Our Love Story (Kominato Ryosuke x OC)

Chapter 11

Summer is the season of baseball. It is the season of love and laughter. For Tatsune, summer is the never ending season in her heart.

The birds chirped in the morning of the summer day, and the crackling sound of the old electric fan turning was the only noise in the room. The bed sheets ruffled as the people under rolled around. A crack from the curtains allowed light to shine in on a Saturday morning. Tatsune's eyes fluttered open, and closed again when they met the piercing bright light. "Ugh..." she croaked, her voice scratchy from lack of water.

"Mm, Tatsune-chan, let's sleep some more," a young man breathed into the back of her neck, and she felt the arm on her waist tighten.

"Ryou-san, it's morning," she said to the man behind her. Without opening her eyes, she patted around the nightstand to find her cell phone. She pulled the mobile device over and carefully opened her eyes to check the time. "Scratch that, it's noon...."

"So?" Ryousuke asked, and then he planted a kiss on the back of her neck.

"Aren't we supposed to be meeting up with the team for a high school reunion?" Tatsune asked.

"I thought that was dinner."

"We should still get up."

"But we slept at three last night."

"Because someone wanted to watch a scary movie." Tatsune lifted Ryousuke's arm from her body, and pushed herself up from the bed. She sat at the edge of the bed for a few minutes before she could stand up. Her lids were still half closed when she made it to the bathroom. The woman lifted her hair and tied it to a messy bun, and then grabbed her toothbrush to do her morning routines.

"You look sexy," Ryousuke said, leaning on the door frame and admiring her curves. She wore a loose white tanktop, and a pair of red cotton shorts.

"Oh shut up," Tatsune rolled her eyes. After all these years, she's no longer impressed by his flirtatious words. The pink haired male only wore a pair of boxers, revealing his toned upper body. He walked over and wrapped his muscular arms around his girlfriend's waist and carefully placed his chin over her shoulder. "Ryou-san, get off of me, it's hot," she complained.

"Make me," he whispered in her ear. The woman bent down and rinsed her mouth, and washed her face. The man holding her simply stared at her, eyes full of love and happiness. God he loved weekends. He didn't have to go to work, and she didn't have to go to school.

"Your turn," she finished wiping her face dry and turned around to leave, but the man pinned her to the counter, arms on either side of her body. He leaned his body real close, not giving her any space of her own. "H-Hey!"

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"Kitchen," she answered without hesitation. He simple stared at her. Her confidence started to fade under his passion filled eyes. Despite dating him for years, she still couldn't help but fear the look in his eyes. He looked like a cat staring at its prey, but instead of killing, he was more interesting in toying with her. She gulped.

"Tatsune-chan, you're not very nice today. You were so cute last night though," Ryousuke leaned in, breathing word by word into her ear. Tatsune felt the blood of her body all rise up to her head as she remembered the scenes from last night. "Don't you remember how you called for me last night? Come on, baby girl, call for me. Call for me." He sucked on her neck, darkening the spot that was already there. Under the strong light he could see the results of his love from the night before. Her pale soft neck was covered in dark purple spots, she'd have trouble covering them with foundation today.

"D...Daddy...." she mustered out. Hearing what he wanted, Ryousuke finally got up from her, a victorious expression playing on his face. Her face was beet red.