The Bet 》A Shinichiro Sano Story

He Knows

"You want me to do, what?" Saiko asked amusingly.

The couple sat on the couch in the office of the bike shop. Shinichiro wanted to spend the afternoon with Saiko before she leaves to meet Yuri for dinner. It wasn't a romantic dinner or anything. After finding out about Akira, Saiko called Yuri - since he's the reason why Akira got the job in the first place. While Saiko and Shinichiro were watching their movie and making out, Shinichiro asked Saiko to do him a teenie little favor.

Shinichiro turned his head as his face flushed in embarrassment, and probably humiliation if she said no and laugh at him. "I want you to...call me baby whenever we..." he tried to repeat himself.

"Have sex?" Saiko finished with a teasing grin.

Now his face was entirely red. Shinichiro covered his mouth as he nodded, "Y - Yeah."

Saiko moved from her place next to Shinichiro and straddled him. She leaned down and began peppering his neck with kisses. "Is that what you want, baby?"

Shinichiro froze when he felt Saiko's lips graze part of his neck before biting it. That small shutter soon turn into a yelp when she bit harder. "Ow!" Saiko pulled away from Shinichiro as he held his neck in shock. "You just bit me!"

"Did I?" Saiko feign innocence. "I don't think I did."

Shinichiro raised his brow as his hands began trailing up her sides. "Oh, really? Then I didn't do this."

Saiko yelped when Shinichiro began wiggling his fingers and tickled her. Shinichiro chuckled while Saiko was losing breath from laughing so much.

"Shin. Shin!" she gasped. "You know I hate being tickled!" He ignored her as he moved so she was pinned beneath him. He loved hearing her laugh more than anything, as long as it was not directed toward him. "Wait, Shinichiro. Stop, I think I'm gonna piss myself."

"I'm not believing that again," he said with a smirk as she tried to move away until...

Pfft.

The couple froze as a small toot came out of Saiko. Her face flushed in embarrassment as she covered her face, Shinichiro laughing at the situation.

"Oh, my god. I can't believe I did that," Saiko mumbled, trying to regain her breath. Shinichiro held his stomach as he laughed harder. "IT'S NOT FUNNY!" She looked to the side with her lips pouted. "It's your fault anyway. I told you to stop."

"I didn't think you'd fart," he said as he got off. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up to sit. "Besides, I think this is good."

"You don't have a farting kink, do you?"

"Oh, no, I'm not that gross. I'm saying this is good for us. It just means we're getting more comfortable around each other." Saiko gave him a confused look. "Think about it. First date, you would be on your best behavior and order something small like...salad. Fourth or fifth date, you order...steak."

"What if they order the steak on the first date?"

"Hmm, you have a point. Ok, how about this? You invite me to your house and I have to take a shit really bad."

Saiko leaned against the couch as she covered her eyes. "Oh, god," she chuckled.

"No, no, I'm serious here. I have to take a bad shit but I don't want to destroy your bathroom so I would hold it until I get home. It keeps happening until I can't take it anymore, one night, and just go ballistic and blame it on Haru."

"Wait..." Her eyes widened as she pointed an accusing finger at him. "Is that why the bathroom smelled like that the last time you slept over?!"

"Maybe?"