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Granting Favors	By : Eiji Category: +. to F > Flame of Recca Views: 9509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Hope you'll like this chapter. ^^

Disclaimer: Characters in the story aren’t mine. They belong to Nobuyuki Anzai.

Granting Favors

“Mi-chan!” Fuuko gasped when she felt Tokiya’s knees fold under him and realized that her supposedly solid foundation she hurled herself onto was falling. They collapsed on the bed behind Tokiya, knocking the breath out of them for a second or two. She quickly disentangled herself from him and braced her weight on her arms resting on either side of his head. “Are you okay?” she asked worriedly as she gazed down at him.

Silence greeted her as Tokiya remained unmoving beneath her, his eyes closed, his breaths becoming steady and deep.

“Hey, have you fallen asleep?” Fuuko asked when Tokiya didn’t answer her. She rolled herself off him and poked him lightly on his strong bare chest with a slender finger. “Mi-chan?”

Tokiya groaned, reached out and grabbed her hand to stop her annoying prodding to his person. And then, he promptly went back to sleep. Fuuko laughed softly as she pried her hand from his warm grasp.

The poor man, she thought as she brushed away a stray silver lock of hair that rested on his forehead, he must be totally exhausted because of the railway accident that happened a few days ago. Not knowing how long she stayed beside his prone form, Fuuko continued to watch Tokiya as he slept on.

Dark long eyelashes kissed his smooth pale cheeks, his slightly wet silver hair lay untamed on his dark blue bedspread, his red lips slightly parted as he breathed. He was beautiful, Fuuko conceded, as he always was since high school.

And as unreachable as ever.

The child of the wind shook her head as she got up. Walking toward the open doorway, she stopped and looked at the sleeping form behind her and smiled, “It’s nice to see you again, Mi-chan.” She said before turning off the lights and closing the door after her.

* * *

Tokiya Mikagami woke up with a start, his blue gaze quickly settling on the digital clock on his table, and groaned. It was a quarter to ten in the morning! He had slept for more than ten hours and was already late for work.

Flinging the bed sheets off him, he swung his legs off the bed and stood up, naked as the day he was born. He was about to grab his work clothes from the closet when his still groggy mind finally registered the events that happened to him the previous day. He had been awake for the past three days due to the railway accident. And today was supposedly his day off.

Tokiya sighed, going to his bathroom instead and turning on the shower. He needed the break, he thought tiredly as he shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body clean, especially since he had been seeing ethereal beings last night in his room.

Wait, what ethereal beings?

Recalling what happened to him before he fell asleep, Tokiya quickly finished his daily morning ritual and dried himself off. Grabbing a clean bathrobe, he tied it around him and walked toward the bedroom door. He flung it open and the enticing smell of brewed coffee greeted his nostrils. He followed the smell to the kitchen and there he found his ethereal being sitting in the breakfast room, sipping a cup of coffee and reading the papers.

She hadn’t changed much since the last time he saw her.

And that was three years ago…

They had met again, quite accidentally so, in a birthday party of one of his colleagues. He was still in med school during that time, and Andrew Sawada, the half-Australian, half-Japanese birthday boy, had invited him in for the celebration.

Tokiya accepted the invitation, albeit grudgingly, since his girlfriend at that time had forced him to come so that she could tag along. After all, a party of the well-known ladies’ man Andrew Sawada was not something one from medical school should miss. Tokiya had stayed alone in the balcony, watching everyone in the party make a fool of themselves with a bored look, when his private world was interrupted by a soft feminine chuckle on his side.

“If you continue to look at them that way, I won’t be surprised if the room would suddenly freeze up and turn into an ice museum,” the beautiful young woman said in English as she beamed up at him.

Tokiya refused to turn to look and acknowledge the speaker. After all, she was a complete stranger. He never bothered introducing himself nor bothered talking to one before in his life. It just wasn’t in his nature to be so accommodating. So he merely did what he did best: he ignored her.

But the woman didn’t like being treated with such rudeness. She moved to stand before him, making him look at her as she blocked his view of the party, and smirked right at him. And that was when he ran his eyes over her, examining her from head to foot, which he sorely regretted doing afterward.

Her rich dark hair was clasped behind her head in a stylish chignon, long silky tendrils escaping the fastening as they hung loosely behind her delicate ears, giving her a very appealing bedroom look. A light touch of make-up adorned her smooth exquisite face giving her a fresh yet somehow sexy appearance. Her stylish emerald green dress molded her like a glove, showing off the tantalizing curve of her ample breasts, her slim waist and round hips. And those shapely legs, he thought, went on forever.

She looked good enough to eat.

He felt the sudden stirring in his loins and became instantly annoyed because of it. He couldn’t recall reacting this strongly to a female before in his life. And what irked him so much was that a mere smile from this creature could suddenly make his heart beat fast in anticipation. It had boggled his logical mind when he realized what the intense feelings the woman stirred inside him.

He, Tokiya Mikagami, was cool and calculating, never someone who acted on impulse. But he almost lost his control then and there. He was lusting after this delicious female grinning in front of him. He wanted her. Badly. But it never was his style to pick up some random girl in parties and take her home with him to have his wicked way with her. But this woman… she was a walking and talking sexual invitation.

And maybe… just for tonight, he could…?

He put down his bottle on the balustrade behind him and turned to face the most alluring woman he had ever laid eyes on. Slipping a hand around her waist, he pulled her to him and whispered, “Then perhaps you’d like to come home with me? And I assure you, cold treatment would be the farthest thing you’ll receive from me.”

He had watched with avid fascination at the numerous expressions that crossed her features. At first, she blushed scarlet, then anger flashed in her eyes before laughter replaced it. She laughingly pushed him away and stood a few steps away from him. The little tease.

“Maa maa, Mi-chan, I’m fully aware of your effect on women. You need not practice it with me,” the little imp grinned widely as she spoke in their native tongue. Tokiya’s mouth uncharacteristically flew open. He stamped down the urge to point at her face and freak out as he stared wide eyed at his companion.

“F-Fuuko-san?” he stuttered and ran his eyes over her once again.

“The one and only,” Fuuko nodded, hands on hips, and grinned, “If you still need help believing it, want me to use the Misawa Mitsuharu Elbow on you since you pulled that lame pick up line on me?”

This time, it was Tokiya who blushed furiously. Kami, that was embarrassing!

Quickly gathering what was left of his composure and ignoring her mock anger, he straightened up and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“My boyfriend’s a friend of Andrew Sawada,” she shrugged as she answered, her eyes homing in on her boyfriend which made her completely miss Tokiya’s narrowed gaze on her. “There he is,” she said and pointed at a tall, dark haired man about Tokiya’s age. His name’s Takeshi. Met him back in Japan a few months ago.”

“You’re Takeshi Tachibana’s girlfriend?” he asked incredulously. “Yeah,” she narrowed her eyes at him, “what of it?”

“Nothing.”

She continued to gaze suspiciously up at him while he drank his beer again. “Fine, if you don’t want to tell me,” Fuuko crossed her arms, unknowingly pushing up her ample breasts as she did so.

Tokiya groaned and looked away. If only she knew how tempting she was. And Tachibana’s testimony on his girlfriend was so very true. No wonder he was so damned happy about his newest girl. She really was a knock out.

Damn, where had the loud, annoying, purple haired monkey gone to? He wanted the harmless girl back. At least the Fuuko Kirisawa of the past never made him this hot for her.

And despite the hard-on he had experienced that night three years ago, he was able to continue a decent conversation with her, gave her a spare key to his penthouse in case she needed a place to stay (and in case she needed him), and bade her goodnight.

That night, he had stayed under a cold blast of water in the bathroom after releasing his sexual frustration with his own hands. He had come home alone, his need to release so excruciating, he was afraid he was going to explode. That night, he realized he hadn’t wanted any girl. He only wanted her.

Fuuko Kirisawa. Damn, what a big mess he was in.

And this time, after three years, his desire for her never dwindled. In fact, it grew even stronger. She was still as deliciously sensual as she was before, especially now dressed in a tank top and a pair of khaki shorts. Her long violet tresses lay unbound on her small shoulders, her face clear of any make-up, making her appear younger than she truly was.

He must get rid of her. And fast.

“What the hell are you still doing here?”

Fuuko Kirisawa started when she heard her host’s sharp and demanding voice. She looked up and found a fresh looking Tokiya standing by the doorway, his navy blue bathrobe contrasting his long slightly wet silver hair, his frosty blue eyes looking intensely at her dark ones.

“And a good morning to you too, you grumpy old man,” she answered with a huff and folded the papers. She stood up and smiled at him, “Coffee?”

Tokiya barely nodded as he slid into the chair across her. He watched silently as she moved toward the percolator and poured him a cup. His eyes rested on her well-shaped bottom, imagining how soft and full it would feel when he squeezed a rounded cheek.

How would it feel like to lie between her legs?

He groaned and closed his eyes. He shouldn’t think of such things. This was Fuuko Kirisawa! A friend. A comrade. Not a bed partner. He groaned once again as a vivid image of her lying on the bed with her legs and arms wide open for him flashed in his mind.

“Mi-chan, you okay?”

It took a moment for Tokiya to realize that Fuuko was already standing beside him, a cool hand on his forehead to check his body temperature. “You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” his answer was curt as he removed himself from her touch. “I’m just…” Aroused. “…tired. That’s all.”

Fuuko nodded her understanding and plopped herself back on her seat. “It’s because of the railway accident, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he managed to answer. “So, why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be on another assignment?”

“I’ll be heading to the Outback this afternoon,” she answered with a grin. “I’m going to go see kangaroos and koalas again.”

Today, she’ll be gone. He mentally sighed with relief. That’s good. That’s very good. And maybe next time she was going to ask for his suite, he was going to make sure to make himself scarce while she was in it! “Back to your family, I see. They must’ve surely missed you.”

Fuuko laughed instead of taking any offense. She wagged a finger before his face. “You’re becoming inconsistent, Mi-chan. Monkeys and koalas don’t come from the same family.”

“I know that,” Tokiya scoffed, “Everyone knows that.”

“Then you must’ve forgotten,” amusement twinkled in her eyes when she added, “ojii-san.”

“Who are you calling old, monkey?” he growled when his gaze fell to her breasts framed by an arm resting on the table. Wasn’t she wearing a bra? He could see her nipples puckering out in attention, her top doing a lousy job of concealing their shape.

“So, Mi-chan,” Fuuko tilted her head sideways as she looked at him, effectively taking Tokiya out of his lustful musings, “when are you coming back to Japan?”

“Er, Japan?” Tokiya repeated distractedly as he tried to shake himself off his reverie. He forced himself to look at her eyes, and at her eyes alone. “I don’t know. Why?”

“Yanagi and the others miss you. They’re asking me how you are whenever I visit them,” Fuuko said after sipping her coffee. “I don’t even know what to tell them since I haven’t seen you for ages.”

True, he thought, that’s why I’m having a difficult time seeing you face to face. “I’ll visit when I have time.”

“Mou, you always say that over the phone,” she pouted. Tokiya couldn’t help but think of tasting her lips. “Oh! I know!” Fuuko suddenly clapped her hands when an idea hit her. “I’m going back to Japan after the Outback assignment. And I’m taking you home with me!”

What?! “You can’t be serious. I’m busy,” Tokiya answered calmly.

“Aw, come one, when was the last time you had a break?”

He never had one. “I’m needed in the hospital.”

“Sure you are,” Fuuko arched a brow, a perfect imitation to his old snobbish habit. “The hospital can survive without you for a week, Mi-chan. Lighten up.”

A week? With her? “I doubt they’re going to let me leave for a week.” Not true. Since the chief resident had been asking him when he was going to take a leave. He told Tokiya that he’s working too hard and that he needed a break. A week was actually too short.

“Sure they can. Other doctors leave for as long as a month!”

“I don’t have a place to stay there. I sold my apartment before I left Japan, remember?”

“You can stay in my place,” she seemed to have an answer to everything. That or she was desperate to take him home.

Tokiya froze. This was getting worse. He would definitely NOT want to live with Fuuko Kirisawa under one roof for a whole week. Not with this very grown up and alluring Fuuko. The temptation was just too great.

“Please, Mi-chan?” she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

No. No way in hell.

“Pleeeeaaaassseee?”

Damn, he wished she’d stop leaning on the table like that.

“Mi-chaaaan?”

He closed his eyes from the enticing view. No way was he granting this favor for her. Not in a million years.

Tokiya froze when he felt her arms suddenly wrap around his neck as she stood behind him. She rested her head beside his in a glomping manner and continued to plead, “Please, please, please, Mi-chan?” She asked as she rocked him gently back and forth. “Please?”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He could feel her full soft breasts pressing against his back. “Fine,” Tokiya finally said through gritted teeth, “just get off me.”

“Yay!” Fuuko cheered and hugged him tighter. “You won’t regret it!” she said before releasing him and jogging toward the guest room. “I’ll be back in five days. Be sure you’ve packed by then, okay?”

Giving a wink and a careless wave, she closed the door and began to pack her things for her assignment. Tokiya groaned and shifted painfully in his seat. The coffee in front of him completely forgotten.

Damn, what had he gotten himself into?
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