuff to deal with and I'd probably say something stupid and screw it all up. Sorry if I hurt your feelings."
"Well," I sighed. "You did, kind of. But. you had good intentions, so I guess it's ok..."
"Hey, guys, you ok down there?" Yoji shouted from the top of the stairs.
"We're fine, Yotan! Give us a minute and we'll go out for dinner, k?" I shouted, then added, "My treat!"
"Fine!" he shouted and shut the door.
I grinned as Ran and I separated and started dressing. Ran was mine. All mine...
To Be Continued...
*Sorry for the abrupt ending to this chapter, but I'm leaving so and I wanted to post it. I promise to add more soon!
It had been amazing, feeling him inside of me. Usually I felt dirty after doing so, but nothing had ever felt so clean before in my life. I wanted to have him inside of me forever, but I knew I wouldn't be able to. Eventually I would have to return to my father while Ran stayed in Tokyo.
"What are you thinking about?" Ran asked from where he was laying against my chest and toying with the hoop through my right nipple. I think he liked it and that made me smile.
"You and how incredibly wonderful you are," I replied, sounding like a crummy romance novel.
Ran glanced at his watch, which was the only item of clothing he was wearing unless you counted his necklace. I recognized it as the one I had sent to him when I had gone on vacation to Washington D.C. It was simple, but elegant, made of strands of black, red, silver, and a shimmery white woven together and accenting the color of his skin. It was perfect.
"The shop closes soon." he muttered sleepily. I grinned and played with one of his eartails.
"Good. I'm taking all of you out to dinner. I know this little Italian place. The owner works with my father so I know we'll get good service."
"Italian?"
"Dad takes me everywhere, Ran." I told him excitedly, happy that I could finally tell him all the stuff I had done since he had been avoiding me, " I've been all over Europe and Asia and South America and the United States. I love travelling, but I can't stand African food. It's different everytime, even if you order the same thing over and over. I've learned so much and my psychiatrist said it's good for me to try new things, so whatever, you know? Have you ever had fettucine alfredo? It's absolutely divine."
"Divine?"
I had started using the word a while back when I met Mrs. Hicks from Great Britain. She said it suited me and I started using it as soon as I learned the Japanese version. Dad had helped me brush up on my English and learn several other languages, mostly Europian.
Ran seemed surprised when I told him this, not knowing that I had always had an affinity for languages. There were so many things he didn't know about me. There were so many things I didn't know about him, but I wanted to know everything. That reminded me...
"Ran?"
"Hm?"
"Why did you avoid me for so long?"
He sighed, running the tips of his fingers up and down my side, making me shiver, "I knew you had a lot of stuff to deal with and I'd probably say something stupid and screw it all up. Sorry if I hurt your feelings."
"Well," I sighed. "You did, kind of. But. you had good intentions, so I guess it's ok..."
"Hey, guys, you ok down there?" Yoji shouted from the top of the stairs.
"We're fine, Yotan! Give us a minute and we'll go out for dinner, k?" I shouted, then added, "My treat!"
"Fine!" he shouted and shut the door.
I grinned as Ran and I separated and started dressing. Ran was mine. All mine...
To Be Continued...
*Sorry for the abrupt ending to this chapter, but I'm leaving so and I wanted to post it. I promise to add more soon!