Shin and Channal Pt 4

He looked at her, and she froze. His eyes were soft in the light, bright blue. The corners of his lips turned slightly down, he looked almost embarrassed. She saw a shimmer in the corner of his eye...a tear? No man would cry over such a thing.
"Channal, I'm...I'm sorry you had to hear that. I just..." She didn't think it could happen, but his eyes widened even more "I couldn't help myself." He ran the back of his hand down her jaw line. "Please forgive me Channal."
With that, she immediately knew he was acting. Trying to look irresistible cute, make her swoon. It wouldn't work. She stood from his lap and he pushed his face into the soft velvet chair. Picking up the unnecessarily large bottle of syrup, she quickly unscrewed the cap and began pouring it over his head. He looked up as she began shaking with laughter at his glare.

"Channal. What the hell." He couldn't be mad at her. This 17-year-old girl, acting like someone who was 10. He decided he wanted to be 10 too.
She turned around, shoulders shaking with laughter as she set down the now half empty bottle. His clothes were sticky and dripping syrup all over the floor. He crept up slowly behind her and smothered her in a hug, thus transferring a majority of the syrup onto her.
"Kutabacchimae!" She screamed as she tried to push him away. Her plan backfired and he held on as they tumbled to the floor. She screeched and reached for the table top. Instead she found the syrup again and with his arms still around her, she began furiously pouring it over his hair.
He laughed and rolled over removing the syrup bottle from her hands, securing her legs between his.

They laughed together as he threatened to pour more on her. He shook his head, whipping strands of hair on his cheeks, spraying droplets of syrup on her face.
She screamed and laughed all the while trying to get the bottle back. He took her hands in his and pinned them above her head so she couldn't . He stopped laughing, realizing how they were positioned. The deep pulsing sensation in his groin returned. Her eyes were still closed and she was still laughing and breathing heavily. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The look of her, naturally smiling, her clothes sticking to her skin. He had her pinned underneath him, he could do anything he wanted to her. But he would never want to do anything to hurt her. It wasn't lost on him that he had only known this girl for a few hours, and it didn't feel as if he had known her all his life. It felt like he was supposed to know her from this moment on. He needed to know her, and always be with her. He knew that with each passing day, she would always be on his mind, and if he didn't see her, he would slowly go insane. Her eyes opened to stare up at him. They looked at each other, acknowledged their positions. He saw in her eyes, that she knew he needed to be with her at all times, and he saw in hers, that she felt the same.
"Shin..." His name on her tongue, almost as if the soft sound waves from her voice went to caress his desire.

"Shhh." He lowered his face closer to hers, the sweet scent of the syrup mixing with her natural odor, almost like vanilla. Their lips almost touched, and he gave her a look, gauging her reaction. Her eyes were filled with passion. He decided he would feed that passion. He bent his head, lightly touching his lips to her neck, she lifted her hips to his and he couldn't help but let a groan slip past his lips. He felt her chuckle seductively as she could feel him. Ready for her. He touched his tongue to her neck and heard her sigh. He ran his teeth against her skin, ready to give her a small bite, a promise of more to come. She raised her hips again, and he almost died a little inside.
"Shin..."
He grunted in acknowledgment.
"Shin, if you go any further...I win."
Fuck.

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Channal emerged from the shower, the syrup finally off of her, her hair smelling like strawberries, but her skin still faintly smelled of syrup. Her shower had been good, as the hot water worked to erase the tension as she left him lying on the floor as she told him she was going to take a shower.
"Uhh...you go ahead of me, I'll be up in a minute...or two." He had said, his back to her, trying to hide the effects of what she had done to him.
While bathing, she had thought of the look he had given her. The look that said "I need you, and I know you need me too." She had seen that look, and although she had never felt it before, she needed him to be with her. All her life, she had never wanted someone so bad, not just in a sexual way, but to be side by side forever. She knew, from the moment he had walked into her classroom, that they would be together. She didn't know however, that she would want them to be together as more than just friends.
She worked the towel in her hair, tossed it in the corner, and grabbed another one off the rack. She always had to use 3 towels after a shower since her hair was so long. Although she loved her deep red hair, she was debating on letting it grow back to black as she had gone through every color in the rainbow. She looked at herself in the mirror and used a finger to wipe the smudged mascara off from under her eye.

The bathroom was lined with exactly 47 red, black and white candles that all smelled like vanilla. She hated the stupid things. But each room had to have candles, and she didn't quite know why. Maybe she had ocd. She took a lighter out of her pants pocket and went to each of the white candles, lit them, and wrapped her third towel around her body. Tucking the corner under her arm, she took a hair clip and casually pinned her hair. Only once she placed her hand on the door knob did she become nervous again. She wanted him. He wanted her. Maybe, just maybe they could take a break from their game just to touch each other. Or even just one kiss. But she knew that with the fire building between them, one kiss would mean two, two would mean three, and three would never let them stop until they had sedated each other with their bodies.

Looking at her feet, she twisted the handle and pulled the door wide open. Shit she thought as her towel opened and fell around her feet. Bending to pick it up, she saw a pair of black boots not even 3 inches away. Slowly she stood, holding the towel in front of her, coming face to face with Shin, smirking at her. He smelled like rum. Was she really in the shower for that long? Long enough for him to get plastered she guessed. She did however, remember telling him he could help himself to anything.
He chuckled. "I just...came upstairs to ask where the paper towels were." He leaned against the door frame. "Instead, I got something better."
He sauntered up to her, reached down and firmly planted both of his hands on her bare butt.
"Shin, you're drun-"
"Shh baby." He lifted her and she couldn't help herself. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

Maybe they could have a truce, she thought again. She felt his pants against her legs, still sticky with syrup. He drove her back against the wall, hard. She wanted this, she wanted him so bad. She panted against his shoulder.
"Shin. Stop." The words came out, and he froze.
He bent his head and kissed the tattoo on her collarbone.
"You said I could help myself to anything I wanted."
"Put me down." She said firmly.
She couldn't possibly mean it. Maybe he was so drunk he was imagining the look in her eyes earlier. Maybe, she really did just want to be friends, and continue to play a twisted game of temptation.
"Channal, I'm...I'm so sorry. I thought..."
She pressed her lips to his forehead.
"You thought correct. But I don't want you drunk. If you can keep your composure, I'll take a shower with you."

He slowly slid her down the length of his body, making sure she was fully aware of what he had to offer.
"You got syrup all over me again." She said as she was set on her feet.
"That's a tempting offer, but are you sure you'll be able to handle yourself?" He made a show of taking off his shirt. Oh yeah, he was drunk. She felt so very comfortable with him. She side-stepped into the shower, closed the curtain and threw her towel over the top. As she turned on the water, she swore she heard him mutter "tease."
Not quite knowing what to do, she sat on the seat she had specifically installed for when her back was hurting and she had no will to stand. Now it was because she was so dizzy. She heard him walk towards the shower, and she promptly closed her eyes. She wouldn't know how to react at the sight of a naked man, much less at the sight of a naked man she wanted. The curtain was drawn, two steps were taken, curtain pulled closed. She gripped the edge of her seat and sat up straight, pushing her chest out. She felt childish.