|Chocolate Hearts and White Ribbons
Author: Tiffyhime PM
A series of drabbles written for Valentine's Day and White Day. Chapter 3: KentRated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Heroine - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,754 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 11 - Published: 02-12-12 - id: 7829260
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A/N: Umm, so wow, this is going up before the other fics I'm working on. orz Of course, by the title, it's easy to tell that this will be a series of Valentine's Day drabbles with corresponding White Day chapters. I hope you all enjoy!
I don't have much else to say except for giving my apologies for Shin's severe case of OoC-itis. Our relationship is a slow-moving work in progress. Please forgive me!
Disclaimer: Have we established that I don't own Amnesia yet? Because if not, I definitely don't own it. Let's add that to my list of regrets.
She had said it was urgent earlier that evening when she had phoned him after work.
He knew what the day was, and without too much fuss, gave in to her request to meet her at her apartment in an hour.
So, prompt as usual, he stood in front of her door – mind full of endless possibilities – and reached up to knock twice. But before his fist could strike a second time, he was greeted with…
He tried to look at her face – to notice her bright eyes and cheerful smile. He wanted to focus on the sound of her voice and not the words coming out of her mouth.
But it was hopeless.
His eyes were constantly drawn to the familiar sight of her work uniform, and all he could hear were those lines she spoke daily to her customers now directed at him.
Grasping the doorknob in a white-knuckled grip, he did the only thing his instincts would allow…
He slammed it – creating a temporary barrier between the two of them. With his cheeks red and nerves flustered, he needed a minute to regain his composure and prepare himself for her next attack.
But, she would be having none of that, and just as quickly as he had shut the door, she had opened it again – undeterred by his obvious discomfort.
"Goshujinsama, are you all right? Perhaps you should come in and sit down to relax." And following the invitation, she stepped to the side to give him room to enter.
For a moment, he didn't move – considering all of his options – but one look at her smiling face and it was clear that she would be relentless in her attempts to get him inside until he obeyed.
As he stepped across the threshold, he muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "Knock it off with the maid act already…", but she pretended not to hear him and guided him the short walk to the table.
The setup wasn't terribly elaborate, but Shin could immediately see its significance. Draped over the table was a picnic blanket, and sitting in the center was a single bentou. In past years, the three of them had planned Valentine's Day picnics so she could give them each a box of chocolates. But that year was different – that year, Toma wouldn't be there.
"D-do you like it?" she asked hesitantly. She had been worried that Shin might disapprove given the fact that it was a tradition they shared with Toma, and now that they were dating, he might have wanted to make new traditions for just the two of them.
"It's fine," he assured her as he took his seat. "Don't worry so much. So long as that guy's not coming…"
She laughed softly. "No, Toma-oniichan isn't coming here tonight." And as she turned away to retrieve the drinks from the kitchen, she missed him visibly relax after her words.
A moment later, she returned with two champaign glasses in hand and placed them on the table.
"What's that?" Shin asked, lifting his glass to his lips. Before he had even tasted its content, the sweet aroma flooded his senses, and a fleeting smile touched his lips when he recognized just what the drink was. "Ah, melon soda."
Nodding, she took a sip from her own drink. "Shin, before we start eating, I'd like to give you something. And I hope you'll accept it."
"I always accept your chocolates," he pointed out.
"Yeah, but this year it's different."
Picking up a rectangular box that she had kept hidden behind the bentou, she slid it across the table to him. There was nothing special about its appearance; the wrapping paper was a dark red with small white hearts scattered throughout it and the ribbon tied around it was gold. "Happy Valentine's Day."
Anxiously, she watched as he took it into his hands; he was rather meticulous as he carefully undid the bow and slowly worked the wrapping paper open without tearing it. It was a bit tedious to be the one observing every deliberate action he took; she had to restrain herself from reaching over and ripping the package open just so he could get to the chocolate inside of it.
When he was at last holding the unwrapped box, he made a quiet 'hmm' noise in the back of his throat. It was probably just as unremarkable looking as it was when it had been wrapped; it was made of a smooth and polished wood, and when he lifted the lid, the inside was lined with a deep red-colored material. But the three rows of chocolate all but made up for the box's lackluster appearance, and Shin found himself plucking out one of the heart-shaped sweets and popping it into his mouth.
Her eyes remained fixed on him as anticipation swelled in her heart. "Is it good?" she asked as she watched him chewing.
"It's not bad," he replied. And to her, that meant he liked it. "They're homemade, aren't they?" he asked.
"Yeah, they are! It's my first time trying my hand at making chocolate." She admitted with a blush. "I wanted to do something special for you today – different than our usual celebration." She absently played with the hem of the tablecloth.
It was in that brief instant of distraction when Shin abandoned his chair and advanced on her before she could even try to protest. Turn-about was fair-play after all, and he intended to make her pay dearly for her sneak attack with the maid uniform and greeting.
Without error, his mouth found hers – his lips expertly muffling her short exclamation of surprise. He pressed himself firmly against her so that she was snuggly wedged between his body and the back of the chair – making any attempt to escape impossible. Though his kisses were forward and a bit too forceful, she never objected and was more than content to let him dominate her. When he silently demanded she open her mouth, she did so with prompt obedience. And when his hands slid further down her hips, she encouraged him to keep going with a pleasured sigh.
Pulling back for a moment, he met her eyes. "Thanks for the Valentine's chocolates." He said, "And…" He paused for a second before continuing. "…for the melon soda."