The Strategist Empress (Aomine X Reader)

29th Quarter

Author's Note!

Reviews and Criticism is highly appreciated.

Warning: May have a little bit of OOC but nevertheless, it is how I envisioned it.

*Italics are thoughts of the characters. * *Bold letters are in English*

Now, ONNNNN TO THE STORYYYY~

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, events portrayed in this story is used fictitiously or products of the author's imaginations.

The Strategist Empress. Copyright © 2016 by Cordelia Michaelis. All rights reserved.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Kuroko No Basket. I only own the Plot and the OC. 

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 Chapter 29

Aomine had my hand in his as he made his way to a nearby café to help me relax before the final game between the Emperors and the Dark Horse of the Winter Cup tournament. He made sure to seat me first as he ordered and came back right after, took his seat in front of me and we relished the comfortable silence between us. A few minutes later, our coffee had arrived and I thanked him as he handed mine, chuckling at his scrunched up face as he discovered a phone number scribbled on a table napkin that was covering his cup. "It seems like you have a secret admirer." I said as I tilted my head to the side with a small and relaxed smile.

He sighed before standing up and leaned over the table, his hand held my chin and made me look at his intense stare. He briefly looked at the waitress with cold eyes before he looked down on me and slammed his lips on mine. In my surprise, I flushed a deep red, my eyes wide open as he continued to kiss me before smirking at the waitress who was flustered and walked away, not even glancing in his direction. Aomine glanced at me who was frozen from his kiss and brought up my hand to touch my lips, the lips that he attacked a few seconds ago. Chuckling, he grabbed my hand and held it as he drank his coffee with his other hand. "I... hate... you..." I mumbled, still blushing. "You know I hate public displays of attention."

"Deal with it, Yuki. There's more to come when we get home." He nonchalantly said as he smirked at me. "Besides, you are my girlfriend. I can do whatever I want and wherever I want."

"You can't just use me in public, Daiki." I deadpanned. "I'm not fond of PDA and you know it."

He shrugged and brought my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles and said, "I know but I'm proud to show you off as my girl." In which earned me a one way trip to being a blushing mess. I grumbled and took a drink of my cup of coffee, slightly ignoring the smirking male in front of me as he made a few more efforts in taking my mind off the incoming game. I sighed as the time drew closer, we left the café while holding hands and made our way back to the venue where it was jam-packed since it was the last game of the year and the most anticipated one at that point. I squeezed Aomine's hand when I saw how packed it is in the venue and he gently squeezed my hand in return. "I'll be with Satsuki and the guys from Touou. I'll watch from up here and wait for you outside, okay?" He said and I nodded in return.

Wanting to thank him by kissing him on the cheek, he cheekily turned his head to me and our lips met each other once again. This time, it was a slow and passionate kiss that made my knees weak and gave me a shiver of pleasure. We broke the kiss when both of us needed air and we both blushed, our foreheads joined together as we stared each other in the eyes, my hands felt his erratic heartbeat as we continued to stare at each other. "I'll watch you, babe. Go win this." He said, giving me one last peck on the lips and loosened his arms around me and waved before I turned around and went to the locker rooms where Chiaki noticed the redness of my cheeks.