“Yeah?”
“Melissa! I swear if he doesn’t
come to practice today-”
“What do you want me to do about
it? He never goes to practice anymore.”
“And I know you wish he did!
Seriously, he needs to come to this one!”
Melissa sighed, “I’ll see what I
can do.”
Momoi squealed on the other end
of the phone before Melissa hung up on her. It was true that Melissa wished her
boyfriend would go to his practices, he always seemed happier after them,
calmer, not that he’d admit it. But he was a wild animal, if you pressed him
too far he’d just walk away.
She hauled herself up and began
to make her way to where she knew he would be. The roof was isolated, quiet,
there was none of the chatter of the type of people who annoyed Aomine. He was
stretched out on the ground, hands folded in a pillow behind his head, eyes
closed and breathing deep. Many would think he was asleep, but Melissa knew
better.
“You have to go to practice.
Momoi’s orders.”
He groaned, but made no other
acknowledgement that he’d heard her.
“Come on.” She whined, “I want to go home but I can’t leave until you’re
at practice!”
He groaned again, his nose
twitching as if to ward off an itch.
She frowned. She loved him, she
really did. But sometimes, he was impossible. Fine, she would play whatever
cards were necessary to get him off this roof. She placed her bag on the ground,
strode over to Aomine and sat squarely on his hips. Aomine’s eyes shot open,
but Melissa was no amateur. Her legs were closed, just enough that he could
barely see the dark blue lace underneath her skirt. His hands unfolded,
reaching down to squeeze her hips, a smirk settling on his face.
“How about we just stay here
instead?” His low voice rumbled and Melissa felt it run through his body, but
she was on a mission.
She leaned down, noting how
Aomine’s eyes flickered and stayed for a moment too long at the sight down her
shirt, and the tip of matching midnight lace he could see there. Honestly, he
was too predictable. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she lay atop him.
Her lips brushed his jaw as she spoke, “how about a deal?” She fingered his
tie, shrugging her hips back a bit and sitting upright. She could see the flash
in his eyes as he watched her above him and she inwardly rolled her eyes. She
wrapped the tie around her fist and pulled him up to sit with her. Her lips
moved to his ear,
“You like it when I top you?”
She circled her hips, keeping
her pressure light, but it was enough to get him focused. His hands forced her
hips down, shoving their lower bodies together in a rough move that could only
be Aomine’s. She was losing, she could feel it. She could feel herself melting
against the man below her, shivers trembling down her spine as he sucked at her
neck. As much as she knew about him, he knew just as much about her.
“Aomine,” she whispered in a
hushed voice, grasping his head between her hands and forcing his lips to hers.
He eagerly kissed back, his tongue swirling around hers. She threw his tie down
beside her, fingers flying to the buttons of his shirt and undoing them one
after the other. She couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped her lips as she
smoothed her hands over his muscled chest, she couldn’t stop her body from
leaning into him, falling into him. His hands tangled in her hair, losing
himself in her. He could feel her popping the button of his pants and he lifted
himself so she could force them past his thighs until they were lost with his
shirt.
Then she stood up, ripping
herself away from him and forcing herself not to feel the cold that came from
being apart. He looked at her, eyebrows tilted up in question. Her top buttons
were undone, that blue lace peeking out and tempting him. Her hair was messy
from where his hands had grasped it, her lips were full from where he’d been
kissing her. Damn if his didn’t want to pull her back down.
She scampered around, scooping
up his clothes and shoving them into her bag. Rummaging in said bag- he couldn’t
believe this.
She tossed his basketball
practice clothes at him.
“Don’t give me that look!” She
said defensively, hugging her bag to her chest as if that would shield her from
the glare he was sending her.
“Go to practice. You won’t get
your clothes back otherwise.” She said, swinging herself over the ladder and
beginning to climb back down. “I’ll tell Momoi to call me when it’s over to
prove you went.”
“And you’re just going to go
home with my clothes?” He asked flatly.
She laughed, “I guess you’ll
have to come by later and get them, but I can’t promise I’ll let you put them
back on.” She winked, blowing him a kiss as she shut the door behind her.
Aomine couldn’t move for a
second, his mind full of rated R images, before he ran to get dressed and
sprinted off to practice.
*** Later that
night ***
“Yeah?” Melissa picked up her
phone.
“Melissa?” It was Momoi, “you’ll
have to tell me what you did! I haven’t seen him practice like that in such a
long time!” There was no answer, “Mel, you there?”
“Ah, yeah, I’m just-ah, I’ll
call you later.”
Momoi shrugged as Melissa abruptly
hung up on her. Melissa was a strange girl, she’d have to be to put up with
Aomine all the time.
Back in Melissa’s bedroom, she
lay on her back glaring at the man above her. “Baka, I told you to wai-aaahhh.”
He chuckled as he continued on, “I’ve
been waiting since the rooftop, no more waiting.”
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