The Book of Firsts

Seventeen

By Monday, the whole school knew that Kyou had discovered another boobytrap, but not the details. Nothing more leaked out, and the response of the Three Kings to questions was that the police had asked them not to talk. I was fortunate to have a way to satisfy my curiosity the very next day.

"It’s been a while since I met you on Tuesday," I said, dropping down by Kyou.

"Trying to avoid interruptions," he replied, pouring me a green tea. "I am very bored with having to run off."

"Did you remove the motion detectors?" I asked, sitting down. "Or did the police discover them?"

"I remembered them just as I was walking past the faculty office windows," he said, with a faint grimace. "And crawled hastily back as soon as I was out of sight. Not my most dignified moment. I bought an explanation for any delays by looking around the area for suspicious people, and then going to school security rather than simply walking into the faculty office."

"So, are we now in danger of people walking up unannounced?"

"No, Bran reinstalled them yesterday. And if they’re discovered from this point, we can openly say we put them in because we were worried about the same thing happening."

"It could have been bad, right?"

He nodded. "LSD isn’t something that would absorb easily through the palms, but those tiny glass shards may have been enough to get a massive overdose into my bloodstream. Even if I realised and took myself off to the hospital straight away, I’d likely have faced hours of hallucinations, panic attacks, paranoia. I can’t be thankful enough for that alert."

"Were you the target, or was it Rin?"

"No evidence either way. The use of a drug might be an indicator, since I’m known to be humourless about them. And I’ve been using this garden the last few Fridays. Whether other people know about that, or were just aiming for anyone who comes here, is impossible to say. The school—and my father, for that matter—are taking the incident very seriously, and there’s likely to be more security cameras and patrols, but I think there shouldn’t be a real impact on this game. Though we’re going to be taking special care about line of sight from that gate, and making sure our clothes are always within reach."

I considered Bran’s choice to throw my clothes in random directions, and smiled wryly. "Taking the fun out of it, Kyou."

His eyes sparked. "I seem to remember I was going to make you mewl, Cheshire."

"You can try."

We moved back into the summer house, tidying away the tea apparatus carefully. Kyou then closed the doors of the summer house and snagged an arm around my waist, drawing me to him. "I’m very goal-oriented."

"But how are you at getting results?"

He picked me up and dropped me onto the couch, startling a gasp out of me. Before I recovered from my surprise, he was kneeling above me, lips on mine. The kiss started gentle, but quickly grew heated, and we rolled together, robbing each other of breath, and occasionally of pieces of clothing. Once I was left with only a single sock, he started working his way down me, licking and sucking, until he could pick up from where he’d been interrupted on Friday. Since I was already thoroughly excited, it wasn’t long at all before the ceiling dissolved in a shower of sparks, and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from crying out. Even then some sound escaped.

"That wasn’t a mewl."

He moved up so he was propped on one elbow above me, and toyed with a strand of my hair.

"You’re looking far too smug for a simple gasp."

"Few things please me more than achieving what I set out to do," he said. "Roll over Cheshire. I have something to give you."

I laughed, but wriggled under him obediently, and when he shifted off me, raised myself on my hands and knees. He slid his hands up my thighs, and spent some time squeezing my butt before moving to grip my hips, and then easing inside me.

Kyou tested my responses first, shifting his angle a couple of times before establishing a steady rhythm. He had excellent self-control, holding himself back until he roused small reactions from me, and then increasing his pace. I shifted so my shoulders were closer to the cushions, because that felt very excellent, and wriggled a bit to see what that would do to him. He dug his fingers into my skin and pulled me back against him just as he thrust, and that made me gasp again, though I very carefully made no sound at all when my body tensed more urgently.

We tangled for a while in the aftermath, exchanging short, relaxed kisses. Then I went to clean myself up, thinking that it would be a good idea to set out a couple of small towels beforehand. Perhaps one damp and one dry. Once it was colder, running around to sluice myself at the tap wouldn’t be pleasant at all.

Kyou had dressed while I was gone, and watched me appreciatively as I hunted out my clothes and put them on.

"Time for a few games?" he asked, lifting his phone to show me Battle of Lothra.

"Sure."

Tiny Glittering Flower and I won several matches in a row, with occasional distracting touching between rounds. "I plan to aim for the drama-less Tuesdays in future," he said, as we walked out of the summer house after our time ran short. "But I regret giving up those completely clear Friday afternoons, because you really need to be naked again right now."

"You can see me again next week." I climbed the wall, then paused at the top. "Well, probably. Better win or, with the school trip, it’ll be all see, no touch for a while."

His smile turned dangerous. "Cheshire…"

I grinned, and vanished from his sight.