Imperfect match // Daiki Aomine (Kuroko no Basuke)

33. The tension she caused

Even though she loves being close to him, she feels hot both from the weather and the intense earlier game and she lets go of him.

He tries to reach for her but she jogs to the bench, finds a bottle of cold water and, after a couple of sips, she pours it all on her head, desperate to cool down.

Focused on her own well-being, she has not realised that the view the others are getting is insanely attractive: water drops running along the pale skin of her chin, down her neck and collarbones, passing between her breasts covered by her sexy bikini bra, down her toned stomach, absorbed by the top seam of her tight shorts, the water, glistening in the sun, making it dreamy.

"Dude. You're so lucky." Akashi says to Aomine as they both stare.

It might have helped her to cool down her horniness, but it certainly had the opposite effect on Aomine and his friends who, as he notices, are also staring dreamingly like a hoard of frustrated wolves.

Grabbing a towel quickly, he throws it over her head and wipes her hair, shielding her from the unwanted looks.

"Wait! What are you doing?" She says fighting off.

"You really have no idea of what you're doing?" He scoffs.

"What am I doing?" She retorts confused.

"You know the Diet Coke adverts with the hot guy and the sweat and...anyway, change the gender."

"That's hot."

"Yeah."

"Haha! Sorry. I didn't realise. I was trying to cool down."

"I guessed that. Feeling better?" He asks, letting her head come out, standing close now.

"I do yes." She says smiling looking up at him, feeling his hands softly rubbing the side of her hair and cheek through the soft towel, touched by the tenderness in his eyes.

"Good for you." He says, swallowing with difficulty, getting flustered by her cuteness and charm, her doe eyes staring at him, her sweet smile and that cheekiness that she can't hide.

"What?" She asks noticing his prolonged silence.

"I wanna kiss you." He dares saying.

"Oh." She thinks for a second. "I guess you can. It would make sense in this situation that you'd kiss your girlfriend."

Sliding her arms around his neck, she reaches up and finds his lips, his perfectly soft and sweet lips.

His arms now wrapped around her wet waist, he lifts her lightly to kiss her in a snug embrace. There is nothing sexual about that kiss. If feels more like a 'God, I'm so lucky to have you in my life' kinda kiss.

He makes her feel so good. Not just desired. Wanted. Special. Cared for. She feels like he's proud to be with her. She's not used to this. So much warmth. She's used to releasing her frustrations and have fun in the intimacy of a room but nothing in public, not on display. This is new, but not unpleasant.

Locked in her arms, her fingers stroking the back of his neck, he wants to stay there giving her the attention he feels she deserves at the same time as making her addicted to him.

"Okay, get a room!" Midorima says with a jealous tone.

They smile in their kiss before pecking each other.

"Sorry!" She says bowing excessively, as a joke, after letting Aomine go. She's not sorry. Not one bit.

Smiling back at him with a complicit look in her eyes, she joins Momoi in her packing.