Imperfect match // Daiki Aomine (Kuroko no Basuke)

[18+] 46. I missed you so much

The sun is down, the early night fresh as they stroll back to their place alongside each other.

His hands are in his jacket pockets while hers are swinging along her body. She is suddenly aware of her hands and, for some obscure reason, doesn't know what to do with them anymore.

"Aren't we supposed to hold hands?" She asks, still trying to work out how to be with him, getting used to the concept of being an item.

"We're not supposed to do anything. We can just do what we want. Do you want me to hold your hand?"

She thinks for a second about how they will look to others. Does it matter? No. No it doesn't.

"Yes."

Taking her soft hand in his, he feels not only satisfied but also proud to claim such gorgeous woman as his girlfriend and rubs her knuckles with his thumb.

Feeling comfortable with such public display, she holds onto his arm and feels giddy but sighs.

"What's wrong?" He asks, curious.

"My cheeks hurt from all that smiling."

"Haha! Am I guilty?"

"Yes you are."

"If you'd rather stop smiling, I can help with that." He says before pulling her under the porch of a nearby building, next to the front door, and pushing her gently against the wall.

Surprised by his action, she's filled with excitement and anticipation, no longer smiling.

Brushing her hair, he admires her features hiding in the darkness, yet slightly showing because of the street light.

"You're so beautiful." He says seriously, completely under her spell.

"Kiss me." She demands.

As if there was nothing to think about, he closes the gap between them and snogs her, his leg pressing between hers, throwing such a delicious sensation through her body that she craves for more, her body instinctively rubbing on his thigh.

It takes no time for her to feel aroused by him, his body, his aura, his voice, his...

Her lustful state is heightened by the memory of their earlier moment unfortunately interrupted by the fire alarm.

She wants him. Now. No! Not in the street.

Stopping their kiss to his surprise, she pushes him off and after grabbing his hand, she pulls him in the direction of their apartment, still a block away.

He knows why she's rushing and is thrilled and amused by this feeling.

Their brisk walk becomes a light jog and she is glad that she decided to opt for sandals rather than heels.

He enters the code quickly and they climb on the elevator impatiently anticipating being in their home, keen to be alone.

When the lift doors close, to their pleasure with no other occupants, they can't contain themselves and crash into each other, his hands grabbing her ass while she pulls on his hair to expose his neck and devour him.

"Oh baby. I want you so bad." He whines.

TING!

Painfully pulling away from each other, in case someone is waiting behind the door, she rearranges her skirt, while he does the same with his hair.

No one is there and she rushes down the corridor to their door, typing the code as he grabs her from behind, making her squeal.

The door opened, they walk in and she drops her hand bag to the floor, while he cups her face, kissing her roughly.