| Fan Fiction |
by mari
He was nervous.
As elegant and composed as ever, Erika gracefully made introductions. Smiling and laughing as she maneuvered through the guests, resplendent in even a simple blue dress and white cardigan, her luxurious hair pulled into a loose bun at her nape.
It was a small, unimposing party by all accounts. Young people from various walks of life. Makisan’s friends from Tokyo Daigaku. Coworkers. Yumiko, sitting with Kamenashisan and presiding over the proceedings with queenly amusement, waved to him from across the room. From the gleam in her eyes, visible even from the distance, she guessed at Jun’s unease that most would overlook as haughtiness or seriousness. Really, there was no reason for the discomfort, the awkward inability to make his arms fold naturally.
And it’s not like he was meeting her parents or anything. Besides re-meeting her little sister, who greeted him with perfect friendliness, he hadn’t even met Erika’s friends yet.
Erika was his lodestone, both physically and emotionally. Her slight arm slung through his, silken hair against his shoulder infiltrating his mind with its uniquely intoxicating fragrance. His gaze returned again and again to her, crinkling lashes and irrepressible quirky smile. Meanwhile he longed to be alone with her, to unpin her chignon, clothed only in the glory of her long hair…
Reign it in son, he imagined Sho kun would warn him.
In an attempt to gather his bearings, he excused himself by offering to get drinks from the bar. Innocently unaware of their effect on his constitution, she smiled at him and thanked him with a squeeze of his hand.
Jun breathed deeply, unconsciously slouching back, sliding his hands into his pockets and making his way to the bar. He narrowed his eyes, noticing a man waiting by the bar, back leaned against the gleaming mahogany length, gazing idly about the room. The bar had several others crowded around it, but the man stood clearly distinct from them and their conversations. Jun noted with some amusement that he seemed oblivious to the avid attention a couple young women standing nearby, were affording him.
Curious, Jun approached the bar by him, placing his order, and then unconsciously adopted his companion’s stance. There was the low sound of thrumming as he began to tap his fingers to the music’s beat, and after a moment he began to hum surprisingly on key in a pleasant voice. Jun’s lips twitched a smile, and with sudden amused inspiration, joined in tapping with his foot on the offbeat, then slowly added the lower harmony to his companion’s melody. He wasn’t a natural singer, but easily held the notes after the enthusiastic voice lessons trained in childhood by his mother.
At first the only indication that his companion acknowledged his existence was the slight increase in volume of his humming. Jun likewise adjusted, and added greater rhythm to his tapping. Slowly he turned to meet his gaze, as they approached the crescendo, and Jun was hard-pressed to maintain his expression at the comical intensity of the man’s direct stare. Still maintaining eye contact with Jun, he sang the last line aloud, which Jun accompanied with an appropriate air guitar solo to finish with a flourish.
They regarded each other for a full second before bursting into laughter, and Jun bowed dramatically. “Matsumoto Jun desu. Doozo yoroshiku.”
The man repeated the gesture, though more humbly, smiling with that ridiculous baby face. “Hajimemashite, Ohno Satoshi desu. Doozo yoroshiku.”
Sardonic clapping met their ears, and Jun swiveled about to see a beautiful woman walking toward them. From the unsubtle brightness that came about Ohnosan’s expression, Jun guessed she was a significant contributor to his lack of notice of his female attention.
“I was wondering what was taking you so long,” the woman commented dryly, though Jun noted the affection illuminating her lovely, dark eyes.
Ohno smiled sheepishly. “Suman. I suppose I forgot what I was doing…”
She laughed. “You didn’t want to reenter the fray, ne,” she surmised shrewdly. She stopped suddenly, turning to Jun with a look of embarrassment. “Sumimasen. That was very rude of me. Inoue Mao desu.” She glanced at her boyfriend then back to Jun. “Ohchan no tomodachi?”
He bowed. “Matsumoto Jun desu. Actually, we just met now.”
Inouesan blinked, as if contemplating the possible significance of his name, then exclaimed, “Matsumoto Jun wa Erika no…?”
“Hai, Erika no,” he confirmed dryly. ****this just means literally Erika's possession*****
“Atashi wa Erika no shinyuu,” Inouesan told him smiling. “Jah,” she continued, still glancing from one to the other, “I came to tell you that Erika is here. Though,” she added with a quirky smile, “I suppose you see her more than I do anyway.”
You see her more than I do anyway? Matsujun pondered the words with incomprehension.
But the bartender returned with the drinks and Inoue and Ohno were bantering flirtatiously in the exclusive way of new lovers, absolutely absorbed in one another, and Jun didn’t bother to ask. He did however trail behind them, drinks in hand, as they ambled slowly through the knots of people, thinking that Ohno Satoshi rang a bell somewhere in his consciousness, though he couldn’t say where he’d heard it before.
Erika was busy chatting with Yumiko and Kamenashi, her face lit with laughter as Yumiko finished an amusing story. His eyes remained aimed on her, a little smile on his lips he could not suppress. As if drawn by his gaze, he watched, mesmerized as her head tilted slightly and met his eyes. There was something strikingly intimate about their expression. Her lips parted, and she smiled, visibly brightening. He found himself grinning foolishly back, indicating the drinks with both hands, and was rewarded by her tinkling laughter.
Inouesan noted the exchanged with an expression he could not read, though she did smile brightly and said, “Eeee what's this? Anatatachi wa kawaii!”
Erika made a face at her friend. “Urusee. Still,” she modified with comic thoughtfulness. “You’ve brought my boyfriend back so I suppose I’ll be nice.”
“Doomo arigatoo gozaimasu,” Mao replied with an exaggerated bow. ***very polite thank you****
After that introduction, Jun felt a bit awkward sliding past Mao to sit beside Erika. Inouesan and Ohno joined them on the two chairs adjacent, and despite Kamenashi excusing himself to join his girlfriend, it was a snug seating arrangement. Erika took her drink smiling cutely, seemingly oblivious of the maddening warmth of her silken thigh by necessity against his. Jun swallowed as Erika dropped one hand against her side, just brushing his leg with its smooth satin sleeve, and turned to glance back at Inouesan.
“I don’t know if you were properly introduced. This is my best friend Maochan. We are from the same town,” Erika informed him, pausing as they exchanged polite greetings. “And this guy here is my boss, Ohno Satoshi.”
Ohnosan was regarding Erika with amusement. “The way you say that, ‘this guy here’ sort of sounds strange when followed by ‘my boss.’”
“That’s because she’s really your mother,” Inoue retorted teasingly.
“Mah mah,” Erika interrupted hastily. “You don’t need to say these weird things.”
Meanwhile Jun suddenly realized why his name seemed familiar. A couple years ago Shokun had received tickets to one of Ohno Satoshi’s art exhibits through a client, and brought Jun along with him (of course he couldn’t just get a girlfriend, ne). He vaguely remembered it being very beautiful and abstract, but extremely impressionable. Jun glanced at Ohno, and then back to Erika who was regarding him with a somewhat anxious expression, and smiled. It was amazing to see her eyes relax, that intimate smile blooming on her lips. He had not realized that perhaps he was not the only nervous one.
“I’m surrounded by too many young couples. I feel very old tonight,” Yumiko commented dryly after witnessing their behavior.
Jun’s lips twitched. “Yumiko is already midthirties, nee” he drawled with a challenging smile he knew he would be hit for.
“Only thirty two!” Yumiko retorted, indeed smacking his hand lightly.
After the laughter which ensued died down, Erika leaned forward slightly, with the movement, letting one hand slide against his thigh. Jun cleared his throat. “Demo,” she began, apparently not noticing, “I didn’t hear how you found him.”
Mao grinned, taking a sip from her drink. “Oh those two were making a spectacle of themselves by the bar. I only caught the end of it, but they were rocking out to a song on the radio.”
Erika laughed incredulously, and this time her hand was definitely applying pressure as she moved closer to Jun. “Honto desu ka?”
“It seemed an ideal moment and an ideal song,” Jun replied, seriously wondering if Erika had any conscious notion of her actions. He removed one hand from his pocket to clasp her hand in his under the table.
“Well they are doing karaoke over there, maybe we need a demonstration,” Inoue suggested with a wicked smile.
Thus their party joined the main group of revelers by the karaoke screen, where Ohno and Jun were obliged to perform together. Jun was impressed, once more, at Ohno’s remarkable singing, effortlessly holding the melody with a clear, strong voice. However, after their initial performance, neither was inclined to repeat, but sat watching others. Both Erika and Mao sang some old SMAP songs which gained a great deal of enthusiasm from the other guests.
As the evening progressed Jun imbibed little, but few others similarly refrained. Erika joined him on a small bench, resting her head on his shoulder briefly before smiling up at him. “Nee Junkun, are you having fun?”
He couldn’t hear her well at first, especially distracted her softly glowing face and his own increasing inability to resist her. Still, he smiled, “Hai. I’m glad to be here with you.”
Her twinkling eyes and low laughter. “Even after performing to Queen for everyone.”
When did her hand find its way about his hand? He wondered how much she had been drinking. Jun felt his blood pulse beneath those slender fingers, callused fingertips catching upon his skin. He felt his lips crease to a smile, feeling strange upon his lips. “You mean, especially after performing Queen.”
It wasn’t unreasonable for her to lean forward, due to the hub of voices, volume aided by increased alcohol consumption, to murmur in his ear. The hand which rested casually upon his wrist, slid passed the smooth wooden seat, over the rough cord of his leather belt and finally found its home in his back pocket, went unnoticed by their companions. As did his intake of breath, inhaling the fascinating scent of her warm body resting against his. Her lovely, smooth face, smiling beatifically at those around her, belied the heat he felt rising from her moving, possessive fingers. As did her words; tickling, tantalizing breath against his ear, “I want you.”
Jun swallowed, finding increasing difficulty in maintaining his outward equilibrium. Really, she could have said anything, and it would have made equal sense to his brain.
He felt her breast rise and fall with a released breath, again shifting toward his ear. “Now.”
He watched her rise, smile pleasantly at their varyingly drunk companions who weren’t paying attention anyway, and made her way to the bathroom. Her downcast eyes as she turned away, spoke volumes.
Jun forced his shoulders to relax, crossing one leg to rest upon his knee—to keep myself from bolting after her? he wondered with grim amusement. A long sip from his martini, eyes casting about the room, noting that Mao and Ohno had apparently decided to take their pleasure elsewhere as they were nowhere to be found. Yumiko seemed to be in deep conversation with a couple of men he recognized from her firm. Maki and Kame were huddled in a corner, holding hands beneath their table. To the right—
Oh fuck it. He was going.
It was a single, private bathroom, thank God. He had enough bad experiences with bathrooms…. Erika wasted little time before drawing him to her, fingers caught upon his jacket’s lapels, kissing him deeply, as a man lost in the desert takes to well water. Her mouth against his was sweet; he could taste the fruity wine she drank. Despite her unrestrained passion, he could still savor the sweetness of those soft lips. Though usually closing his eyes in that instinctive manner when kissing, Jun often opened them immediately. He wanted to see her eyes, dancing with laughter and desire.
They broke contact briefly as Erika suffered through removing his clothing. The jacket had been easy, long discarded though he could not remember doing so. Laughter spilled forth from her sparkling eyes as she worked, murmuring breathlessly, “I swear they make this difficult on purpose.”
Jun snorted, assisting her in her ministrations. “This from the gender which invented the bra,” he retorted. He watched her for a moment, then did as he longed to; removing the pin restraining her long hair. It fell in dramatic waves, curled from the memory of its restraints.
She regarded him with wide eyes; her only movement besides the rise and fall of her chest were slender fingers behind her back, slowly unzipping her dress. “Come here.”
And he did.
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Word Bank
Hajimemashite: it's a pleasure to meet you
Doozo yoroshiku: please think well of me
suman: sorry
shinyuu: best friend
Anatatachi wa kawaii: you guys are cute!
urusee: shut up, rude
demo: but
hontoo desuka: really??
**look see? it's getting much smaller (the word bank)!! :p
btw the way, i swear this isn't a never ending story. i'll eventually finish, it just may take a little while until my winter break. anywayz thanks for reading!!!****