Disclaimer: None of it is mine! I couldn't help but use Peacock by Katy Perry.

Author's Notes: Welcome to the long and indulgent porno chapter of 'Not Dating'. If that's not your thing, don't read. Enjoy!

Chapter Four: Peacock

Sometimes she forgets they weren't just friends anymore. There were times when he would call her up and tell her that he'd be coming back to the apartment they shared with the rest of Team Hokage rather late because of a study group or something or other and she would ask him why she's supposed to care. And then he'd just give her a curt goodbye and drop the call. Five minutes later it would occur to her that she was indeed his girlfriend. Around this time she would also feel like a horrid, heartless little bitch.

It wasn't like she didn't like being his girlfriend; it's just that this whole thing still felt strange to her. She was still waiting for someone to jump out from behind a curtain and tell her she got punked. There were still days when she had a bit of trouble trying to reconcile Tokiya Mikagami, the Ensui wielder who initially called her a monkey before eventually (reluctantly) accepting her as a comrade and through the years a friend, and Tokiya Mikagami, the handsome boy (man!) who showered her with presents and expensive dinners and tried to cop a feel whenever he can.

But at times like this exact moment she would have to be a special brand of stupid to forget that they were in fact an item. He wouldn't be able to get away with half the things he was doing if they weren't. They were in his room and cuddling in his bed. She tried to watch some old movie on his tiny TV screen but he was more interested in sampling the texture of her skin.

"I had a dream about you last night," he whispered suavely in her ear. His hand, previously occupied with caressing her generous rump, raised her t-shirt until it was right under her breasts. He drew circles on her tight stomach, making her squirm.

"I bet you're going to tell me all about it," she said, wanting it to sound sarcastic but it came out in a breathy whimper.

She could feel his smile against her forehead. "It was amazing." His hand brushed past the side of her breast before settling gently on her throat. "I dreamt that I just came back from a class and you were waiting for me back here."

She managed to snort. "Let me guess, I was naked?"

He chuckled. "You were actually wearing your high school skirt and the knee high socks. You looked damn sexy."

"So just topless then?" she said with a giggle.

He nodded and gave her a wink before leaning down to give her a swift and wet kiss. "You want to hear what happens next?"

She arched her eyebrows before nodding. As much as she was wont to admit it, Mi-chan acting like a pervy bastard turned her on immensely. She surreptitiously pressed her thighs together, not wanting him to find out how much his words and his very nearness were affecting her. But he had always had fast eyes and even faster hands. Before she knew it a hand was between her legs and he was stroking her teasingly through her shorts.

"You're so wet already, baby, I haven't even gotten to the best part yet," he teased.

She managed a sincere glare at him. "I bet that makes you really sad," she said sardonically.

His soft laughter reverberated through his throat. He put a hand behind her thigh and lifted her leg to wrap around his waist. He pressed his hard member against her crotch. "Let's just call it even," he said with a wink. "Back to my dream, so I opened the door and you were in nothing but that short plaid school skirt, god, I loved that skirt on you, your white knee socks and those Mary Janes. You had your hair in pigtails and you were sitting so primly at the end of the bed, your knees joined together looking like an innocent little schoolgirl except for the fact that you were completely missing your shirt. Then you were looking at me like you wanted to rip my clothes off and devour me whole, like the way you're looking at me now." He tapped his index finger at the point of her nose.

"You wish," she mocked but she had an impish smile on her face.

"Your body tells me a different story," he said confidently as his hand slipped up her shirt to pinch an already erect nipple.

"You're just so full of yourself today, aren't you?" she joshed.

"Incorrect. I'm full of myself everyday. After all, I've managed to get the most beautiful, sexiest, smartest, strongest and most kick ass woman in all of Japan, nay, the world, to agree to be my girlfriend. I'd say I'm pretty amazing," he said with a proud drawl.

She threw her head back and laughed at his silliness. "You butter me up too much."

"But you do so much more for me just by being you," he said, his voice dropping low and his gaze turning serious.

Fuuko's lips curved into a smile. He'd never said 'I love you' so much in words after that first time at the gym six months ago. Somehow he sensed her uneasiness when he openly told her he loved her. But he never failed to make clear for her his feelings in so many other ways.

He suddenly slapped her bottom playfully, drawing her out of her reverie. "Naughty girl, you keep distracting me from my story," he admonished.

Another bout of girlish laughter bubbled out of her and he silenced her with a deep kiss.

"Let's see, where was I?" he said, tapping a finger against his chin. "Right you were in my room, topless, although I think my dream didn't do justice to your glorious tits," he said shamelessly as he lifted her shirt over her boobs and squeezed one for good measure. She squealed and slapped his hand away but left the shirt where it was. "In my dream, you were playing with your tits, just teasing yourself, running your fingers up and down your nipples like this." His own fingers scraped across her nipples, sending pleasurable tingles to her spine.

Tokiya closed his eyes and groaned deeply, the memory of his dream making the hairs on his arm rise. "Then you pushed them together, your breasts spilling out of your fingers and then you asked…you asked…" He licked his lips and took a deep breath before he could continue, "you asked me to fuck your tits." He moved forward as if he couldn't control himself and latched onto her nipple, sucking the pink teat until she cried out in pleasurable pain.

"Would you really let me do that to you, Fuuko, would you?" he moaned, his voice gravelly and his eyes crazed with lust. He never waited for an answer as he captured her lips in his, biting her lower lip before snaking his tongue inside her mouth. Suddenly he was on top of her, pressing her into the mattress with his weight. She could feel his hands everywhere, stoking a trail of fire on her skin.

"Oh god, Mi-chan," she groaned heavily. Her eyes rolled backwards as two fingers slipped inside her channel. He began to piston in and out of her as he thumbed her clit; she could feel her juices stain the insides of her thighs.

"Do you want me to eat you out?" Tokiya whimpered against her ear.

Fuuko blushed at his blatant question. She bit her lip and nodded shyly.

Tokiya quickly pulled down her shorts, exposing her pussy to the night air and his hungry gaze. He put his hands behind each of her knee and pushed them up until she was almost folded in half, so scandalously exposed but she wouldn't have it any other way. His hooded eyes never left hers as he lowered his mouth towards her overflowing womanhood. He kissed her pussy like he kissed her mouth, his tongue exploring as far as it could reach. Her hips buckled against her wishes, riding out the movement of his tongue as the heavy feeling low in her belly threatened to explode. He buried his face deep into her snatch as if he were searching out a prize. A sheen of sweat spread across her skin as she felt the slow race coming to an end.

Fuuko's eyes closed and screamed Tokiya's name into the heavens when she felt the sweet release finally take over her. Her body shook mercilessly, toes curling inside and knuckles turning white from the death grip she had on the sheets. Tokiya kissed the insides of her thigh before making his way back up to her face. He placed soft kisses on her cheeks and murmured sweet nothings into her ear as she came back down from her intense climax.

Her glassy brown eyes lazily fluttered open. Her lips quirked to the side at the vision of Tokiya, face smeared with her juices, looking down at her as if she was his most precious treasure in the world.

"Feel good?" he asked softly.

Fuuko's lips parted but found that she had no voice left. So she just reached for his nape and pulled him down to her lips to show her appreciation. After a minute or so of tender kisses he pulled back, smiled at her and promised to be right back. She didn't miss the tension in his neck as he spoke. He skipped towards the bathroom door before she could say anything.

Fuuko lay back on the bed, the heady rush finally leaving her and giving her room to think. She knew exactly what Tokiya would be doing in the bathroom. It was a month after they'd established their relationship that the issue of sex first came up. Their attempt before that had been a disaster to say the least. When he had asked her in not so many words if they could have sex, she felt a bit more wary. She asked for time, the relationship itself was still so new to her and feelings in her were still starting to develop. She just thought that introducing sex into their relationship so early on would only muck things up.

Tokiya hadn't tried again since then. True, he seemed quite eager to find ways to bring her to orgasm without actual sex but he had never even hinted at her returning the favor. She wondered if it ever occurred to him how unfair and one-sided this part of their relationship was.

It wasn't that she was still insecure about Tokiya's feelings for her. If she never believed anything else, she would believe that Tokiya Mikagami loved her, truly, madly, deeply. But she still couldn't bring herself to cross that one line because, and she hated herself so much for this, she still wasn't sure she felt the same.

Fuuko wanted him, oh god how she wanted him. He was handsome, he was smart, he does things with his hands that would drive a girl insane, he was generous and he was kind (well, now he was). But that was all surface. How was she supposed to know if she truly loved him? She couldn't just jump the gun on this one, because like him, she had so much more to lose with Tokiya. Just like Recca, Yanagi, Domon, Ganko and the others, he owned a part of her soul that no one else could fill in.

The click of the door interrupted her thoughts. She watched as Tokiya, looking a lot more relaxed, climbed on the bed once more, carrying a wet towel with him. He cleaned her up before pulling the covers around them.

"Let's call it a night?" he said, looking to her for agreement.

Fuuko yawned, as if his words reminded her how tired she was. "Yup, you got an early class tomorrow."

"Did I wear you out?" he asked with a hint of smugness.

"Yes, Mi-chan, you're the best," she indulged him cheekily.

He kissed her once more before tucking her head under his chin as she wished him good night and sweet dreams.

Years later Fuuko would remember that it was a sunny Thursday afternoon and she was wearing her favorite green sweater when her life came to a sudden halt and changed directions.

Fuuko had just come from her last class for the day and looking forward to some Chinese take-out with her boyfriend. She first saw the white boxes on the coffee table before she even noticed him. She was hungry, so shut up.

Tokiya was sitting on the lone wingback chair adjacent to the couch, shoulders hunched over and eyebrows knotted. In one hand was a legal sized white envelope and in the other an unfolded letter, an unfamiliar logo at the header.

Fuuko walked up to him and put her arms around his shoulders, hugging his back, before kissing his cheek, lips smacking soundly. "How was your day?"

He blinked up at her as if he hadn't noticed her there at all. He quickly recovered though and placed the papers haphazardly on the arm of the chair and pulling her down to sit across his lap. "Could be better," he said cryptically.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head in the nook of his neck and shoulder, enjoying the musky, clean scent that always followed him. This part of her day always felt nice. She never quite enjoyed simply cuddling until Tokiya. Maybe she just really liked the way he smelled. Her eyes spied the papers on the coach and curiosity got the better of her. "What were you reading earlier?" she asked.

Fuuko could feel the muscles on his back stiffen as he took in a sharp intake of breath. "Mi-chan what's wrong?"

Tokiya sighed and picked up the paper, showing her the letter with some English writing on it. "Last year I applied for an exchange program at Johns Hopkins University. The letter came in today. I got accepted. I'll spend my final semester there and have a bigger chance of getting into their Med School." His voice was flat and emotionless, as if he were just reading from a script. A small smile crept up his lips as he said his next words. "It's always been my dream university."

"Oh."

Fuuko didn't know what to feel. She seemed to have forgotten how to breathe as well.

"What do you think?" he asked her, grey eyes boring into her as if he was trying to read her most hidden thoughts.

She smiled the brightest smile she could muster. "I think that's wonderful."

She could tell that there were so many things running through his head but he chose to stay mum, bottling it up inside. Instead he just reached for her hair and pulled her in for a kiss but his heart wasn't in it.

The truth of the matter was she wanted nothing more than for him to stay. She had wasted so much time trying to decipher how she felt that she didn't allow herself to just feel. And right now all she felt was love. For him. She wasn't sure if it was irony or bad luck that it would finally hit her right when he had to leave. And she just didn't think it was right to tell him now, because it would be so wrong to use her love to bribe for him to stay when he had a chance to go for a dream he'd had long before he had Fuuko.

In the next few days he had been quiet, reserved and distant as if the Tokiya they'd met in high school had resurfaced once more. But Fuuko decided to let him be even though she missed him immensely. Tokiya had always been a loner, he needed to stew in his own thoughts and she knew this was harder for him than it was for her. He had given her so much, so she would give him this.

Four days later he walked into her room, foregoing the polite act of knocking, looking visibly more ebullient. She placed the book she was reading on her bed, carefully putting a bookmark between the pages. She swung her feet and planted them firmly on the ground. She looked up at him expectantly, knowing he wouldn't just barge into her personal space without reason.

"I'm not going to accept the offer," he said decidedly.

Her mouth gaped open and her legs shot up to stand. "But Mi-chan! This is once in a lifetime chance. You've said it yourself, this was your dream and you wouldn't have applied for it if you're just going to throw it away."

Tokiya's eyes softened, the usual hardness of his jaws giving way to a more serene expression. "If there's anything that life has taught me, is that there are things that are more important than silly dreams."

He didn't need to say it. She knew he was doing this for her. He was willing to let everything go, for her.

"I love you."

Years later, she still wished she had a camera in tow at the look of utter shock and vulnerability on his face. The next time she would see it he would be down on one knee, looking a little older and wearing a suit.

"I love you so much. You brought me happiness that I didn't even know existed."

When he still didn't say anything she walked up to, coiled her arms around his neck and kissed him for all she was worth.

"You mean it?"

And he said it in such a boyish manner that it made her heart break a little. After all was said and done, Tokiya Mikagami was once just a boy who lost everyone he loved so early in life and hungered for that love more than anything in the world.

"With everything in me," she whispered against his lips.

His arms held her so tightly she felt like her lungs were closing in on her but she didn't mind it at all. Not when he was kissing her so fiercely it made her heart burn. She couldn't tell whose hand belonged to who as they both desperately clung to each other, wanting to feel everything and everywhere at once.

The moment her hand slipped down his pants and past his boxers, Tokiya launched into sputtering coughs. He broke their kiss hastily and wide grey eyes stared at her as if she were part of an alien invasion.

"Fuuko?"

She smirked at him and squeezed his still sleeping member.

"Oh shit, you sure?"

Fuuko threw her head back and laughed. "So sure!"

He sputtered some more, unfocused eyes blinking rapidly. "Oh shit, I didn't, I wasn't really expecting this," he blubbered out without thought.

She kissed him, letting her tongue slip out to taste his lips. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you," she teased with a wink. She withdrew from him and sat at the end of her bed, eyes scanning his form. "Strip."

"What?" That wasn't what he expected.

Fuuko pouted prettily. "Mi-chan, you've seen me without clothes on so many times and I think it's only fair that I get to explore you this time around."

Tokiya gazed at her for a moment before deciding he was a complete dumbass for even thinking about it. He hurriedly removed his clothes; he wasn't going to dance for her or anything like that. He'd need more practice for that kind of seduction.

And when he was left with nothing her eyes zoomed in on his cock, which wasn't as erect as he wanted it to be. He would make it clear to her later that he was very nervous. Although from the look in her eyes, it didn't seem like she minded it that much.

"I think I just shed a tear."

Her grin was wide and naughty. She moved forward and pulled him towards her until he was standing right in front of her, his crotch level with her face. "You tired, baby?" she said teasingly.

He flushed with embarrassment. "A little, just give me a moment. I'll get it up." He moved his hand as if to stroke his manhood but she blocked him.

"I'll help you with that," she hummed, looking up at him through her eyelashes. She brought her fingers up and strummed it across his length before cupping the heavy twin sacs at the base. She placed a soft kiss at the head of his cock.

"Oh fuck," he groaned.

His hands dropped to the top of her head as she began tracing the veins of his penis with her tongue. His cock popped like one of those jack in the boxes, poking her in the chin. "That was fast," she muttered, surprised.

"Well, what did you expect? Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this?" he said with a grin.

He put his hands on her cheeks and angled her head so her face was perfectly aligned with his erection. She opened her mouth, forming a perfect O with her lips and let him slip inside. She felt so full of him, she swore he got even bigger as she sucked the head of his cock, tongue rolling around the tip as she lapped up his salty taste.

"Suck harder, baby," he commanded. One hand dropped to her tits to play with her nipples through her shirt as the other tangled itself on her hair.

She hummed sweetly around his thick cock and the hand cupping his sac started massaging him.

"Fuck, that feels good," he groaned. "I'm getting so close."

Fuuko's eyes smiled seductively as she began bobbing her head up and down his length, her hand not letting up the sweet torture on his balls.

"I'm going to cum," he warned her.

Fuuko stilled him with a hand on his hips. Tokiya could've sworn he had died and gone to heaven. With a loud cry he emptied himself onto her awaiting mouth; she swallowed hot white spurts of his seed like it was a tasty snack.

He dropped his hands on her shoulders, breathing raggedly and legs feeling heavy and liquid.

Fuuko looked up at him and only then did he notice that her soft, pretty hand was still wrapped around him. "Still hard?" she asked, her eyes wide.

Tokiya smirked at her. "Didn't I tell you? Once I get going there's no stopping me. You're in for a long night, Fuuko."

She squealed delightedly as he caught her by the waist and threw her on the bed. He crawled up to her on all fours until they were face to face once more.

"Now you strip," he said.

"Why? You seem to like doing that yourself," she returned.

He looked to the side as if he were in deep thought. "You know what, you're right."

She screamed childishly as he began wrestling her clothes away from her. He started with her shirt and ended with her socks until she was completely naked underneath him.

"Now we're both naked, what should we do?" he asked innocuously.

"I heard they had a special on the Spanish Habsburgs on the history channel tonight," she answered cheekily.

He pursed his lips for a moment. "Tempting but I think I prefer sex."

She put a finger under her chin and nodded scholastically. "Very well then, condoms are on the first drawer of my night table."

Tokiya arched an eyebrow. "And why may I ask do you have condoms in your night table?"

Fuuko snaked her arms around his neck, bringing his lips close. "Considering how much you perv on me, I figured a girl best be prepared."

He bowed his head reverently. "You are as hot as you are wise."

"Crazy!"

She pulled his head down, their lips meeting each other in a scorching, mind-blowing, panty-wetting (if she were wearing panties that is) kiss. The kiss rapidly went from lovable to practically fucking, his mouth devouring hers hungrily as pushed their bodies together. She could feel his cock pressing against her nether lips, sliding between the outer lips of her swollen vagina.

His hands caressed her body wantonly, paying special attention to her breasts as if he was checking to make sure that her nipples were hard and erect like he wanted before he slipped his hands between their sweaty stomachs. Fingers explored her wet channel until they were coated with her warm juices.

Fuuko heard the screeching of wood as Tokiya opened her night drawer. One hand continued to fuck her as another blindly searched for the box of condoms. Personal items dropped onto the floor before he finally found his purchase. He tore away her lips from hers and she cried from the loss. He handed her the packet of condom as he sat on his haunches in front of her.

She clumsily sat up. Her hands shook as she ripped the plastic packet apart. She carefully rolled down the yellow latex over his fully erect cock and felt her skin tingle with every moan he emitted when their skins made contact.

Tokiya pulled her against him so her knees were on either side of his legs. She placed her hands on his shoulders to keep steady as she lowered her slit onto his eager cock until he was seated deep inside her. Fuuko felt light-headed at the sensation of being filled with him.

"Oh fuck, you're so hot," he muttered before kissing her once more.

Her hips moved along with his hands as she began riding him, his thick length hitting all the right spots inside her. His mouth latched onto her naked neck, sucking the skin as he muttered curses in his throat.

"C-cumming," she groaned, not caring if he heard her or not.

He pushed her shoulders and they both fell back on the bed. He gripped her thighs and maneuvered them to wrap around his hips. He raised himself on his knees to get a better leverage. At this angle, he thrust in her with increased speed and pushed even deeper inside she swore she could feel his cock at the back of her throat.

Her breasts bounced around wildly as his thrusts became more frenzied. The coil low in her stomach was close to bursting and she couldn't even recognize her own voice as she pleaded for him to not stop.

"I'm never going to stop baby," he breathed against her lips. "I'm going to keep loving you again and again and again."

And one hard push of his hips was all it took to have her crumbling into a hard climax. Her bones felt like liquid heat as her pussy clenched around him on its own accord.

Tokiya cried out her name as he reached his own climax, his back and his thighs stiffening as all the blood in his body flowed down to the very center of his pleasure.

He dropped his weight heavily on her, both too tired to do anything but catch their breaths. The mixed scents of their sex and sweat wafted through the air, wrapping them in a gratifying haze.

Fuuko didn't know how long it took for her to be able to open her eyes. She felt secure under the heavy weight of Tokiya's body, his warmth encasing her. She lifted her hand lethargically and brushed his fringe away from his forehead.

"You should go."

It took Tokiya a long moment to understand what she was saying.

"I don't want to. I'm scared," he answered honestly.

"What are you scared of?"

"That I'm going to lose this feeling," he said, feeling shameful in his insecurity.

"If something as little as distance is going to make you stop loving me then we should just end it right here," she replied without batting an eyelash.

He shook his head. "Never," he said with conviction. "What if you stop loving me?"

She gave him a soft smile. "You'll just have to trust me."

He did trust her. With his whole heart. "Before I leave, can you promise me one thing?"

Her eyes fluttered sleepily. "What is it?"

"Can I fuck your tits?"

She had enough energy to smack the side of his head.

"I'm kidding!" he cried before following it shortly with a muttered, "sort of."

Tokiya raised himself up on his elbows so he could look at her face clearly. "Can you promise to marry me?"

He almost laughed at the look of mild panic in her eyes.

"Not now of course. We haven't even finished school, that's just insane. But down the road, do you think we could get married?" he asked, his voice laced with sincerity.

Fuuko's lips thinned into a smile. "I wouldn't mind being married to you, Mr. Mikagami."

"Good," he said then added as an afterthought, "how about the other request?"

"Maybe if you're a good boy," she teased.

Three years after he collected his trust fund and two years after he graduated from medical school, Fuuko proudly proclaimed that she and Tokiya were not dating. They decided to settle for being married instead.

Owari

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