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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Aomine_Daiki/Momoi_Satsuki
  Character:
      Aomine_Daiki, Momoi_Satsuki
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Drabble_Collection, Kinks, Bond_Development, Not_Chronologically
      Ordered
  Series:
      Part 7 of 1_Sentence
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-22 Words: 10453
****** Illicit Bonds ******
by hopeassassin
Summary
     The first time he enters her, he rids her of both her virginity (and
     his own) and the air in her lungs.
Notes
     WARNING for entirely smut-based drabbles. Or at least intended as
     such. Language and adult situations galore!
     The original file for this has been on my hard-drive for almost a
     year now. It went through so many revisions I’m not even sure how
     good a read it is anymore, but hopefully it will make for a
     worthwhile distraction until I get my serious projects underway.
     Some ideas are, naturally, stronger and better than others.
See the end of the work for more notes
#1: Air.
 
The first time he enters her, he rids her of both her virginity (and his own)
and the air in her lungs.
 
;
 
#2: Apples.
 
If apples from the tree of knowledge were the forbidden fruit in the Garden of
Eden, to Satsuki his kisses and touches are definitely the forbidden fruit in
the garden of her still blooming sexuality.
 
She never once thought as much about a guy in that way before she got together
with Dai-chan, and ever after he started giving her those looks, those comments
and those illicit caresses, she knew she had already bitten into the forbidden
apple. She knew there was no going back to the clueless little girl she used to
be anymore.
 
Not that she wanted to go back to it anyway; it didn’t particularly matter to
her if she was drenched in proverbial sin or whatever—the taste of that fruit
was the most delicious delicacy in the entire universe, as far as she was
concerned.
 
;
 
#3: Beginning.
 
If asked when they stopped being normal friends and began being lovers, Daiki
would be hard pressed to answer. Considering their long history together—and
the slightly blurry transition from being friends to being something more—his
incapability of pinpointing a specific moment in time was unsurprising.
 
A moment he can definitely point out as one of their solid beginnings, though,
is the first time she is sitting in front of him, legs spread wide, face
flushed sexily, breath coming out in short puffs, finely filed fingernails
digging in a bittersweet fashion into the flesh of his shoulders where she held
onto him for support while he pushed a pair of deft fingers in and out of her
at a frenzied pace.
 
That mental picture is definitely one of their more memorable beginnings, and
he will treasure it till his dying breath.
 
;
 
#4: Bugs.
 
It bugs Daiki infinitely when morons hit on his girl when they are out on a
date together.
 
What’s worse is that his emotions are so tempestuous most of the time he ends
up being unable to rein them in, and he acts much too rough with her when
people bug him.
 
More often than not his love borders on bruising when he presses her against
the wall of the public bathroom, or pushes her up against the bark of a tree
trunk in the depths of the park, and takes her right then and there – quickly,
ardently, possessively, reclaiming her as his own so that she will never forget
whom she belongs to.
 
(What he doesn’t know is that Satsuki is well aware why he has those episodes
and she doesn’t mind his rough play too much—in fact, she enjoys the diversity
it brings to their intimate life.)
 
;
 
#5: Coffee.
 
He doesn’t get what she likes about coffee—it’s bitter, nasty and something
only grown-ups could savour with a straight face.
 
Once, he shared his point of view on the matter with her, and she laughed.
 
She laughed for a really long time, before telling him that his logic was
completely warped, and that if he could seriously think of himself as a kid
after all the kinky things he’d done to her, then she’d be quite impressed with
his views on adulthood.
 
Her comment makes him give her a most wolfish grin and consider perhaps giving
coffee another chance to appeal to him.
 
(She potentiates it, by pouring so much milk and sugar into the beverage that
he doesn’t feel like scoffing at the mug just from the scent of it anymore).
 
;
 
#6: Dark.
 
Their skin complexions are very different, and he has never really given much
of a damn about it since it doesn’t matter at all to him.
 
However, when they are in bed, limbs tangled together, lips melding and hands
wandering, he finds himself often fascinated how stark a contrast his dark skin
makes against her porcelain white one. Her complexion is so much different than
his it’s impossibly easy to tell where she ends and he begins, despite how
intimately entangled they are.
 
He finds this peculiarity about them particularly arousing while he marvels the
way her creamy white flesh takes in all of him when he pushes into her core,
coming out briefly, his length covered with her thick essence, before he buries
himself hilt-deep inside her again.
 
;
 
#7: Despair.
 
Despair, Daiki knows, is the word that best describes a certain kind of
situation.
 
Being swamped with work, but not at all focusing on that because his fiancée
keeps texting him every other minute with more and more seductive messages,
telling him what she wants him to do this or that, to do her, right now.
 
All those messages culminating in the most nosebleed-inducing picture of her he
has ever feasted his eyes upon attached to the last message.
 
Yearning to race home and make all her dirty fantasies come true, but being
unable to do so because he needs to finish fucking work…!
 
That, Aomine Daiki can tell anyone interested, is the true meaning of utter
despair.
 
;
 
#8: Doors.
 
Ever since that one time when Mrs Momoi barged into her daughter’s room to find
Daiki with his hand in Satsuki’s panties, the two adolescents learnt their
lesson.
 
Ever since then, they always checked if they had locked all doors, closed all
windows and eliminated any other means of interruption before they start
getting busy with each other.
 
Taking care of the mess (and bitter disappointment) of being walked in on and
(even worse!) stopped in the height of their fun is something they would rather
not have to deal with again after that first disaster with Satsuki’s mom.
 
;
 
#9: Drink.
 
He has always had a rather appreciative view of her body, even while they were
still friends.
 
But the way he looks at her the first time she sheds all her clothing in front
of him is inexplicable.
 
The way he drinks in every twist and curve of her body, eyes caressing every
bit of her with such reverent adoration it makes her cheeks heat up in
nervousness and excitement – she knows she will never get enough of this
feeling.
 
She hopes he doesn’t ever grow tired of her, because she knows she sure as hell
will never tire of him.
 
;
 
#10: Duty.
 
Duty is something Daiki dislikes with great intensity from the first moment it
is introduced to him as a concept back in his childhood, when his first duties
are handed to him.
 
His hatred for the word and all it stands for doesn’t change the older he gets,
and instead only intensifies. He loathes with a passion he can’t describe all
the work and duties people push onto him at school, and he hates the duties his
job entails even more.
 
There is, however, an exception to his rule.
 
The only duty he will never dislike is the one he has as a husband to his
amazing wife – he fulfils it gladly, however many times he must, feeling a
better man for it once he has the pink-haired miracle asleep (spent and
content) in his arms.
 
;
 
#11: Earth.
 
There are few instances in Satsuki’s life that she’s been so embarrassed she
wished the earth would open up and swallow her whole, delivering her from
having to live with the shame of the moment.
 
The most recent of those moments was the morning after one of her stays over at
Dai-chan’s.
 
It had seemed to her as a perfectly normal morning to her, until Kagami glared
at her from across the kitchen table with a ferocity she couldn’t place. Her
confusion was cleared when the crimson-haired man asked her waspishly to tone
down her late night wanton screaming if she planned on making a habit out of
her visits to the apartment he, Aomine and Kuroko shared.
 
Kagami hadn’t slept a wink of sleep because of her vociferousness, and, really,
the dumbass couldn’t seriously be that good in bed, so knock it off already!
 
By the time Kagami was done ranting whilst shovelling his breakfast in his
mouth, Satsuki’s face colour rivalled the redness of Taiga’s hair.
 
Instead of feeling guilty or repentant for having put her in this predicament,
Daiki was about to suffocate from laughing too hard.
 
;
 
#12: End.
 
When he walks in on her pleasuring herself, even in her lust-ridden state of
mind she’s pretty sure this is the end.
 
The end of their friendship. The end of her capability of looking at him in the
eye. The end of her dignity in his presence. The end of many, many things.
 
She hates herself because even though the situation throws her into the most
trying mental turmoil—how could she be so careless as to get caught by him, of
all people—her loins traitorously burn harder with the desire to be brought to
a climax, willing her fingers to keep moving despite her will.
 
Instead of that encounter being the end of all the things she had believed it
would be, it winds up being the end of something else entirely—largely thanks
to Daiki’s husky whisper in her ear while he leaned over her shoulder from the
seat he’d taken right behind her, asking her in a breathless chuckle if it was
all right if he lent her a hand.
 
It was on that day that her unrequited lustful fancy ended.
 
She knew it did the moment her back arched as she pushed her sex into his hand,
causing her ass to brush against his stirring erection.
 
;
 
#13: Fall.
 
Dai-chan is not a gentleman.
 
In fact, he’s so far from being a gentleman, even to her (his girlfriend), that
most people probably wouldn’t believe her.
 
Dai-chan is the kind of guy who wouldn’t break her fall even if he saw her
tripping.
 
Actually, he’s the kind of guy who would stand and laugh – laugh until there
were tears in his eyes – after she fell on her ass and made a spectacle of
herself.
 
Strangely enough, though, that’s fine with Satsuki. It’s fine with her that
he’s like that, because even after she makes a complete fool of herself and her
face is flushed with humiliation after she has fallen in the middle of the
street, he will give her his hand.
 
He will reach out to her and help her to her feet, not caring the least about
the curious, sometimes mocking, stares of strangers around them.
 
He’ll tug on her arm just a bit too strongly, so instead of upright she will
end up in his embrace.
 
Then he’ll whisper, just loud enough for only her to hear, with his lips on her
ear, that she had given him a great laugh but she ought to watch where she is
going.
 
Dai-chan is not a gentleman by any means.
 
He will never break her fall, but that’s quite all right.
 
There wasn’t a force in existence that could’ve stopped her from falling for
him anyway.
 
;
 
#14: Fire.
 
The first time she kisses him, she warns him that it’s just for practice.
 
She doesn’t want Tetsu-kun to know how clueless she is when it comes to these
things, and she plans to surprise him with how good she is.
 
She asks Daiki to cooperate, because he’s Tetsu-kun’s friend, but mostly
because he owes her at least this much in return for all the times she’s put up
with his selfishness.
 
She asks him because there’s no one else she can ask such a thing.
 
The Touou ace doesn’t look very enthusiastic, but mutely agrees to her wilful
demands.
 
She moves in front of his seated form on the bench, bending slightly to press a
short, quick kiss against his lips. It feels like it’s over before it even
started, but the heat of his breath on her face assures her it did.
 
It’s supposed to be just practice, so she doesn’t understand why she wants to
lean in again afterwards. She doesn’t get why she keeps kissing him with those
naïve, light kisses until her heart is pounding so loudly in her ribcage that
it’s about to pop out of her chest.
 
She can’t fathom what this force is that is drawing her to him, this unique
kind of gravity, pulling her toward him again and again, wiping out every
rational thought from her mind.
 
What she knows for sure is that she has unwittingly reached out to play with a
fire she isn’t supposed to tamper with. She only finds out she has upon
witnessing the burning embers in his eyes as he reaches a hand up to cradle her
face.
 
The fire burning in his gaze torches her senses, along with her reason, as she
parts her lips to allow his tongue in her mouth.
 
;
 
#15: Flexible.
 
When they first start dating and having sex, frankly, he’s a bit worried.
 
Of course he’d be worried. It’s very clear to him which one of them is the one
with the greater libido and, also, he’s a bit unnerved by how he can’t seem to
get enough of her, no matter how many times they do it.
 
Most times, instead of feeling sated, he ends up feeling more and more tempted
to ravage her again.
 
This leads him to feeling insecure at times, wondering if Satsuki will think
less of him if he starts giving in too much to his desires.
 
When she points out to him that he’s being weird and that he needs to tell her
what he wants if there is to be any real communication between them, he
discovers much to his mirth (and pleasure, in more ways than one) that even
though Satsuki doesn’t sport a mind as hormone-driven as his, she is quite
flexible.
 
She’s willing to make a lot of minor compromises just for the sake of making
him happy (which includes a lot of unconventional places for them to express
their feelings for each other).
 
;
 
#16: Flying.
 
She’s heard some girls talk about it, which is how she knows that these
things—obviously—do happen.
 
That there are guys who either don’t care enough or simply can’t get their
girlfriends to reach their climax during sex.
 
It’s a topic completely foreign to Satsuki, though.
 
Even when they were young and inexperienced, Daiki never had trouble making her
come, although it took him some time to experiment with all the various ways he
could accomplish that.
 
Every time his deft fingers, nimble tongue or thick shaft bring her to that
ever-sought peak, he makes her feel like she’s flying, with the way her whole
body tingles and soars with ecstasy.
 
;
 
#17: Food.
 
The first time he tells her he’s going to ‘eat her up’ with a wide, impish
grin, she thinks it’s a figure of speech and giggles cutely.
 
That same evening, when they’re in his room and she’s on her back on his bed,
he starts trailing kisses down her body and before she can object to what’s
going on, she can feel his swift tongue swiping at the most sensitive part of
her.
 
He’s lavishing her with attention—probing, caressing, kissing, sucking—and it’s
not long before her mind is completely blown away.
 
Ever after that, whenever he whispers huskily in her ear that he’s going to
feast on her, or that he can’t wait to have her as dessert, she blushes a deep
crimson colour, recalling that very first experience.
 
Whenever he says something like that to her, her heart infallibly starts
hammering loudly in her chest in eagerness for them to finally get to the part
of their evening when they’re alone together.
 
;
 
#18: Foot.
 
Despite his penchant for roughhousing, Daiki has some adorable and heart-
warming traits, too.
 
For example, every time they are in bed and he lifts her leg to put it over his
shoulder—to get better depth and angle for his thrusts—he never fails to press
a quick kiss to her foot.
 
At first, it’s something she doesn’t even pay much attention to, being caught
in the heat of the moment.
 
But the more often it happens, the more impossible it becomes for her not to
notice his evanescent moment of tenderness while he manoeuvres her limb out of
his way.
 
She always feels a rush of heat to her cheeks at how sexy that makes her feel,
how desired, and how much more she wants him buried deep inside of her with the
way he’s looking at her right then.
 
;
 
#19: Grave.
 
There is no graver predicament for a man (especially if that man is Aomine
Daiki) than getting his groove on, working his lover up as well, having her
panting on her back with her legs spread for him, magenta eyes glazed over with
lust…
 
Only to realize, after reaching into the drawer, that they were out of condoms.
 
Seeing the desire in Satsuki’s eyes get replaced with exasperation as she
points him towards the door, telling him that he is either getting new ones, or
he isn’t getting any from her that night.
 
Ending up wandering the street at two in the morning, with an almost painful
erection, while looking for the closest non-stop shop to restock for the one
thing that is his responsibility to keep an eye on – that is one of the gravest
trials Daiki has had to endure in his entire life.
 
;
 
#20: Green.
 
The first time he touches her boobs they are 12 and still green to the concepts
of sex, passion and the like.
 
He does it because he’s curious what it feels like.
 
It’s kind of disappointing, because she’s twelve and she hasn’t got much to
offer in that department.
 
The next time he touches her boobs they’re 17, and still have some maturing to
do—mentally, physically, sexually—but they have both ripened enough to be
curious about the opposite gender and open to the idea of sexual experimenting
together.
 
Because it’s him, she doesn’t mind the embarrassment of having someone touch
her so intimately. She knows she can trust herself with him, regardless how
green they both are to this sort of activities.
 
(And, she has to admit, she feels a strong sense of accomplishment and that
she’s taken revenge for her twelve-year-old self when he spends so much time
kissing, licking, fondling her ample breasts—now an object of great fascination
to the seventeen-year-old Daiki.)
 
;
 
#21: Head.
 
The first time she lets her mouth venture south, he doesn’t last very long.
 
Any of the subsequent times she does it doesn’t end with him lasting much
longer either.
 
There’s something in the way the warm, moist tightness of her feels when
wrapped around his cock that makes him lose all reason.
 
When she hums around him and the vibrations of the sound flow through every
single sensitive nerve along his length, he can’t stop himself from reaching
his peak too soon.
 
But what gets to him every time—every single time—is the sight she makes when
he allows himself to look down while she does this.
 
The sensual and deeply erotic expression she dons on while she hollows out her
cheeks and allows her head to bob along the length of his cock, sucking,
licking, kissing…!
 
Just the mere sight of her delicious lips wrapped around his erection, his
shaft disappearing into her mouth – it gets to him every time.
 
;
 
#22: Hollow.
 
Occasionally, when he royally pisses her off, or goes way over the line, she
screams and shrieks and curses him until her throat is sore.
 
More often than not, if he still refuses to do as she insists, she threatens
him with the “no sex for a month” thing, ever flawless in knowing how to deal
with him and what exactly she can say that will deal the most damage.
 
The first time she does, he’s honestly a bit scared.
 
He’s quite sure she can go on a lot longer than him without the sex.
 
Around the second week, he starts working out a lot more than usual (to deal
with the pent up frustration, thank you very much for that, Satsuki). He spends
a lot of time walking around half-naked in their apartment, beads of sweat
rolling down the sides of his face and trekking down his body tantalizingly,
outlining his perfectly toned muscles to a bewitched spectator.
 
His way of dealing with the predicament unwittingly makes him much too
compelling for her to be able to keep her hands off of him.
 
He’s relieved to find out then that her threats of that sort are quite hollow.
 
(And, frankly, it’s very reassuring and conscience-soothing for him to know
that he isn’t the only fiend in this relationship. As it turns out, he is just
the more honest lecher out of the two of them).
 
;
 
#23: Honour.
 
Anyone who knew anything about Momoi Satsuki knew for a fact that she was a
very capable, independent woman.
 
She was like that because she liked to take care of the things she had to deal
with on her own.
 
Regardless of the hardships that came with her decisions to bear her burdens
herself.
 
No matter how difficult things got, she always insisted on handling them on her
own. Especially when she made a mess that had to be fixed – she almost never
accepted help for cases like that.
 
She preferred to take a chair and take down the pot from the topmost shelf
rather than ask her boyfriend or any of her other monstrously huge male friends
to do it for her.
 
She preferred to exhaust all the plausible possibilities of why an appliance
refused to work before taking it to a mechanic.
 
The list went on and on.
 
Daiki was so used to her doing everything on her own—even when he could do it
faster and better for her—that he stopped insisting after a while.
 
When she was hopping like a rabbit, trying to reach a book on the topmost shelf
in the library, he only queried in passing if she wanted him to help her with
that. When she was trying to force a jar open (and failing hard at it), he
offered to do it instead only because politeness (and the redness of her face
from the effort she exerted) demanded it.
 
This was the reason why receiving requests from Satsuki was a rare occurrence
in and of itself.
 
It was also why he had vowed to himself that he would never deny her anything
she asked, and even if it was impossible to fulfil, he’d do his best to come as
close to achieving it as humanly possible.
 
Considering that he was the one with a greater sex drive from the two of them,
kinky requests were even rarer. Not to mention several times more urgent and
important by Daiki’s standards.
 
So whenever her kisses started getting hotter, her hands friskier on his body,
her tongue trailing along the column of his neck, she had his full attention.
When she purred out that she required his assistance with getting where she
needed to be, he spared no effort to do his utmost best at bringing her there.
 
Being the one she turned to when she was feeling playful and horny was an
honour he could never take for granted.
 
He made sure she was aware of that by being especially thorough as he brought
her over the edge.
 
;
 
#24: Hope.
 
When they’re in the heat of the moment, she thoroughly enjoys (and makes sure
he knows she does) the attention he lavishes the column of her neck with.
 
She loves the ardent way he kisses her, her neck, the side of her jaw, the
shell of her ear.
 
She loves it because when he does it, it feels like he is worshipping every
single bit of her. It makes her feel adored, cared for, desired.
 
The mornings after their heated escapades, though, she usually finds herself
hoping against hope that none of her co-workers will notice the hickeys she
can’t cover up with some crafty method (like a scarf or turtle-neck).
 
;
 
#25: Light.
 
He’d always been curious what her reaction to alcohol would be, and he
immediately seizes the chance to get her drunk the very same night she turns
twenty.
 
He finds much to his amusement that she’s the biggest lightweight he has seen
in his life, and that booze makes her all pouty, clingy and overall childish
like a kid.
 
His mirth at his finding is immeasurable – high and mighty Satsuki, Ms Adult,
turning into a big baby when she has a few too many. Just priceless!
 
But that’s not even the best part about how her body reacts to alcoholic
influence.
 
His favourite part, by far, is how touchy-feely and needy she gets, her hands
starting wandering his body in provocative ways, taking charge in initiating a
moment of intimacy for once.
 
Her own body having become oversensitive to each and every touch of his thanks
to the alcohol. The drinks she’s had turn her insatiable, wanton, wild.
 
She never understands why he seems to enjoy drinking with her so much when she
obviously can’t hold her liqueur. Still, she never questions him – she doesn’t
need to understand it in order to enjoy it, after all.
 
;
 
#26: Lost.
 
They’re both strong, opinionated and very stubborn people. They always were,
and they always would be. They’d known about those traits about each other from
long before they’d started dating—seeing as how they spent a large amount of
time being simply friends.
 
This led to them having frequent quarrels about anything and everything. All
those arguments ended up with both of them pouting.
 
Yet Daiki finds it somewhat unfair that whenever she wanted to bend him to her
will, all she had to do was start acting just a bit apologetic, kissing his
lips and jaw, letting her nose ghost over the column of his neck while she
rubbed circles in his abdomen and letting her fingers wander under his shirt.
 
It’s all it takes for his wild imagination to take flight—of all the things he
wanted to do with her, to her, before he catches himself and reminds himself
that no, he won’t because he is still mad at her, damn it!
 
But then she starts murmuring apologies she doesn’t mean, pouting cutely as she
looks up at him, placing kisses on his chest and her fingers descending towards
the hem of his pants when he knows this is yet another battle that he will have
lost.
 
He knows a lost cause when he sees one, but the sight and feel of her hand
stroking his length through his clothes is prize enough for his surrender.
 
;
 
#27: Metal.
 
He’d had his reservations with the handcuffs when she first dangled them in
front of his eyes.
 
He’s also not very keen on them the moment she locks them around his wrists and
through the bars of her bedpost.
 
He dislikes with great intensity the fact he can’t reach out and touch her
enthrallingly bouncing boobs as she rides him to ecstasy.
 
Yet he has to admit – there’s a certain thrill to letting her have full control
over his body, to allow her to have her way with him as she pleases.
 
The acute wrist pain he has to deal with after she finally frees him makes his
mind already kick into gear as to when and how he can get her to have a taste
of her own medicine.
 
Because something tells him he’ll like much more the sight of her bound
underneath him, completely at his mercy, flushed, naked and panting, begging
him to give her release, than he enjoyed the feeling of the cold metal digging
into his skin.
 
And that he plans to thoroughly enjoy, when that time comes.
 
;
 
#28: New.
 
She finds it a bit staggering how he can be completely unmotivated in pretty
much every other area in his life, lacking energy to invest in just about
anything, but when it comes to their bedroom activities, he’s always so
surprisingly invested and… innovative.
 
Sometimes the experiments he makes just end up whisking her breath away.
 
(Especially when his latest new trick, whatever it is at the time, ends up
making her feel so right so soon—kudos to the merciful lord who blessed women
with the capability of multiple orgasms.)
 
;
 
#29: Old.
 
It was the oldest trick in the book, seriously.
 
She could understand that in her mind.
 
He was the type of mischievous bastard who would resort to anything as long as
it helped him get his neck out of trouble—where he was prone to stick it in the
first place.
 
She understood that, and the fact he had pissed her off immensely with failing
to do as she’d repeatedly reminded him had made him jump into action now.
 
He was bad at apologizing, so instead he always resorted to other means of
making up for his misdeeds. He was no good at appeasing her anger verbally, so
he always looked for ways to do so otherwise.
 
She understood that, okay?!
 
But there’s no way she can just keep a poker face on when his hands snake
around her waist, pulling her into his gentle embrace while he trails tender,
open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck.
 
There’s no way she can keep her mind stuck on how annoying he is when his hands
are softly working out the tension knots in her shoulders.
 
She has to be made of stone to be able to protest when his palms start rubbing
soothing circles in her shoulder blades and back, running along the length of
her arms, down the perfect curves of her sides and hips.
 
She should be angry with him, but all thoughts of their petty fight flee her
when his breathing is heavy in her earlobe as his tongue flicks out to lick at
the shell of her ear, one of his hands kneading her breast and being the sole
reason she is still capable of standing upright in front of the kitchen counter
while his other hand is under the hem of her panties.
 
It’s the oldest trick in the book to distract her so as to lessen his verdict;
but when his fingers are plunging in and out of her feverishly, his digits
covered with her thick essence, accompanied by the obscene wet sounds of his
ministrations and both their panting for breath, Satsuki really can’t bring
herself to mind how they got to this point.
 
;
 
#30: Peace.
 
Contrary to what people probably believed if they saw how wild he could be on
court, Daiki doesn’t enjoy loudness of any kind.
 
He’s a guy who values his peace above all, his rest even more, and whose sleep
is sacred.
 
For this reason, the fact that Satsuki can be very loud, her voice grating and
nagging, tearing him away from his much sought-after peace did not earn points
in her favour.
 
He hates it when she takes it upon herself to raise the volume of her voice, as
though that will better make him see things the way she did. He always does all
he can to keep her from reaching near-hysteria, because he values his peace and
quiet very much.
 
The absolutely only time he actually enjoys—strives—to make her scream as loud
as she can, is when they are tangled in bed together.
 
That is the only place where he actually puts serious effort into bringing her
voice to that stringent, keening tone that he adores hearing. It’s the only
time when he feels accomplished while she makes his ears ring with her
vociferousness.
 
It’s somewhat curious that someone who values his peace as much as Daiki does
becomes so bent on outdoing himself every time, more and more, just for the
sake of letting his girl react louder and stronger to his ministrations over
her body.
 
But what could he say? Peace came in all shapes and forms, and on rare
occasions, it came with a loud, wanton exclamation of his name.
 
;
 
#31: Poison.
 
To her, his existence starts to become like a toxin.
 
He’s a dangerous poison that somehow got under her skin, started flowing in her
veins through a wound she never noticed having.
 
She never noticed his presence, never thought much of him, until he is all she
can think about.
 
He’s on her mind the entire time—in all his unfairly handsome glory, running,
jumping, walking, breathing. She watches him when he’s at practice, in matches,
and she commits his movements to memory without knowing it.
 
Her mind drinks it all in. Every last detail.
 
And then, when she’s alone, she dreams of him in situations she’s never seen
him in. But her dreams of him are of a Daiki that is so him, so authentic, that
it’s hard to tell if she’s really only making it up.
 
She starts having dreams of him kissing her senseless, pressing her hard
against the mattress of her bed, his rock-solid build pinning her down.
 
She has dreams of how his fingers caress her face and sides gently before
busying themselves with her ample breasts she knows he would love to touch
freely.
 
She dreams of how he’ll relieve her of her panties before he pushes his erect
shaft into her, driving in and out of her roughly, swiftly, mercilessly, until
she’s left breathless, gasping for air and gripping at his shoulders until she
comes undone underneath him.
 
She has those dreams more and more frequently. The more often she sees them,
the less she resists them. At first they come at night, but as his poison is
potent and leads her to fantasizing about those dreams as well.
 
He has no idea how he affects her. He has no clue that he’s her poison,
polluting the sanity of her mind and clarity of her reason, making her body
burn with desire, with need for his attention.
 
He will never know that everything about him has her touching herself at night,
his name tumbling out of her lips in a choked whisper as she brings herself
over the edge.
 
;
 
#32: Pretty.
 
He knows he already has her insanely riled up.
 
She’s moaning loudly as he pounds into her while holding her up against him,
cupping the perfect globes of her ass in his large hands. His mouth is open,
clamping down on her neck, licking, suckling, kissing, as he continues moving
against her relentlessly.
 
When he lets his gaze wander up briefly, his eyes widen, and she feels him
pulse inside her—a sensation that makes her release another throaty moan.
 
Before she can understand what is happening, he is manoeuvring her around, so
that she has her back to him now.
 
He re-enters her quickly, and as her head jolts up from the feeling of him
filling her up again, she gets an eyeful of the sight they make while they’re
tangled so intimately in their reflection of the hotel’s vanity mirror.
 
“Look how pretty you are, all flushed and needy like this, Satsuki—what a bad
girl…” he says in a sultry whisper in her ear, as he continues thrusting into
her without pause.
 
Overwhelmed by the lewdness and eroticism of being able to see her fiancé take
her like this, she realizes that she has never experienced a more intense
orgasm than the one she has then.
 
It makes her wonder if this makes her a weird woman—to get off on watching
their impassioned lovemaking, as though from a third person’s perspective.
 
;
 
#33: Rain.
 
Clouds have the unique ability of sucking all the strength right out of
Satsuki.
 
On days when it’s raining, it’s next to impossible to drag her out of bed
unless she has some really, really urgent business to tend to.
 
She’s lucky that her boyfriend always feels sluggish and tired, and he gladly
seizes any chance he has for being lazy, opting to keep her company in bed
instead of having to deal with tedious chores like cleaning or doing the
laundry on his own.
 
There aren’t enough words in any language to describe accordingly how glad
Satsuki is for her beloved’s lazy streak in these situations, because Daiki’s
warm bare skin underneath her own is the best pillow she can ever have.
 
The sound of his even, rhythmic heartbeat under her ear, mixed with the gentle
pelt of the rain drops against the windowpane, never fails to become the most
irresistible lullaby in the world to her drowsy mind.
 
;
 
#34: Regret.
 
Every day of her second year of high school she regrets bitterly not having
chased off those first year girls fawning over Dai-chan that fateful day.
 
If she had, those blubbering idiots wouldn’t have told him how great he looked
while playing topless. He wouldn’t have started showing off his ridiculously
well sculpted chest every chance he got, and she wouldn’t have become so
painfully aware of him.
 
She wouldn’t have any reason to have her eyes following him closely, drinking
in his perfection, his every movement, every twitch of his toned muscles.
 
When her own fingers stop being enough to satisfy her lingering lust after his
topless practice sessions, she starts considering, a, murdering those morons,
b, saying something incredibly stupid (“Stop stripping, you moron! I can’t
focus on practice because of those abs of yours!”), or, c, doing something even
stupider.
 
Like, for example, pulling him down by his bare neck and kissing him senseless,
making sure to push her tongue in her mouth at some point, just to make sure to
make it a lasting memory for both of them.
 
Torn, dissatisfied and frustrated as hell, she decides to settle for whichever
option came first, really.
 
;
 
#35: Roses.
 
Her female co-workers talk animatedly about their relationships, and about all
the romantic things their significant others do for them.
 
She listens and gives an impressed hum every now and then, blinking her
beautiful magenta eyes back at them.
 
And when they ask her if she’s ever experienced something like that, she
doesn’t hesitate the least to shake her head in a truthful denial.
 
Her co-workers never fail to be surprised by the fact she has stayed for over
ten years in a relationship that hasn’t the slightest bit of romanticism
involved.
 
Their claims get Satsuki thinking, sometimes. Sure, Dai-chan isn’t a guy for
roses, red wine and singing praises in her name. He doesn’t sing for her, and
he doesn’t write poems glorifying her features or their relationship.
 
But that doesn’t really matter to her in the least.
 
It doesn’t because all those romantic fools who don’t really understand what
love is about come and go from her co-workers’ lives, while she continues being
together with Dai-chan. She sees those girls disappointed from shallow loves
and dishonest romantics.
 
She supposes that yes, to other people, her relationship probably seems
completely devoid of fairy tale-like romance.
 
It’s probably true, too, since the most romantic thing Daiki will allow is
spooning against her bare back, his naked profile melding perfectly into the
curves of her body as he fell asleep with his breath fanning against her neck.
 
But to Satsuki, roses, poems and words of devotion are not what she needs.
 
All she needs is to continue cuddling with the same person, night after night,
sharing his bed, his heart and his life, roses, serenades and fairy tale
romance falling short of the importance of feeling his warm presence pressing
into her back as she drifts off to blissful sleep.
 
;
 
#36: Secret.
 
There are some women, Satsuki knows, who don’t feel secure unless they get
verbal confirmation for their lover’s feelings.
 
And, to some degree, she can understand why it’s so wonderful to get to hear
those words from the most beloved lips in the world – she really does.
 
At the same time, she doesn’t mind at all the fact she will probably never hear
Daiki utter any words of devotion like that to her.
 
She knows he’s no good at dealing with complex things, complex feelings even
more so. Putting all those experiences into words is practically impossible for
him, so she doesn’t expect it. She doesn’t lament it.
 
It’s okay that he’ll never tell her he loves her, because the way he feels
about her is his most ill-kept secret.
 
She doesn’t need him saying it in order to feelit.
 
She feels it in every caress he gives to her. She feels it in every kiss the
rains on her form as he undresses her, as he pleasures her until her throat is
hoarse.
 
She can feel it in every movement of his body against hers, every single stroke
and every touch.
 
She feels it in the entirety of his pulsing heat, as he fills her to the brim.
 
He handles her as though she is something impossibly precious and fragile, and
when he devotes himself to making her feel good, it’s like he’s worshipping an
earthly goddess.
 
It’s okay that he never voices aloud that he loves her. It’s no secret.
 
Not when his lips, tongue, fingers and whole being scream it to her.
 
;
 
#37: Snakes.
 
She complains a lot about boys and how stupid they can be sometimes.
 
But for all their idiocy, boys are at least honest and/or transparent with
their intentions or the way they act.
 
Girls, on the other hand, are a lot like snakes: they slither around you, they
go hissing their gossip about you behind your back, and they hope to turn
others on you with their poisonous blather.
 
Satsuki doesn’t really care what the jealous snakes think or say about her or
Dai-chan, but she is endlessly amused by the looks on their faces when she rubs
them into how great her relationship with the ace truly is.
 
She flaunts how little she minds others guessing at things that are none of
their business, and how she’s always ready to shed some light on how things
really are, instead of keeping them guessing all the time.
 
She boasts immodestly that yes, he does appreciate (rather loudly sometimes,
too) the special services she sometimes rewards him with after practice, and
yes, although the size of her chest is a bit burdensome on her shoulders, she
puts up with it without a peep.
 
She puts up with it, because her man is a breast man so you won’t believe the
kind of stuff he’s into doing to and with her boobs, or how divine those things
feelwhen he does them.
 
She is laughing internally when she gets to: “Aw, how kind of you to fret about
it, but there’s really no need to – Dai-chan always makes sure I enjoy our time
together just as much as he does, so there’s no need to worry about whether he
manages to get me off or not, thank you very much. Basketball is not the only
area where he’s exceptionally talented, fear not.”
 
Girls are a lot like snakes, Satsuki believes.
 
Especially in the way they slither away, hissing amongst each other, after she
shows them who’s boss.
 
;
 
#38: Snow.
 
The only kinds of snow Satsuki likes are the snow in pictures and the snow she
can see from the sanctuary of her window when she has nowhere she needs to go
while it’s falling outside.
 
Sure, it makes things seem fairy tale-like, it’s pretty and easy on the eyes.
 
But it’s also cold, wet and downright unpleasant to plough your way through
when it has piled up in ridiculously huge amounts in front of your door and
buried your car.
 
Daiki, on the other hand, isn’t only entirely unbothered by the white menace,
but he also enjoys immensely goofing around in it. Always had, as a matter of
fact.
 
Snowball fights, making snowmen, angels in the snow—you name it, he adores it.
With an almost child-like passion, too. As long as it had anything to do with
messing around in the snow, he’s all in.
 
She doesn’t understand where he gets all that fervour and she dissuades it.
 
But every now and then his enthusiasm will become extremely contagious, and she
will end up spending half an hour or so frolicking in the white fluffiness with
him.
 
She always feels sorry later, because regardless how much fun she finds it
while they’re out playing together, her frozen extremities are anything but
fun.
 
Her fingers are so numb she can’t move them. Her thighs are so cold they’re
like ice. Her feet are so frozen she doesn’t feel them like her own anymore.
Her face hurts from the biting cold. Her nose is practically an ice cube
sitting atop her face.
 
She’s so susceptible to the negative temperatures it’s kind of ridiculous.
 
With time, though, she learnt how she could be okay despite the cold, and
despite her temporary insanities, humouring Daiki’s love for the snow.
 
It’s okay, because she’ll white and gripe about it, until he feels bad.
 
She’ll complain until he takes it upon himself, once they’re in the comfort of
their home, to warm her up.
 
He’ll cradle her face gently, his warm palms atop her frozen cheeks
transferring heat to her body.
 
He’ll rain little kisses all over her forehead, her chin, her cheeks and nose,
until they stop feeling like someone else’s, the tingling sensation his
ministrations send down her spine being very much her own.
 
He’ll rub circles into her feet, until it gets the blood running into her
extremities again.
 
He’ll caress his way up to her calves, and then her thighs, slightly alarmed at
how cold her flesh there feels, prompting him to be even more thorough with the
way he kneads his way up her legs.
 
By the time he redeems himself for turning her into an icicle outside, he’s
already raised her body’s temperature so high she feels like she might just
melt like snow from the way her loins and body burn with aching need for him.
 
;
 
#39: Solid.
 
The first time she touches him when he is aroused, she’s taken aback by how
solid he feels in her hand.
 
Even though his skin is so smooth and soft and hot there, he’s so hard she can
almost swear that there’s no way for that to be made possible by simple flesh
and blood.
 
“All credit goes to you for me being like this right now, so you should take
pride in knowing that,” he says with a wolfish grin, leaning in to whisper in
the shell of her ear.
 
His commentary makes it impossible for Satsuki to keep the heat from spreading
across her cheeks. There is another wave of warmth, though, much more dangerous
and tantalizing, and it floods the pit of her stomach, some of it spilling a
little into the fabric of her panties.
 
She can’t wait to see what else there is about his body that she has never
known before.
 
;
 
#40: Spring.
 
He’s probably one of the biggest perverts around for thinking this way, but
Daiki has a thing for screwing his girlfriend six ways to next Sunday on her
bed.
 
There’s just something about the creaking of the springs underneath their
constantly shifting bodies, and how the sound mixes with her low moans, breathy
pants and strangled gasping versions of his name that is better than music to
his ears.
 
It’s a symphony that gets him going even more, and he thrusts harder and faster
into her, causing the creaking of the springs of her bed to escalate, eager to
hear more of the sweet obscenity of their frenzied lovemaking.
 
;
 
#41: Stable.
 
As mentally unhinged as he may seem to onlookers when he’s in the heat of the
moment on the court, Daiki is actually the stable one in their relationship.
 
Just like any girl, Satsuki is very emotional – to the point that she’s
sometimes a wreck, and whenever she is, he’s the one she goes to cling on to.
 
She cries on his shoulder and whines to him until she feels better. He’s always
so calm, his stability so unshakeable, that she can’t help but feel reassured
whenever he holds her to him. It calms her down, and reaffirms that everything
would be okay.
 
Dai-chan is the stable one in their relationship, so whenever he comes to her,
all shaky limbs, wavering voice and way too liberated hands over her body, she
never resists him.
 
Maybe some would say that his moment of emotional turmoil doesn’t warrant sex
as a solution, and perhaps they would be right for themselves.
 
But whenever Daiki needs comfort, she offers it to him in the best way he knows
to seek it.
 
Because if anything was enough to shake him this much, there’s no way she can
turn him away.
 
;
 
#42: Strange.
 
Being a figure of authority is very important when one grows up surrounded by
boys while being a girl.
 
Becoming such a figure somewhat centres on being on top of the situation, no
matter what said situation might entail.
 
Keeping one’s cool at all times is crucial to this end.
 
Thus, Satsuki has grown up being a person very much aware of herself, and her
surroundings. She always makes it a point of hers to be poised, cool and not to
betray too much emotion on her face if something catches her off-guard, or
scares her, or worries her.
 
It becomes second nature to her.
 
So, of course, whenever it becomes impossible for her to keep her voice from
shaking, or cracking, she notices. She notices and feels embarrassed, because
she has allowed a lapse like that in the first place.
 
But whenever her lapses involve him, there’s no way for her to contain the
situation before it spins out of control.
 
Because whenever his ministrations over her body make her voice crack, or
waver, it only serves to fuel him to try further, harder, to make her poker
face evaporate.
 
She believes the way her voice sounds when his fingers enter her sounds
strange. The way she gasps loudly when he sucks hard on the sensitive flesh on
her neck is embarrassing. And the way her voice shakes, along with her entire
body, when he rams himself into her is beyond description.
 
She thinks he makes her sound strange. It’s odd, and new, and embarrassing.
 
Yet she doesn’t entirely mind not having full control over the situation for
once, when he makes her come undone with a stringent, loud moan, with a voice
that is much like her own.
 
;
 
#43: Summer.
 
Summer means heat.
 
Heat means disgusting stickiness—a constant feeling of it—and when she feels
that way, she really prefers not to let herself be easily cajoled in bed and
any kind of shows of intimacy.
 
Being too touchy-feely in this kind of weather can make for some gross
experiences, she steadfastly believes.
 
Daiki, however, keeps insisting that he actually enjoys very much the salty
taste of her skin as he licks and kisses his way from her collarbones up the
column of her neck. He claims he savours the dampness of her hair as he nuzzles
his nose against her temple while he discreetly nudges her legs apart. He tells
her he finds arousing the scent of her body, pressing his growing erection
against her inner thigh as if to prove his point.
 
She wishes she could stand her ground better, because she feels dirty and
repulsive, and she doesn’t want to soil him, too.
 
But when he starts making use of his deft hands on her body, she knows the
battle is already lost even before she surrenders herself to his will with a
needy, breathless sigh.
 
;
 
#44: Taboo.
 
When one spends a long enough time with a person, they come to learn which
topics are taboo in the presence of said person.
 
For Daiki and Satsuki, the other’s presence in their life is pretty much a
given, something they start taking for granted after a while.
 
As such, Satsuki knows perfectly well which things are absolute taboo for her
to say, or fling in his face. But in her anger, sometimes, she forgoes this,
and does it regardless of being aware how bad an idea it is.
 
Daiki’s reaction is instant, always volatile. Their fights, whenever she says
something she knows she really shouldn’t, are the most violent, and the most
difficult to apologize for her.
 
It’s hard to convince him to forgive her, and every time she mentions a taboo
in his presence, she feels repentant afterwards.
 
She knows that she’s lucky he finds it in himself, despite all his high-and-
mightiness, his high-handedness and arrogance, to forgive her, regardless how
many times she loses her temper on him, saying things just to punish him.
 
Because that’s really what it is—her verbal lash outs like that against him are
her cruel form of punishing him when he does something she particularly
disagrees with.
 
Yet he loves her—she knows this—and he always forgives her.
 
That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t take it upon himself to punish her in turn
afterwards.
 
When they’re in bed together after one of these fights, making up for all
that’s been said and done, Daiki is especially rough with her, especially
merciless.
 
He works her up to a certain high, only to leave her hanging there, his eyes
cruel and cold as he looks down at her from his position atop of her.
 
He teases her until her complaints get physical, clawing on his back in an urge
to just do it already. When he does eventually enter her, his thrust is sudden
and brisk. He gives her no time to catch her breath after he’s knocked the wind
out of her, his movements sharp, deep and rough. He goes at his own pace,
ignoring her pleas for change or tampering, no matter how she whines or mewls,
begging him to do this or that.
 
He doesn’t hurt her, but he makes sure that his ministrations will leave marks
on her porcelain skin in the morning. He doesn’t outright punish her, but the
way he slams against her is much more brutal, much more unconcerned with her
pleasure than his own.
 
It’s probably odd, and she should probably feel repentant for making him feel
and act like this, but instead these moments make her tingle with a different
kind of passion, a peculiar shiver running down her spine whenever that
merciless look steals across Daiki’s face.
 
She should probably be alarmed at the possibility of a rather unsettling fetish
of hers, but there is something about the way he chooses to punish her whenever
she’s done him wrong that arouses Satsuki in a way nothing else ever does.
 
;
 
#45: Ugly.
 
What few people probably realize is that even after they get together and move
in with each other, that doesn’t mean that their life together is all sunshine
and butterflies.
 
They still get in arguments, and they still fight, just like any other couple.
And sometimes, just sometimes, their fights get especially vicious.
 
When an argument gets really ugly and out of control, they are both stubborn
and refusing to back down. They’re still young and pig-headed, their blood
still boiling in their veins, still a bit too bent on standing their ground
when it comes to it.
 
During those ugly fights where they both end up storming off in opposite
directions, fuming, seething, cursing, Satsuki gets scared once she’s on her
own for more than several minutes.
 
She’s scared because she knows Daiki best, and she’s afraid during every one of
their vicious fights that at the end of it, he’ll come to her and tell her he’s
tired of this, tired of her, too, and that he doesn’t want to put up with their
relationship anymore. He’ll tell her he doesn’t feel like putting up with her
and all her nonsense, because all it does is throw him off.
 
So every time he comes back to her, still pouting and not entirely at peace,
but knowing better than to keep antagonizing her (doing the mature thing for
once and standing down) Satsuki always clings to his frame like her life
depends on it.
 
She kisses him senseless, yearning, adoring, scared that should she let go he
will slip between her fingers.
 
He accepts her caresses generously, believing them to be her way to apology for
having reacted the way she has earlier, forgiving her in a heartbeat.
 
What she doesn’t realize is that despite how ugly their arguments get, and how
great the make-up sex is afterwards, Daiki will never tire of her, of them,
because he can’t live without her – just the same as she can’t without him.
 
;
 
#46: War.
 
Whenever they get into a semi-conscious tug-of-war over who gets a larger part
of the covers (it’s a mistake having one comforter for both of them to begin
with, but Daiki folds when she gives him that puppy dog eyed look he’s
powerless against), Daiki and Satsuki more often than not end up wrestling over
ownership of the cover.
 
The longer the competition stretches, the more heated they become. The more
time they fight each other over it, the more the entire deal escalates.
 
What has started out as an innocent enough tug-of-war ends up as a fight for
dominance over the other, pushing, pulling, grinding into one another.
 
Usually, after such episodes, the covers they start out fighting for spend the
rest of the night kicked off at their feet as the two become a lot more
preoccupied with each other, touching, tugging, kissing, sucking and biting.
 
;
 
#47: Water.
 
Water, Daiki believes, has a very cunning effect on his girlfriend’s body.
 
It makes her regally pale skin glisten tastefully in a mesmerizing fashion that
makes him want to run his tongue all over her entire body.
 
It makes her beautiful hair clump together and cling to her pretty face,
framing her features in a way that makes him want to hold on to her and never
let go.
 
But, worst of all, when it’s soaking her clothes or bathing suit, it makes the
fabric cling to her curves in a way that makes fighting down a raging erection
very difficult (even for a man with self-control as impressive as his),
rendering a beach trip together next to impossible—and that’s really such a
shame.
 
;
 
#48: Welcome.
 
Daiki’s job is the kind that doesn’t have him absent from home too often.
 
But every now and then, there will be some meeting, or some training that needs
to be done, and he will have to go away for a couple of days or more.
 
Now, he’s no child, so of course he’s perfectly fine in the time he’s away,
even if he’s on his own.
 
Satsuki has had her doubts in the years they’ve been together that he’s
actually capable of taking care of himself without her, but the truth is he can
do it if he wants to.
 
He just usually doesn’t want to.
 
Regardless of the reasons for his absence, and the length of its duration, it
always takes Daiki a while to feel back home once he returns.
 
He appreciates the way Satsuki welcomes him back at the door with a bright
smile, and the kiss she places upon his lips. He buries his face in her
beautiful hair when he embraces her at the threshold, taking in deep whiffs of
what home feels like again.
 
He showers and changes into his comfortable, stay-at-home clothes, and some of
the tension siphons out of him.
 
They eat together, watch some TV, make some senseless conversation about how
his trip has been, joking around about how much they missed each other. And
with just that, his night is already a lot better than the ones he’s spent
away.
 
But it’s only after he’s safely tucked under the covers with her, tongue and
lips roaming the perfect curves of her body, hands wandering and breath short
with enthrallment, that he finally feels like things are falling back into
their rightful places.
 
Home will always be home, and it will always be the best place for Daiki to be.
 
But it’s only after he pushes with a sharp thrust into her core, burying
himself to the hilt in her familiar, wonderful warmth that Daiki truly feels
like he’s back home.
 
It’s only when her inner walls are clamping down on him in that torturously
sweet way that pushes him over the edge and into an ocean of bliss that he
truly feels welcomed back.
 
;
 
#49: Winter.
 
Winter is the one season Satsuki feels the more conflicted about.
 
All throughout her younger years, she’s gone from loving it, through hating it,
to abhorring it thoroughly.
 
She doesn’t remember much about the times when she used to love it, but she
poignantly remembers how she came to hate it. It’s cold, wet, glum and
altogether unpleasant.
 
However, the older she gets, the more she starts thinking that, although it’s
unpleasant as a season outside, it makes for a great excuse to keep staying in
bed, or demanding that Daiki do something to warm her up.
 
Whenever she starts wriggling her way closer to him under the comforter,
letting her hands have free reign over his flawless body, if he even thinks of
complaining about her forwardness (he rarely ever does, but it happens, with
how frisky she gets in winter, regardless of what he’s up to in the meantime)
she always has the excuse of feeling cold, or depressed because of the cold,
and won’t you just cooperate already, Dai-chan?
 
She’s gone through many different phases when it comes to her feelings for
winter, but by the time she’s an adolescent, Satsuki finds that maybe it’s not
all that bad, if it gives her reason to stay in bed longer, huddled up in the
all-encompassing warmth of her boyfriend’s embrace.
 
;
 
#50: Wood.
 
There are many reasons why Daiki loves his girlfriend.
 
There are so many, in fact, that it would be impossible for him to cite every
single one of them, even if he wanted to.
 
Still, one of the best things about sharing an apartment—and, respectively, a
bed—with her, came with the fact that he never again needed to fret even if he
had an especially severe case of morning wood.
 
Regardless of how mismatched their drives were every now and then, he could
always count on her lending him a helping hand in his dire times of need.
End Notes
     I feel ridiculously proud of myself for finally completing this
     thing. o.o Probably because I started writing it at the same time as
     “Wayward Emotions”, lol. Anyway, I hope it made for an enjoyable
     read. :3 Feedback, kudos, comments always incredibly appreciated and
     fueling!
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