[Echizen] Boys Like Girls [Ryoga] Final

Caught in the moment…

It was as if everything happened in slow motion.

Theme # 6 – Let’s Play Twister

Song Inspiration: G-Get Up And Dance – Faber Drive

His weight toppled on top of her upper body and crushed the plastic mat below their bodies.

Her legs spread open and he fit comfortably in between them. His hands were placed on either side of her head, while hers caught his shoulders so that he wouldn’t smush her against the ground. The distance between their lips was small.

His lips puckered and blew out a low wolf whistle, “What a compromising position we’re in, aren’t we, little miss flat chest?”

Yukari looked away and hissed, “Fuck you, Echizen.”

The door hinge creaked open.

Ah hell.

Two matching expressions gaped down at Ryoga and Yukari.

“Umm…” The young brunette female flushed out of pure embarassment and turned to stare at the mini Ryoga clone.

Ryoma scoffed, shifting his gaze to the ground with his eyes closed and tried to keep his calm composure. His sea green bangs hid away his complexion but there was hint of pink filling his cheeks.

“Perverted idiot, lock the door if you’re going to do something like this.”

Ryoga turned to stare at the younger couple; their hands intwined with the other, “Heh, mada mada daze chibisuke. Jealous you can’t get this close with your own girlfriend?”

At this remark, Ayumi’s face brightened into a rosy tomato and Ryoma turned around, letting go of the girl’s hand. He stormed past the open door as Ayumi bowed down in apology and scurried out of the room.

Ryoga smiled down at the strawberry blonde beneath his torso, “Now, where were we?”

Yukari sighed, “You’re full of shit, you know that right?”

His hand traveled down to touch the side of her right breast, “But it’s not like you mi---“

There was a sharp pain originating from his lower gut and before he sunk down upon his petite girlfriend, she pushed him off of her.

Yukari growled, “Like I’d let you touch me in that way, stupid.”

The young woman strolled out of his room.

He groaned, holding his lower torso, “Damn, that hurts. I forgot she hits like a guy!”

…You can’t control it.

Fin.