AsaChi: Beauty Marks

Chapter 11: Chiharu; All to Myself

"Ok, I'll head out, then," Devastated, the young girl began her walk back to the door. Suddenly, she felt Asahi's hand grab hers. He pulled her back, and spinning her around to meet his lips. "Mph!" He pulled back.

Anger welled up inside her, "What the hell? You jerk!"

"All I wanted to do was pick up the bowl I dropped," He lifted her up and sat her on the counter, "I didn't want you to leave."

"Oh." Ok now she felt bad for yelling at him.

His arms wrapped around her, "I'm just so nervous. I've never had a beautiful girl all to myself before." Chiharu rolled her eyes, "I don't know who you are talking about." There was no way in hell she was beautiful. Asahi must need glasses.

His hands caressed her face, "I'm talking about you, Chiharu-chan." She tilted her head forward, into his forehead. Chiharu bit her bottom lip. She ran her hands down his big broad chest. She opened her legs a little bit, so he could get closer to her. He took the opportunity. The muscles tensed all throughout his body. "Asahi," she breathed. He looked up at her with big brown eyes, "I'm sorry, I just, I just don't know how far I can go."

Her face instantly turned red, "S-Senpai!" He started to laugh, leaning into her. "What's so funny?!" the embarrassed girl squeaked. He grinned up at her, "Your face was priceless!" He shook his head and in a mocking tone he said, "S-Senpai!"

"I sound nothing like that!" she hit his chest playfully. "What's so funny?!" He did it again! That jerk! "Don't make me bite you!" she threatened. Suddenly, Asahi's arms wrapped all the way around her small body, and he tightened his hold on her, pressing the smaller girl against his torso. "Stay with me tonight, Chiharu, please."

His started to leave sweet lingering kisses on her neck, his hands rolling up underneath her pink shirt and her tank top. She should have felt panicked, but he was so gentle. She felt safe with him. "Let me know if you want me to stop," he whispered to her. His body relaxed as she placed a gentle kiss on his lips. She could feel the urge in his body. He wanted her, and she wanted him.

She shouldn't be letting him do this, this was crossing so many lines, but she didn't care. She felt like they had been in love with one another, they just hadn't known until tonight. They hadn't had the chance to be together, like they were now. "Hey," he breathed and rested his head against hers, "Remember the other day when I saw your spike?"

"What about it?" She was taken aback by his question. "Please don't get mad at me, but, when you were going back down to the ground, your shirt went up and I got a peek at that beauty mark you have on your ribcage."

"Y-You did?" her whole body shook. He smirked, "Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but, I've wondered if you've got any other marks like that that no one has seen?"

Chiharu slid her arms around his neck, and kissed him again, she had to be sure that this is what she wanted. Did she want to go that far? If they did, there would be no turning back. "Is that what you want?" Her heart sank, what if he just wanted sex? Asahi wouldn't do that, would he?

"No," he shook his head, "Whether you want to or not, I don't care, Chiharu." He took her face in his hands and looked into her eyes, he was beaming, "I love you, and here we are kissing, and I've got you in my arms, I'm so happy, I don't care about being able to sleep with you or not." He hugged her tight, "I've loved you for so long, you have no idea."

"Asahi," She squeezed his neck, "You big goofball." Tears of joy streamed down her face, he must've felt her tears on his shoulder because he looked at her and his brown eyes widened, "Oh God! You're crying! Don't cry!"

"You idiot I'm crying because I'm happy!"

He blinked, "You are?" She nodded. There was no way to describe the way she felt. She took both of her hands and slammed them into his cheeks, "Why wouldn't I be? The boy I've loved for so long is confessing his love for me."

His cheeks turned so red the marks she had left started to blend in with the rest of his face. "You dork."

She placed a sweet kiss against his lips. He leaned into her. "Oh yeah, about that beauty mark," Chiharu huffed. "Hmm?" the handsome third year cocked his head. "I'll let you take another peek at it." For a moment he tensed, but even though his face was red, he said, "Are there any other beauty marks I should know about?"

"Why don't you take a look for yourself?"

Their eyes locked for a moment. Slowly, Asahi leaned in, and this kiss was, harder, but still sweet. Instead of wrapping his arms around her waist like he had been, this time, his large hands slid up her legs, and under her skirt. He snickered, "I never took you for a thong kind of girl." She blushed.

He gave her another one of the fierce kisses, "Hold on tight." He murmured between breathes. The innocent first year wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. His hands squeezed her butt as he lifted her off the counter. His nails dug into her skin. "Asahi!" She squealed, startled by the way he was holding her. "S-Sorry!" His hands wrapped around her back again, holding her up against him. "I didn't mean to scare you." The way he had grabbed her sent a hot shudder through her, the truth was she liked it, a lot. "I-It's okay," she smiled, "I kinda liked it." His face turned about a thousand different shades of red.

Slowly his hands slid down her back and under her skirt again. She could feel the heat between them. He squeezed her rear again and planted another one of those strong kisses on her lips, but this time she matched his force. She fumbled with the first button on his shirt, then the second. Her hands slid under his shirt, against his hot skin. His Glass Heart was racing as if it were made of steel.

She had no idea he could be so fierce! What's more was, she didn't want him to stop. Had he been holding back this whole time? "Azumane..." His first name rolled off her tongue in a whispered breath. "Shh," He whispered in her ear, "I'll take care of you, my love."

Chiharu wrapped her legs around his waist tighter, and with somewhat clumsy steps and gentle kisses, Asahi Azumane carried her into his room.