Feels Like the First Time

Chapter Fourteen - Rice Omelette

My silky, kimono-style dressing gown hugged my curves as I poured out two glasses of orange juice. I turned and placed one on the kitchen side next to where Takashi stood and took a long sip from the other. Takashi's hand caressed the exposed skin on top of my breast with a frown. I looked down and noticed a slight bruise, but where Takashi responded with worry, my only response was exhilaration.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his hand dropping to his side.

"For what?" I asked. "For this?" I pointed at the spot he'd just touched. He nodded but his eyes wouldn't meet mine.

"I should go," he said after a moment and I rolled my eyes.

"Takashi, stop being dramatic. You didn't hurt me. Besides, you should at least stay for some food, neither of us have eaten after all." He still refused to look at me as I said this. I took his hand in one of mine while the other turned his chin to me.

"Please, look at me." I whispered then waited for his eyes to meet mine. "You have nothing to feel bad about. I'll make you a deal, if you hurt me or I want you to stop, I'll say so. Okay?" I watched his face soften as he gave a slight nod.

I stepped back over to my orange juice and quickly said, "Well, I mean, if it ever happens again then I will." I took a deep breath with my back to him when I felt a heat crawling up my neck. I frowned to myself as I rubbed the now warm spot, I hadn't blushed since I was fifteen and even then I don't think it showed.

"So," I sighed, turning back to face him and putting my big-girl boots back on, attempting to quell my inner teenager. "What would you like. I cannot be arsed with cooking so do you mind if we order in?" My eyes met his and we paused for a moment then he smiled slightly and shrugged.

"I can cook." He replied making me pause again. I'd never had a guy cook for me before and I quite liked the idea. I gave him a nod with a slight smile.

"Help yourself," I offered with a gesture to my small fridge-freezer.

"What would you like?" He asked me as he began to look through my food.

"I don't really mind, I have simple tastes so nothing too crazy, please." I could just see the side of his face from where I was stood as he stooped over to look in my freezer and I saw the corner of his mouth twitch up. "What was that for?" I asked with a slight chuckle.

He looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes pointedly trailing down my body before shrugging in response. "I see you're getting arrogant, Morinozuka-san, be careful ..." I let my sentence hand in the air for comedic effect and I heard a soft breath of a laugh from him. He stood and turned back to face me, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Or what?" He asked with a familiar mischievous glint in his eyes and I bit my lip to try to stop from smiling.

"Or," I again paused for effect as I took a few steps towards him, my gaze still holding his. I watched with satisfaction as his eyes became warmer with desire and relished in his attention for a moment before continuing. "Or I'll have to tickle you!" I shrieked as I ran my hands quickly but gently over his ribs and waist. His hips jerked away from me as he feebly tried to escape from my tickles and his breathing became shallow with laughter and spasms. I chuckled in triumph as I ran around the kitchen counter, so it was between us.

I looked up with a grin but quickly squealed and began running again as I saw he was already moving toward me. I couldn't help the loud laugh that escaped as his arm wrapped around my waist from behind, effectively locking me against him. Although the majority of me was melting at the contact I still struggled and managed to budge his arm an inch or so away from me.