One-shots that I have written about various J-Rockers, that I decided to put together in one place. This is Volume II as Volume I was submitted to the Watty Awards 2021 and had to be marked 'Complete' before submission. So here is it's continuation...
A.N: Hello my little doves! Here I am again and this time we're showing Koichi some love in this one. Mature themes and language. Mature scenes marked as normal. This is a songfic set to Zolita's song Bedspell.
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'Days roll into nights and nights roll into days. When you touch me like that, I can't get away. I'm so present in your presence. I try to leave, but you're undressing.'
Larissa watched as her pink and black haired companion climbed out of her bed and began to dress himself once more. His second attempt admittedly, as the first hadn't succeeded. That was because she had decided she hadn't had enough of him yet and he had been kind enough to oblige her.
She regarded his pale back, now crisscrossed with reddened scratches, for a moment longer before looking away again. Her nails had done that to him, as they'd taken care of each other's needs. Like they had done for the past three months.
They weren't together. Neither of them were interested in any kind of permanence with one another. Because that, after all, would defeat the purpose of a no strings attached sexual relationship. They were friends, well, of a sort anyway.
They had met four months ago at an underground nightclub. Both had gone alone and wound up whiling the night away together. Then the following week, they'd met and done it again. And so they continued week by week. But by the first week of the second month of knowing one another, he had taken her home with him. Thus the beginning of their sexual escapades had bloomed.
It was perfectly fine for them both. They met frequently to sleep together and chat vaguely with each other. But beyond that, there was nothing else. Not for him and not for her. It was relaxed companionship that just happened to include their bedrooms. They also didn't really talk to one another, outside of their hook-ups. They had actual friends for that, so they didn't need nor want any deeper kind of communication between them. If it wasn't asking to hook up, telling each other their personal preferences when it came to sex, or to discuss what they wanted to do during their encounters? Then they didn't speak.
She came out of her thoughts when his deep, but quiet voice reached her ears.
"Larissa? We need to talk about something before I leave."
She didn't look at him right away as she mouthed the word 'fuck' and felt her eyes roll. This wasn't what they did. They didn't talk beyond their dalliances. Why change it now? She thought in annoyance.
But figuring he may have something important to tell her, she looked at him and found him standing facing her. His long hair was tied back now and he was fully dressed again. His tight black jeans rode low on his hips. Not that she could actually tell, because of the loose fitting, pink and white t-shirt that dropped past said hips. His arms were crossed under his chest, his long, black coat draped over one of his forearms.
"Ok…and what do we need to talk about Koichi?" She asked warily. She shifted in her bed, holding her sheets around her bare chest, so that they wouldn't drop as she sat up to look at him properly.
