Desire

Part 21 - hands on

**NOTE** This chapter DOES contain smut

WC: 2158

Summary: You and Tamaki go on a date. At a bar. And Nejire shows up. 

Includes: public smut/plot?

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It never fails to amaze you how easily Tamaki gets flustered. Even now, as you watch him, you can't believe you managed to get him out here tonight, in public, looking this irresistibly vulnerable. He's wearing jeans again. Hot. And he's blushing. Cute.

He orders a sidecar; you order a whiskey. You tease him a bit about his drink but he only smiles, sliding the glass towards you. "Try it," he urges, his fingertips brushing yours ever so slightly. You sip, the warmth spreading as you admit, "It's good".

He flirts with you when he gets tipsy, letting your thighs touch, and you soak it all in. The darkened room, the music, the constant hum of chatter; it's nice.

"I like your shirt", he murmurs, sipping his second drink. You glance down at the red top— a tight fit with a square neckline on the verge of being too exposing.

"Thanks", you reply, letting your hand slide slowly down Tamaki's thigh. He looks at the place where your hand rests on his pants and then back at you without saying a word.

"How's your week been"? You ask innocently.
"Stressful. I mean- I'm grateful to work where I do but...I want to be my own boss". His eyebrows knit. You hum in agreement.

"And you deserve that too baby. You work too hard". Your hand squeezes his thigh softly. He smiles at you, hair falling into his eyes.

"Your job's not so easy either", he says, resting his hand on top of yours so you can't move it up and down.

"I like it though. And I get to work with Vicky which is nice". You turn your cup in circles on the bar, scrutinizing the condensation.

"Mhm". His voice sounds tight. Your eyes flick up to meet his.

"Why- What. What was that"? You question. He shakes his head quickly.

"Nothing". You frown at him and raise an eyebrow. "It's just- I guess it's selfish- But I hate the idea of you dancing for these creeps and flirting and I just..." he trails off.

"Most of them aren't creeps", you say. "And- I dunno. I get what you mean but- the flirting- it's so impersonal". At that, Tamaki narrows his eyes at you. "It wasn't with you. I thought you were hot right away", you reassure. His face flames red and he takes a sip of his drink to hide it. "I'm not quitting though". You're adamant. Tamaki nods.

"Alright, baby. But I'm gonna be your main customer okay"? Tamaki jokes but his statement has a hint of seriousness to it. You give him a lopsided grin.

"Alright loverboy". You squeeze his thigh.

"Oh em gee, Tamaki"! You hear a voice squeal out behind you and both of you turn to see Nejire standing there with a wide smile. She's wearing a turquoise tank top and a short black skirt with heels.

"Oh- um hi Nejire", Tamaki says, smiling back at her. She takes the seat on Tamaki's right side without hesitation.

"Hi y/n"! She grins at you and you give her a small wave. "I haven't seen you since the gala"! She exclaims at you and you grimace. Why would you have seen her otherwise? You exist in completely different spheres. "Soo.. Tamaki, how have you been"? She literally props her chin up on her palm, elbow resting on the bar. Tamaki looks at you quickly and you shrug.