#the sgao stands for suguri/aoi

[sexysilverstrider]

Playful Star | SGAO

   The stars were pretty tonight.

   Aoi adjusted her seat on the bench. While the area she was in was quite secluded, it wasn’t that barren. The amount of noise that she heard was plenty from afar, but it was still peaceful enough for her to have a peace of mind.

   “Aoi.”

   Ba-dump!

   Ah, there was also another reason.

   Head turned to the left; black eyes twinkled in glee at the presence of one boy. “That’s me,” she casually replied, voice lilted with a gleeful chirp.

   Ba-dump!

   Oh, he truly couldn’t be calm around her.

   Trembled mouth pursed to hide back a giddy laugh. “Here you go,” he calmly said, one hand handing out a water bottle. Once it was out of his grasp, Kieran took a seat next her.

   His eyes never left her.

   “Thank you.”

   He saw her smile. It was charming, Beautiful. Enticing even.

   The little distance they had were too far. Too far.

   One finger pushing the rim of her glasses, Aoi uncapped the bottled water. Facing the beautiful view of the hills and meadow in front of them, she took a gulp of water.

   Amber eyes darted to her throat. It bobbed lightly as water slid down her throat. Pupils dilated slightly—just the slightest—as he kept his gaze fixated on the beautiful sight. It was then that thoughts bubbled in his mind. A thought of what it was like to brush his fingers on the smooth skin of her neck. A thought of the faint scent of vanilla that might have come from her every time they were close. A thought of making a cute necklace so that he could place it around her neck.

   A thought of his mouth, parted and lightly panting, placed on her neck—

   “Kieran?”

   Pupils shrunk at the sound of her voice.

   “Ah, yes?” Quickly, Kieran recollected himself. His back straightened. Strands of black and violet hair draped down his face at the minor jolt he had given himself.

   Aoi handed him the half-empty bottle. “Do you want some?” With a small smile, she lightly shook the bottle. The water in it sloshed quietly, attracting the boy’s attention only for a mere second.

   She didn’t realize. Thank Arceus, she didn’t realize.

   His mouth remained agape. However, after a second blink, he swiftly pressed his lips shut and coughed meekly. “S-Sure…” Gloveless hand took the bottle. Their fingers brushed, and Kieran felt like scolding himself to feel his heart scraping its way out of his ribcage. Without a thought, he gulped the rest of the contents down.

   “So, what’s on your mind, Kieran?”

   A loud cough basically broke out by the sudden question.

   Surprise and guilt shook the girl. Immediately, Aoi rubbed his back. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to startle you!” Tease him? Yes, constantly. Scare him? Not really.

   Cheeks flushed in embarrassment, Kieran softly tapped his chest. “It’s not you.” It’s me, damn it. “I just…” Ah, what reason would he give after showing such a shameful reaction? Wet lips pursed. Hand holding the bottle tightened. Kieran looked up at the beautiful night sky.

   Black eyes glistened behind mottled sunglasses.

   Aoi was a patient girl. Well, more patient than Nemona, that’s for sure. Anticipation always became her drive to do anything. Determination was a solid pillar that she sat atop on. She was often a playful person, good with words and easy with smiles. The many reasons for her fame in Naranja Academy weren’t just because of her battling prowess. Aoi had a natural charm about her that made her loved and respected by many. She had many traits about herself; some she already knew and some she was still realizing.

   And ever since she reunited with Kieran, Aoi started to learn another thing about her: Greedy.

   She looked at him, heart a flitter and eyes a flutter. Feeling a bit devilish, the girl scooted closer.

   Their hands touched.

   She felt mean if she were to giggle at his adorable grumble.

   “I—!” Finally, he looked at her, a cute frown accompanied by beet red cheeks. “It’s nothing, Aoi…” Decided that he had enough of embarrassing himself over his huge crush, the boy huffed.

   Fuck, he was too cute!

   “Come on.” Never one to give up, Aoi playfully nudged his shoulder with her own. “Tell me.” She knew that if she pressed further, he would eventually relent. A smile swirled into something impish, she nudged him again.

   Kieran knew what she was doing. This was not the first time.

   “Mmm mmm.” He shook his head. Despite his insistence, Kieran never moved away. Hell, his right hand sheepishly grasped her left hand, fingers traced and laced together until they’re intertwined.

   Her lower lip jutted out. “Tell me, Kieran.” She bumped his shoulder again. Her left fingers gave a little squeeze, and Aoi wanted to whimper to feel his fingers squeezing and brushing her own back.

   Amber met black. Even hidden behind sunglasses, Kieran gulped to see the dazzling sparkle of her eyes. “Nothing,” was all he said, head then turned to face the meadow before them.

   Like him, she never gave up that easily.

   “Tell meeeee,” she started whining. Unbecoming of Champion that struck terror and awe into the hearts of her opponents, Aoi gently bumped her forehead against his right shoulder. “Pretty please?” She looked up, eyes twinkling at the sight of the boy she loved so much.

   He didn’t budge.

   She was both impressed and annoyed.

   It was then that she decided to use her secret weapon.

   Without a word, she took off her sunglasses—one would wonder why the hell the girl was wearing sunglasses in the first place at night—and placed them on an empty spot on her right. She let her left fingers be remained in his grasp; he wasn’t planning on letting go anyways. Black eyes now clearer under the glistening gleam of the moon, Aoi gave a firm stare at Kieran.

   One second, he was quietly curious at her actions.

   The next, a scream almost did peep out to feel his shoulder being pulled and lips brushing the shell of his right ear.

   “Pretty please, sweetheart?”

   Oh, that was the last straw.

   Aoi should be proud at what she could do to him. She should be huffing in pride that she could break the boy—in a good way—with her actions and words. She should be standing at the highest peak in the Terrarium for being the only person to see Kieran in his most adorable state.

   Alas, that delight died in a ditch once she felt her body being pulled closer.

   “You ask for it.”

   Black eyes widened. Mouth parted to a silent gasp at the feel of a warm mouth on her neck.

   Chup…

   It was a cold night, yet her body felt warm very fast.

   Taking advantage of her shock and indulging completely in his desire, Kieran wrapped her waist with his free arm. Mouth gasping like a thirsty man, chup…he planted another kiss on her neck.

   She smelled intoxicating.

   Left hand slid upwards. Palm pressed firmly on her back. Eyes closed shut, Kieran nuzzled his nose on such soft skin. Her scent lit his heart ablaze. She must’ve had taken a shower a few hours, for she smelled fresh and warm. Lost in a haze of hunger, he continued pressing little pecks on her neck.

   Chu… One right below her left ear.

   Chu… One on a spot close to her vein.

   Chuuu… One on the line of her collarbone.

   She was soft. So soft.

   She smelled nice. So nice.

   Hot lips stayed on a spot on her neck, so close to where her throat bobbed frantically. He cupped a single spot, silent and still as a single thought raced through his mind.

   She was his. All his.

   “K-Kieran…”

   Amber eyes snapped open.

   Realization hitting him like a brick, Kieran immediately let her go. “I—sorry!” Hands were raised up in her air, palms spread as they levelled on either side of his head.

   Amidst the darkness that enveloped around them, he could clearly see such vivid crimson on her face.

   Aoi looked at him, eyes just as popping and mouth pressed tight. Hands flew to hot cheeks, thumbs brushing over hotter spots that Kieran had kissed. In all honesty, never would she have expected him to ambush her in such an attack. Yes, ever since they reunited and made up, Aoi could see that the boy had potential to be irrational and volatile.

   She knew that and yet, she still pressed his buttons.

   “Are you angry at me…?”

   Blown-out pupils looked at the darling Blueberry trainer she loved so much. He looked so guilty. So sad.

   Ah, she felt like doing it again.

   Hands dropped to her lap, Aoi coughed meekly. Trying to don a mask of dignity that failed fabulously, she fixed her gaze at him. “No,” she swiftly replied, wanting to remove the sense of guilt and sorrow that he solely did not deserve.

   She watched as he breathed a sigh of relief.

   A smile was bitten back. Poorly.

   “I mean, I did ask.” Braver of the two, Aoi sheepishly held his hands. Not once did he flinch at her touch, and this only bloomed the joy in her rapidly beating heart. “And I did get my answer.” Eyes still locked on his adorably red face. She brought his right palm to her pretty pink lips.

   Chu.

   His breathing hitched inside a suddenly dry throat.

   “Thank you for answering, sweetheart.”

   A low groan rumbled in his mouth to see the beautifully sly smile hidden behind his palm.

   Feeling both defeated and elated, Kieran once again pulled her closer. This time, the action was much gentler, much more obvious. This allowed Aoi to spread her arms wide open before happily wrapping them around his neck. His own arms, shaking still, hugged around her waist, around his favourite spot where his arms should be.

   “You’re impossible, honey…” His voice, soft and shy, lulled closely to her right ear. The sound of her laughter only made him tighten his hold. Breathing out a sigh—which then made her shiver slightly—Kieran rested his chin on her shoulder and slowly swayed their bodies left and right.

   Her head cocked slightly by their height, Aoi flashed the brightest smile that rivalled the sun. “And you love me for that juuust like how much I love you.”

   Ah, how her heart screamed in utmost glee to hear his soft, affectionate, “I know. And I really love you. Very much.”

   The stars were truly pretty tonight.

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