the vixen and the red fox
Look at you...like a vixen in heat.
The first time you saw him after so many years was at the get-together.
He was smoking cannabis along with a few unfamiliar people.
The second time was at a nightclub in Minato.
He was with his high school friends drinking cocktails and beers, smoking electronic cigarettes, getting high and drunk.
The third time, and they say the third time’s a charm, you saw him at a nightclub in Shinjuku.
He was sitting on a stool all by himself holding a glass of whiskey.
It wasn’t you who approached him first. Rather, it was him who sat on the stool next to you while you were busy minding your own business. You wonder if he recognizes you, after all you and him used to sit in the same class back in high school.
You wonder if he still remembers your name as much as you remember his.
But before you can get out a single word to start a conversation, someone suddenly sat on the vacant stool next to you.
“Looks like your glass’ empty,” the guy said, nodding towards your glass that’s already been emptied and you only realized it now.
“Thanks for pointing it out.”
“Let me get you a new one,” he said. “What do you like?”
“Well isn’t that kind of you? I’ll just have a martini.”
You weren’t aware of two pair of eyes that resemble that of a kitsune looking at you intently. Or perhaps you were, you can feel someone staring at you so you glanced his way.
It was just for a moment, but that fleeting conversion of your attention from the stranger to your left was enough for him to put something in your drink.
You thought Suna was staring at you, only to see him looking elsewhere. So you turned back to the stranger and took your glass.
Just as you when were about to take a sip, a hand grabbed your glass, putting it down on the bar island.
“What the—” the stranger said.
You looked at the hand holding the glass while you’re still holding it. And you looked up, you saw Suna had already stood up.
“I can’t let her have a drink that’s been spiked can I?” Suna spoke, for the first time upon arriving at the place.
“Oh, it’s spiked?” you muttered, looking back on the glass to see that Suna still hasn’t let go of it.
You noticed how his hand gripped the glass, veins showing on his knuckles that are almost turning white.
The stranger clicked his tongue before he left and you looked at the glass to see that Suna hasn’t let go still.
“If you weren’t holding it down, I would have poured the liquor on the man’s face.”
Suna realized what you were referring to and only then did he let go of the glass and you turned to him.
“Thank you,” you said, smiling at him. “Rintarou-kun.”
You wouldn’t forget a look of recognition that passed through his eyes before he leaned closer to you, one hand propped on the stool you were sitting on while the other is on the bar island.
“I thought you wouldn’t remember me,” he said languidly. “Y/n,”
And they say the third time’s a charm. The third time you saw him after so many years, you thought he would have forgotten you already.
Your eyes look down on his lips, so tempting like a sweet red apple. But oddly enough he smells of vanilla, probably from the vape he was smoking earlier, the fruity flavour and scent that lingers around him.
You averted your gaze from his lips and to the glass. “Did he put an aphrodisiac drug in it?” you asked, although more to yourself than to anyone.
You took the glass and was about to take a sip when Suna’s hand grab yours that was holding the glass, lowering it down as he leaned closer.
“You don’t need that shit.”
He let go of your hand and you felt his hand cupping your face, his thumb brushing your lower lip that you instinctively parted them.
It didn’t take him a few strokes until you leaned in and sealed his lips with yours. His other hand making its way to your thigh, every time he touches your skin, it would heat up as if it’s burning. Your heartbeat started to beat faster and faster until you can feel it pounding.
You held him closer, your bosom brushing on his chest. His tongue slipping inside your mouth, battling with yours in dominance, you can taste the whiskey he had earlier and the fruity flavour of the vanilla scented vape.
Only when you two require oxygen did you lean back, your face felt so warm, and your breath so hot.
“I told you,” Suna started, his voice low and breathy. “You don’t need no drugs to turn you on.”
He cupped your face again, making you look at him. Your face is flushed, cheeks coated in crimson blush, eyes half-lidded and breathing heavy and hot, your heart is rigid and the pressure between your thighs is painstakingly hard to ignore.
“Look at you, Y/n,” he said, and you stare at his slanted eyes that resemble a kitsune. “You look like a vixen in heat.”
You stood up from the stool, taking a step closer to Suna to whisper in his ear.
“I am a vixen in heat,” you said, leaning back to look him in the eye. “Now the dog fox needs to take responsibility for it.”
