The mockingbird (Akashi Seijuro love story)

Surgery

Trischia's pov

I was finally allowed to leave the hospital after four days, personally I meant it was exaggeratedly long to keep me there for that long. I would have been perfectly fine with some painkillers and rest. However Seijuro, his father and the doctor all ganged up on me, refusing me to leave early. Both me and Seijuro were surprised when his father sent us straight to America, he'd apparently called the school beforehand. He'd arranged for us to get a set of special tasks to work on while we were gone, to make sure we didn't fall behind. I was slightly surprised when I realized that Seijuro had been really serious about me needing to improve my grades, in order to please his dad.

The flight was excruciatingly long, but luckily Seijuro was with me, teasing me with the assignments we had to work on. I'd nearly fainted when I realized we'd be going in a private jet, I already knew his family was rich, but not to this extent. Seijuro's father had gone before us so we had the plane to ourselves. I'd figured that would warrant us some time to finally enjoy eachother's company, but Seijuro refused to entertain me untill I'd done my half of the tasks.

Once we finished we settled in the cabin at the back of the plane. We cuddled, and watched a movie. Which I fell asleep in the middle of just for your notice... I had been sleeping a lot the past couple of days, the worst part was that there didn't seem like anything, not even Seijuro, could keep me awake. I felt kind of guilty and hoped he didn't think I found him boring. I had just woken up from a nap now and I groaned and turned to lay on my side instead to find a more comfortable position. The door opened and closed and I opened an eye. I looked up at Seijuro as he smirked at me slightly with one drink in each hand. I could feel my face light up and I quickly got into a sitting position as he closed the small distance between the door and the king size bed. He smiled at me as he sat down and handed one of them to me.

"Don't get your hopes up, they're non alcoholic" He said with a grin, I tilted my head to the side as I accepted the drink anyways, ignoring the slight feeling of dissappointment. It had been months since I last had been to a party. I shrugged and took a sip of the drink. It had the taste of strawberries, sweet but at the same time a little bitter. I grinned slightly as I reached for the small white board that Seijuro had gotten for me so that I wouldn't have to bring my history book with me everywhere.

'This isn't too bad, even though it lacks some fire'

I turned the board around and let him read it. He snorted and looked back at me with an amused smile.

"I'm not going to give you alcohol" He stated and I pouted at him turning the board back and starting to write below my former reply.

'But it tastes much better with alcohol!' He silently read it and then shook his head at my pouting face.

"That's just your imagination" He replied and I sighed heavily in protest.

'How do you know? Have you even tried it?' I questioned him, when he looked back up at me he grinned slightly leaning closer to me and taking the drink from my hands.

"Of course I have, who do you think I am?" He answered and kissed me lightly on the lips before he pulled back and put the glasses away.

"But then..." He started saying as he also put away my board, I knew what he was thinking the second his eyes locked with mine.

"You know you shouldn't make such cute faces, I can't hold myself back when you do" He said as he placed his hand at my neck pulling me in for another kiss and I willingly yielded to him. It didn't matter how many times he touched, or kissed me. Those small sparks he seemed to send through my body appeared every time. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him push me down on the bed. His kiss grew stronger and more passionate as his lips moved against mine and he bit at my bottom lip, asking for entrance. As I didn't give him what he wanted immediately he pulled back and moved to my neck instead, covering it with small kisses. I couldn't stop the exited shivers from running down my back as he lightly bit my skin. I gasped silently and right at that moment I was nearly glad that I didn't have a voice, because if I had one I wasn't sure if I could keep the moans to myself. I still wanted to be closer to him, I couldn't get enough of his touch, or his smell, or his warmth. But I didn't move to take it further, knowing that if I did he'd pull back. I found it strange, and hoped he didn't think I was being to eager. I breathed heavily in exhiliration as his lips grazed the skin on my neck, he moved up to my ear and nibbled teasingly at my earlobe and my stomach coiled.