Disclaimer: It's not mine. I am poor.

Author's Notes: So I've been in a bit of a stump writing wise the past weeks. This is like a bit of a writing exercise to get me back into the groove of things so I can finally write the next chapters of my WiPs. It'll be short, about three chapters :D Enjoy!

Chapter One: Hummingbird Heartbeat

Fuuko walked through the empty hallways of her college, fingers tracing the cool metal lockers that she passed. Sometimes she wondered if she was in some sort of television show about the misadventures of teenage romance encapsulated in one-hour increments. Because, seriously, how was it possible to feel like this?

She leaned against the open doors of the university's spacious gym and just watched him. He was doing some serious damage on a cylindrical punching bag that was hanging from the ceiling. He had taken up boxing when he was a sophomore and she was just a freshman for stress relief. She understood perfectly, nothing relieved stress like a good physical workout where you do nothing but hit things continuously.

Anyone who had ever thought of Tokiya Mikagami as feminine would probably swallow their tongue if they saw him now. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxing shorts that hung low on his hips, high cut boxing shoes and a pair of red gloves. His sweat soaked hair was tied up in a high ponytail. Hot perspiration clung to his muscles, sculpting his defined chest and abs.

The moment Tokiya sighted Fuuko the left corner of his lips curled up the teensiest bit. His stormy grey eyes lightened up to a clear blue as if seeing her in her faded blue jeans and shapeless Tokyo U sweater was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. She remembered the first time he had ever looked at her like that…

Fuuko knew something was wrong the moment she put down her bag on the floor beside the couch and Tokiya didn't start berating her about being a sloppy housemate. They lived in an old but spacious apartment off campus with Recca, Yanagi and Domon because somehow they all ended up going to the same university. Although she kind of thought it was unfair how Recca and Domon landed athletic scholarships while the better students, her and Yanagi, had to live off their parents and student loans.

His eyes were tuned towards the television, currently showing an episode of 'Frasier' but she could tell that his mind was somewhere else. She plopped down on the couch beside him and opened the can of soda in her hand.

"You okay?" she asked before taking a sip of her cola.

Tokiya turned to her and shrugged. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Fuuko rolled her eyes. Years of friendship and he still acted like a block of ice around her. Being Tokiya's friend is an awful lot of work. "I heard about you and Yuna."

Yuna Kobayashi that is. The girl who managed to nab Tokiya Mikagami and lock him down in a relationship for almost two years. Fuuko couldn't make up her mind about which was more shocking, the fact that Tokiya Mikagami had a girlfriend or that that girlfriend didn't look anything like his sister. She chalked it up to him steadily recovering from his psychosis.

Yuna was a nice enough girl, Fuuko thought. She and Tokiya had gotten together sometime before the end of their freshman year, right before Fuuko came to Tokyo U. She wasn't especially pretty or especially smart, she was just nice. To be perfectly honest she was a bit perplexed about what Tokiya saw in the girl exactly. She just seemed too plain and too vanilla for him. Fuuko always thought he'd end up with someone extremely gorgeous or extremely intelligent or a cougar.

Then there was Recca and his insane theories. He made a passing comment one day about how much Yuna looked like Fuuko. Yanagi and Domon quickly agreed with him. She quickly dismissed them all. She looked nothing like Yuna. The hair color was all wrong.

"I would be touched by your concern if it weren't for the fact that Yuna and I broke up over two weeks ago," Tokiya answered, a playful smirk on his face.

Fuuko flushed despite herself. "I've been busy."

"Right," he said, rolling his eyes. "I bet you're just fishing for a bit of gossip."

"Of course not!" He looked at her incredulously. "Okay maybe a little bit, come on indulge me," she admitted, giving him a cutesy pout.

Tokiya snickered. "I hate to break it to you but it was an awfully healthy break up. No broken glasses or screaming matches. We talked over coffee and decided that things weren't working out and we'd both like to see other people."

"Oh, so there's someone else?" she piped up excitedly. She leaned forward and put her hands under her chin, looking up at him expectantly.

Tokiya gave her a secretive smile. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

It's like he knew just what to say to pique her curiosity. Fuuko slid down the couch so her knees were touching his thighs. "Come on, tell me."

He arched an eyebrow and pursed his lips as if he was trying to suppress a grin. "Are you sure you want to know?"

Fuuko threw her hands up. "Of course! This is me we're talking about, I have to know everything."

He shifted so he was sitting with one leg up on the couch and facing her, their noses only a few inches apart. "Absolutely, positively?"

She giggled, not minding their closeness, because this was Tokiya and she was never nervous around him. She pinched his arm and said, "Yes, just tell me already!"

There was a strange glint in his eyes that she couldn't quite understand. "If you insist."

And then he kissed her.

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Fuuko's muscles went on lockdown as Tokiya slanted his lips over hers. The seconds ticked by and her eyes remained wide open, trying to focus on the length of Tokiya's eyelashes and not the fact that he was kissing her, rather vigorously. He didn't seem to mind that she sat still like the proverbial duck and made up for her unresponsiveness by opening his hot, moist mouth and practically devouring her lips. His tongue snaked out from between his lips and slipped inside her mouth easily and she couldn't help but moan at the contact. Her eyes couldn't help but flutter close his kiss felt damn good.

She could feel Tokiya's fingers slide underneath her shirt, feeling the soft skin on her back as he sucked her bottom lip. When her tongue followed his back into his mouth, he sucked it so hard it almost hurt and he groaned loudly and began lifting her shirt. The moment she felt the soft cotton move past her breast warning bells started ringing in her head and she quickly pushed his hands and forced her lips away from him.

Fuuko blinked up at him in confusion but he only had this knowing smirk on his face.

He chuckled as if she had just told him a really funny story. "Too much too soon?"

"Wait, what?" she replied stupidly.

"Fine, I promise not to try and take your clothes off until you're ready," he said before leaning down once more, this time to kiss and suck the side of her neck, just underneath her ear.

It took all of her self-control (because the things he could do with his tongue should be outlawed) but Fuuko managed to push him away once more. She quickly retreated to the end of the couch a good two feet away from him and that talented mouth of his.

"Look, Mi-chan, obviously you're on the rebound," she said breathlessly. The side of her neck still tingled with the memory of his lips kissing her.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Excuse me?"

Fuuko joined her hands together at her lap as she tried to settle her nerves. "Yes, you just must really miss Yuna and you know, people say I look like her."

"I really don't see the resemblance," he said in a heartbeat.

She waved her hands in front of her. "Whatever, the point is you just broke up with your girlfriend and you're just missing the intimacy. And I understand and we can just forget this ever happened."

He frowned at her. "You kissed me back."

Fuuko reddened at the insinuation. "Well it's been a while since I've had a boyfriend. Any woman provided their straight would probably react the same way to a kiss like that."

Tokiya gave her that smirk that launched a thousand love letters. "So you liked it?"

"That's hardly the point," she blurted out and followed it with nervous laughter to further incriminate herself. "Look, it was just a mistake and you're really just vulnerable right now so we can just forget this happened."

He sighed, defeated. "Is that what you really think?"

She nodded, not trusting herself to open her mouth.

Tokiya shrugged and muttered an okay before standing up and heading outside.

Fuuko let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. What the fuck just happened?

Fuuko tried very hard to forget the kiss but it seemed every time her eyes would close the memory of Tokiya's lips would ghost over her skin, sending pleasurable tingles down to her toes. She could barely look him in the eyes every time they talked and would jump like a spooked cat whenever his hand inadvertently made contact with any part of her body.

The worst part of it was every time she saw him he appeared unaffected by that little event, seemingly taking her advice to heart and acting like nothing ever happened. Just earlier today he made her a cup of coffee and asked her how her test went. She wanted to hit him with a bat.

Fuuko turned the page of the novel she was reading. It was quite an awful book really but there was nothing on the telly and she should apparently invest in more books. She sneaked this one out of Yanagi's library. It was one of those modern day romance novels and she wanted to yell at the lead female character to get a fucking job and have some self-respect instead of panting after man. Honestly, what a stupid novel.

"Why are you reading porn?"

Fuuko shrieked like a…well, girl and the book flew out of her hand, landing on the grey carpet beside the couch. She clutched her chest and looked up to find Tokiya's amused face.

"I am not reading porn!" she cried indignantly.

Tokiya leaned down and grabbed the book from the floor and flipped towards the earmarked page. He sat down on the couch and casually put an arm around her. "Let's see, 'Elena moaned wantonly as she felt Daniel's manhood graze her moist womanly petals'," he read slowly from the book. "Not only is that porn, it's horrendous porn."

Fuuko rolled her eyes and tried to shrug his arm off her shoulders but it remained there stubbornly. "The correct term is erotica."

"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to," he said dismissively. He flipped the book over to see the cover and scrunched his nose in distaste at the picture of an exaggeratedly buxom woman being held by a blond man who seemed to have a taste for steroids and not buttoning his shirt. "Why are you even reading this? This isn't up your alley."

"There's nothing to do and I figured I'd try to find out why Yanagi is so into these things," she answered sheepishly.

Tokiya snickered. Yanagi thought her obsession with romance novels was a well-kept secret when in truth everyone in the house knew about it. "If you're so bored, come watch a movie with me. I've been wanting to see that new Peter Jackson film."

Fuuko didn't have time to protest as he basically dragged her out the house.

It was a great film really. Good, solid plot, witty dialogue, charming actors. If only she could fully focus on it, which didn't seem possible when Tokiya was nuzzling her neck while one arm was wrapped around her shoulders and his knuckles grazed the side of her breast, moving up and down the soft flesh, making her nipples jut out proudly.

"Uh, Mi-chan," she squeaked nervously.

"Hmm?" he mumbled before his mouth closed over her earlobe and sucked the soft appendage.

"What're you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything," he said too innocently before his hand flexed open and brazenly squeezed one of her tits.

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Not doing anything my a-mmpph—"

His mouth swallowed any words she wanted to speak as his tongue coaxed soft moans out of her. The movie was quickly forgotten as well as any common sense she had left as soon as Tokiya lifted the armrest that stood between them. He pulled her closer and maneuvered her so that her legs were resting sideways on his lap.

He was kissing her so thoroughly that it felt like he was trying to memorize every dip and curve of her lips. She'd been kissed before; heck she's had sex before, many times in fact. But the heat of Tokiya's touches and kisses made her feel like a virgin discovering the pleasure of physical affection for the first time.

The warmth of his hands seared through the thick cloth of her jeans as he squeezed her thighs as if he couldn't control himself from touching her. Her lips bruised with the force of his kisses as if the only thing he had ever wanted in his life was to be one with her.

When they finally parted the credits were already rolling and all she could hear was his heavy pants. Or maybe it was hers, she couldn't quite tell, it was as if their breaths had synced together, in, out, in, out.

In the darkness his clear grey eyes shimmered with a teasing glint. "So how do you explain that one, Fuuko?"

To be continued...

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