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Music played softly in the background as Nanami drove towards your date destination. You looked beautiful, as always. He was enjoying your company, as always ... but something felt different. His eyes were still on the road but every now and then they glanced over to your bare legs in the passenger seat. It was the first time you wore a skirt. A soft crease formed between his brows while he crafted theories in his mind. When you were looking out the window, he glanced at your lips... no lipstick. He faced forward with knitted brows but the crease softened at the sound of your voice.
"Do you have a favorite art piece?"
"... actually, I'm not sure ..." he answered half shocked, "I haven't been to an art museum in a while so I look forward to going."
"Really?! This is one of my favorite places."
"That makes it all the more special."
He wanted to reach over and take your hand in his but he recalled how nervous you were the last time you two were together. Alone and on his couch. More importantly, how you seemed to shrink into yourself when his hands reached for your hips and how you kept repeating "I'm sorry, I can't,". He prided himself on being patient, when it mattered, and you mattered to him; so, he simply smiled at you instead.
Your eyes scanned the room and took in the large golden frames, various sculptures, and prints on the wall. Nanami happily followed you to the first thing that caught your eye. The two of you spent the next few minutes walking near each other, only to lean over then whisper about the artwork you were studying.
"How do you think they do it?"
"With patience and practice." he silently repeated the words to himself.
"I have an idea,"
The golden haired man faced you. Oddly enough, he looked like one of the men in the paintings in that moment. Strong and stern with a hidden softness that only the artist could capture.
"Why don't we split up and meet back here in thirty minutes? We can show each other our favorite piece."
"Okay," he nodded then watched you start to walk off.
You walked along a glass pane which held a large painting toward the center. He followed your every step on the opposite side and a smile blossomed on his face whenever you glanced back at him. When you reached the end and saw he wasn't there, your smile shrunk. However, our love drunken fool was standing in the center of the painting, watching the scene unfold. When he thought about it, he felt light like a Monet painting. As his eyes scanned the artwork on the walls, he couldn't help but see your face.
You were standing in front of a sculpture when he approached you from behind.
"Has it been thirty minutes already?"
"No," he slid his hands in his pockets "I just couldn't resist."
The soft laugh that came from you filled his heart. He read the title card of the sculpture, Psyche Revived By Cupid's Kiss.
"Are you familiar with their story?"
"I am. You kind of remind me of him."
The corner of his lip turned up, "How?"
"You hide yourself sometimes ... at least until you trust others."
He looked forward and tried not to smirk at your well thought analysis.
As you two stood side by side once again, you felt his fingertips brush against your hand. Without hesitation, you took them in yours.
Your heart beat faster as you crossed the threshold. He helped you out of your jacket then set aside your purse while you took off your shoes. The wheels turned and creaked in your mind as he offered you a drink. You responded with your choice of poison before making your way to the couch - where it always started and ended. Kento's shoulders dropped slightly when his eyes landed on you sitting on the couch. He studied your frame as he handed you your glass. Grateful for the liquid courage, you quietly thanked him and hoped it would ease your anxieties.
Too nervous to stay still, you rose to your feet and studied what little art Nanami did have on the wall.
"Do these mean anything?"
He stayed in his seat "No, not really. It's just for decoration."
"Hm ... If you did have art with meaning though, what would you have?" you faced him with a playful smirk.
He sipped his drink to hide the effect you were having on him. "Well," he stood then walked toward you "Psyche revived by Cupid's kiss."
"Oh, you're just saying that because we saw it earlier."
"No, I'm saying that because it means something to me."
When you felt his hands hold your face, you backed into the table behind you.
"What's that?" you held his gaze.
He pressed his lips against yours in a soft and tender kiss in response. His body felt warm as your hands finally held him for the first time that night. Within minutes, you ended up where you always do on nights like this: the couch, his couch, with him hovering over you and your fingers starting to comb through his hair when you say,
"I cant, I'm sorry." you cover your face.
His hands pressed into the couch cushion.
"What's wrong?" his hands gently pull yours away from your face, "You can talk to me."
Your eyes dart to the wall then back up at him "I'm just a bit ... embarrassed. I try to control myself around you but I can't."
A soft smile showed on his face "You don't have to."
"I know but ... I don't want to get my hopes up and it doesn't last." your eyes flicked up at him "Us, I mean. Not the sex." You chuckled nervously from the simple misunderstanding and covered your face again.
He smiled to himself as he pulled your hands down again.
"Hi."
You grinned, "Hi."
He cupped your cheek in his hand, "Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?"
Your heart skipped a beat when he continued to caress your skin as you tried to find the words.
"Because I don't know who I am around you. It's like I become this whole other person..."
His hazel eyes noticed the softness and slight fear in your eyes paired with the small sound of your voice. The softness coupled with the ounce of fear and the hope that he'd understand. When he placed a gentle kiss on your lips and felt you grip the sides of his shirt, he suppressed a moan.
"You're my girlfriend," and possibly my wife, he thought to himself "and there's nowhere else I'd rather be than by your side."
Your lips faltered when you tried to respond but he saw the tears form in your eyes and only saw fit to wipe them away.
"I'm your what?"
"You're my girlfriend," and Mrs. Kento-in-waiting, he planted a kiss on your forehead.
His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth which was stuck in a shocked grin, "What?"
"Nothing... it's... we haven't had that talk yet and I didn't know..." you ended the sentence with a chuckle.
"I should've made it more obvious," Nanami gave you another gentle kiss then got up from the couch. He grabbed your glasses and headed toward the kitchen "We can talk if that's what you wa--"
It took everything he had to not drop the glass cups when you tugged on his shirt and pulled him toward you in a kiss. The two of you held onto each other as he walked backwards to the nearest counter top and set the glasses down. You let out a loud laugh when he picked you up unexpectedly and carried you to his room.
His kisses started out sweet and innocent but with each second he spent holding you, gripping your skin, you felt his hunger. It'd been a while so you couldn't blame him. Plus you were wearing that skirt. Not to mention, the way you purposely left those top buttons undone on your blouse. He was hovering over you again, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck when he confessed "I lied earlier when I was talking about my favorite art piece. It wasn't that painting I pointed out. It's you."
Despite the compliment and the sincerity behind it, he saw the slight doubt in your eyes.
"You're gorgeous and no picture can ever fully capture that."
You smirked and laughed.
"You don't believe me?"
"I didn't say that," you sat up slightly and he moved to give you some space.
"What is it then?"
You tilted your head as you mulled it over then nodded "Okay, maybe I don't believe it."
Although you tried to play it off, Nanami still had that aura of stern softness on his face.
"Would it help if I show you?"
A smirk showed then and you felt something you'd only felt on lonely nights; yet this time you weren't alone or lonely. Your nod gave Nanami the permission he needed and so desperately craved. Despite his seemingly insatiable appetite for you, he moved with a slow, passionate deliberateness. His tongue pushed into your mouth as his hands wrapped around your torso, with his legs straddling you so you didn't have anywhere to go. He wanted you all to himself. He wanted to cherish you. He wanted to treat you like art, a masterpiece. Careful, slow and steady, meticulous.
His mouth worked down your neck and made a short visit to your chest. Your breath picked up as his kisses continued downward, slowly peeling away the layers that were between you two. His eyes looked up at you when he slipped off your skirt. A small smirk rested on his face when he saw your brows go up and mouth part slightly in anticipation.
The soft kisses on your inner thigh elicited a moan from you. The sound alone was enough for him then but he wouldn't stop. Not because he wasn't satisfied but because he wasn't done worshipping you yet. Your noises filled the room as he licked, nipped, and sucked on you. When your hands gripped at his hair, he moaned and you felt the hum move throughout your body. He pushed his tongue deeper to get more of your taste.
"Na- Ken-," your thighs started to close in on him but he didn't budge. When you started to push him away, he felt conflicted. He decided to pull back slightly, "Do you want me to stop?"
"I-" you moaned at your ongoing orgasm and he gently rubbed at your bud.
"Fuck, Nanami." you whined softly as you pressed your head deeper into the pillows.
His fingers moved in a slow circular motion as he inched closer to your face "Do you want me stop?" he asked again softly then put his mouth on your nipple. The feeling of his tongue going over your flesh gave you goosebumps.
"N-no," you stammered with eyes shut.
"Are you sure?" his fingers moved a bit faster at your bud.
You started to pant and nodded helplessly. He smiled at the scene then kissed your cheek, "I won't go easy on you." His fingers slipped inside of you effortlessly as his mouth attached itself to your bud once more. You cried out and gripped his hair which made him grunt... which made you cum... which only made him push his tongue deeper into you.
You moaned then moved against his mouth. He wouldn't admit it but he was already thinking about wedding bands in his head then. When you came on his fingers, he pulled them out and replaced them with his tongue.
"I can't take it!" you clutched onto his sheets which you perfectly ruined as soon as you two started this little dance. He pulled back for a short moment only to say "Yes, you can," he kissed your bud "you're doing so good."
"Nanami," you whimpered as he continued to make out with your cunt. He wasn't satisfied until you started to climax and even then he wasn't done.
Moments later, he was pounding into you, gripping the headboard in one hand and holding yours in the other. At one point, you both heard a crack but didn't pay it any mind. He was kissing your face and neck until he started to reach his own climax; when he buried his head in the crook of your shoulder and grunted repeatedly. You were already on your umpteenth wave of ecstasy by then. All you could do was clutch onto him and that was enough.
This must be what it's like to feel at peace, Nanami held you in a warm embrace. The last few minutes consisted of you two being like this. Holding each other, drawing imaginary lines on skin, and smiling whenever you looked into the other person's eyes. The only difference was that his smile remained even when his eyes weren't locked on yours. He couldn't look away and he didn't want to, even if it did seem creepy.
You noticed the soft look on his face, "What?"
"I'm just admiring you, that's all."
He didn't expect you to say anything back but he was grateful for your small smile.
"I was going to wait but I think now is a good time."
You watched him with raised brows as he reached for something. He handed you a postcard which had your favorite piece of artwork on the cover. You took it in your hands then flipped it over and read his handwriting on the back:
Truly beautiful but I can think of something better.
When you looked at him, you saw the sparkle in his eyes.
"Thank you."
He held your face in his hands and kissed your forehead.
Normally, he'd be making coffee by now but he decided to indulge himself. Besides, how could he leave you in bed alone? He didn't want you to wake up and think the worst. You could talk a good game but you were the nervous type. He traced the curve of your brow lightly with his fingertip and chuckled when you crinkled your nose.
When you did wake up, he was there, ready to greet you with a soft smile. You were half awake and only heard the word 'breakfast' to which you just nodded. He chuckled to himself when you held onto his hand as he tried to get out of bed. A gentle blush spread across his cheeks as he sat down by your side again.
"Take all the time you need." he rested his lips against your forehead for a brief moment then caressed your cheek, which would become a daily habit. With your eyes still shut, you took his hand in yours and kissed it, tucking it under your chin as if it were for safekeeping. Nanami found himself moving closer to you so you could rest your head in his lap.
After a few minutes, he reluctantly left the room to cook breakfast and so you could get more rest if need be. Soon the smell of whatever he was making woke you from your dreams. You held your hands behind your back as you stepped into the kitchen. When he faced you, he felt the blood rush to his cheeks at the sight of you in his shirt and boxers.
"Do you have to work today?"
He leaned against the counter as he took in the view of his favorite artwork "I can be a few minutes late."
Later, when his colleague asked why he was late, Nanami simply responded "I had some important business to tend to."