Koetsuji-chan

Chapter VII

     Practice was hard and intense that day, and Fujiwara was happy she didn't have to be a part of it. Instead, she sat back and watched. Of course, her eyes were focused right on Camus the entire time. Mainly, those hips of his. The way they swayed, carried his athletic body around the practice room. Oh it was such a beautiful, heavenly sight. She could feel her throat clench, begging to be quenched of it's growing thirst. After all, she was a woman with needs.

     Standing backstage, Fujiwara patiently awaited for the second group, QUARTET NIGHT, to make their way. STARISH was on stage, performing their usual melodies. That's when she looked up, seeing Camus dressed in a black and icy blue outfit with chain. She blinked twice, obviously visibly intrigued by the sight before her. She couldn't take her gaze off of the man. "Well.. hot damn." Fujiwara had greeted, Camus standing proudly before her. "You don't need to say anything. I see that look in your eyes..." Said the man. They were alone for a moment. He leaned in, grasping the girl's chin. Fujiwara gazed into his eyes, her own filled with curiosity. "Meet me in my dressing room after the performance is finished. I'll be sure to-" He was cut off. Kotobuki was behind him. "You really have to play kissy face?? Cmon! You'll have time for that later." Cock blocked. Fujiwara's face was beet red, Camus's filled with annoyance. 

     "I won't forget it. My eyes will be on you." Said Fujiwara, sparking a grin from Camus. He said nothing else as the other two members filed in, wearing similar outfits with their respective colors. "Do your best." She said to the four of them, bringing an enthusiastic smile from Reiji, a sneer from Ranmaru, a lustful gaze from Camus, and a mere nod from Ai. She gave them all a thumbs up, watching them head out on stage to get in their positions. And, oh boy she was impressed throughout the entire show. The mixture of harmonies and melodies tickled her ears. Though, her eyes were focused on one man entirely. Camus. The sway of his hips, the melodic tune to his voice, it was enough just there to cause her breath to hitch in her throat. She swallowed thickly, hearing his solo in one of their songs. She heard the passion, the love within his voice. It was all too enjoyable.

     The concert lasted a good while, a smile upon her face. Though, what Camus had said earlier lingered within Fujiwara's mind. She was lost in thought the entire time, and didn't even realize that her beloved stood right beside her. "Spacing out on me.. are you?" Asked the man, quickly rousing the girl from her stupor. She looked up, blinking twice. "Ah, sorry about that. I was just thinking." Said Fujiwara. Camus lifted his left eyebrow. "About?" He had asked. Fujiwara's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she glanced to the side. "Things that should be discussed in private." Said the woman. Camus began to get the gist. He had chuckled, motioning simply with his right hand. Fujiwara obeyed and followed the man. 

     Fujiwara had followed him right to his dressing room. It was a cozy looking place, the lights dim. A couch sat against the wall, a coffee table before the couch. A large, body sized mirror sit on the wall to the left of the table. Though, the air was already tensing. Fujiwara knew what was about to occur. She closed the door behind her as she watched Camus walk past, taking his seat upon the couch. Camus sat here, his legs spread. His right arm lay on the back of the couch, his left reaching up. He made a simple motion, silently beckoning Fujiwara to approach. Soon flicking the lock on the door, she walked her way up to Camus. Without a second word, she sat herself down right in his lap. Of course, straddling. 

     "Good girl." Said the man before her. Meanwhile, steam was almost pouring from Fujiwara's ears. Was this her first? Obviously not, but, it was her first with Camus. Not to mention, they weren't home. She knew she'd have to remain quiet. Camus's right arm arose from the couch and snaked it's way around Fujiwara's waist. Her breath hitched in her throat as she could feel his force pulling her closer to his body. She sat there, her chest pressing against his. Their faces were only a few inches away from one another, that was until Fujiwara closed the distance. She leaned in, her lips soon making contact with his. Camus didn't pull away, but in fact pushed himself into said kiss. Though, this one was different than any other they've shared before. It was deeper, more passionate. Fujiwara could feel her tongue yearn for such a sinful dance, upon which Camus granted.