Author’s Note: Here’s that other lemon one-shot. Enjoy. OOC running rampant here.

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                                    Heat in the Cooler

                                    By Silver Miko

                                    (Who sincerely apologizes for being lazy and non-updative)

            Watching from twenty feet away from the garden department counter, Makimachi Misao’s ocean blue gaze was focused towards the produce department....particularly at the tall man in a black apron placing zucchini on the shelf with care. It had become a sort of hobby when she had nothing to do in her department, to watch Shinomori Aoshi work.

            She remembered the first time she had seen him at Dai Y, the store they worked in, when she was coming from the back and saw someone new in produce but could only see his back. She had tried to see his face but it would actually not be until the next day that she saw what he looked like.

            First and foremost he had the most perfect hair. She absolutely loved his inky black bangs that fell over his eyes. His eyes....they were her favorite feature. So mysterious and such an odd shade of blue. She could get pierced by those eyes.

            Ever since then she was hooked.

            Her friend Okon who had trained her in the garden department knew it.

            Her friends in other departments knew it.

            And soon enough...even he knew it.

 Not that she had really tried to not make it obvious. She never said it, but her actions spoke more than she did, which was a very miraculous feat most would think.

            He would talk to her yes, but nothing really seemed to progress. The two times she had asked if he wanted to hang out, the first he was busy and the second he was doing something with a friend. It probably also didn’t help that he didn’t have a car. She wasn’t sure what was what. He seemed to like her, she was really the only girl he seemed to talk to a lot. 

            Snapping out of her reverie, she noticed it was halfway through her shift, meaning her lunch break was due. Taking off her apron, she grabbed her purse and went to get a banana to eat. Aoshi was stocking his last bunch of bananas when she grabbed one.

            “Hey Aoshi, how’s it going?” she asked, feeling butterflies in her stomach.

            “Fine. You?”

            “Pretty good, taking my lunch break. Hence the banana!”

            He looked at her for a moment and Misao blinked, wondering if she had something on her face.

            “That’s not good.”

            “What? Huh?”

            “The banana. Come in back with me and I’ll get you a good one.”

            She blinked again, and followed him in back of produce and shivered slightly at the cold air as he opened the doors to the cooler and led her inside.

            “Um, Aoshi....do you guys even keep bananas back here? They’re usually in crates.” she asked, rubbing her arms as she watched him close the door. It wouldn’t lock, as all the coolers could be opened from outside and inside after a particularly nasty incident of a ne’er-do-well service clerk roosterhead locking himself in the dairy cooler a year prior.

            She watched him take his apron off and casually throw it on the counter as he walked towards her slowly and Misao couldn’t help but think he resembles some sort of lethal predator stalking his prey. The gleam in his eyes, one she’d never seen before, only heightened her analogy.

            “A..Aoshi?”

            He had her cornered against the counter, his arms resting on the wall on the sides on her head as he leaned his face towards hers and his mouth a slight trace of a smirk to it.

            “What’s wrong, Misao?”

            “Nothing, it’s just..what are you doing?” she asked, hoping to Kami it wasn’t all some delusion or dream.

            “Something I want to do. Isn’t this what you want as well, Misao?”

            Her mouth parted to speak...but no words came out and seconds later she was crushing her lips to his as she wound her arms around his neck and pressed closer to him as he hauled her to sit up on the counter. He moved between her parted legs and Misao could feel his hand slide from her knee and up her denim skirt to her thigh, massaging softly as his lips moved to suckle on her neck and she gasped, involuntarily arching back and groaning as her head softly bumped the cooler wall.

            “Are you okay?” he asked, fighting the urge to smirk.

            “Yea..Fine. Absolutely.” she said, wanting to cringe.

            ‘Great, what a way to kill the good mood forming.’

            And yet, it apparently wasn’t as suddenly she felt herself being attacked once more by Aoshi. His hand left her thigh and went to quickly removing her white work shirt as she shivered from the cold air as she was left in her skirt and blue bra.

            Her skin flushed pink partially from the cold and partially from modesty at Aoshi’s gaze as he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

            “Misao...I’ve known you’ve been watching me all this time.”

            “I..I..” she stammered, but stopped speaking when he removed his shirt and moved towards again and wrapped his arms around her and moved his lips against her ear.

            “It’s okay Misao. I know how you feel...haven’t you ever thought that perhaps I felt the same?”

            “No! You never said..”

            “Sometimes actions are louder than words. I’m going to show you what I mean.”

            Then he kissed her again and she responded with all she felt for him, and moaned when he cupped her breasts and caused an arousing contrast of stimulating her skin with her bra fabric and then groaned when he stopped touching her and stood her up to remove her skirt and his pants until they were in their underwear.

            She couldn’t help gazing wantonly at him, he was so gorgeous that it made her mouth water. He was wearing, and she had to laugh at it, black boxers that had vegetable pictures on it and he merely raised an eyebrow at her grinning.

            “I like your boxers.”

            He merely smirked.

            “I think you’ll like them better on the floor.” he whispered in her ear before attacking the skin there as he moved his hands up her back and unfastened her bra. Misao moaned again as he slid it off of her body and allowed her to feel the delicious friction of skin against skin. She could feel his hardness against her stomach and in a bold gesture she pushed him slightly away and pulled down his boxers.

            “I think you were right, Aoshi. You do look better with them on the floor.” she teased and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her underwear and slid them off, tossing them next to his boxers.

            “How fair of you.” he murmured before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her with a passionate gentleness that made her melt more.

            One hand skimmed over the hip and made its way to her center, teasing her with his fingers until she was ready for him to take her.

            “Misao, have you ever done this before?” he asked, pressing her back against the wall.

            “Umm..yea...a few years ago.” she confessed.

            “Aa.” he murmured as he pressed against her once more, lifting one of her legs and wrapping it around her waist as he slid into her slowly, and her soft pants and gasps were music to his ears as he kept moving until he was buried to the hilt inside of her.

            “Aoshi...” she whispered into his ear breathlessly, as he began to set a rhythm between them as she met every thrust of his hips with hers, secretly praying this wasn’t a dream.

            Oh but it felt like one.

            Aoshi’s head dipped down to capture her lips, and she was delighted at the way he moaned into her mouth when she shifted her hips a bit more roughly against his.

            “Hmm, you like to be less gentle I see...so be it..”

            He began moving faster, making Misao gasp for air as she began nibbling on his neck to try to focus and not lose her mind to the unbelievable pleasure Aoshi was giving her.

            She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge to the point where she could no longer speak coherently as she tensed and shuddered powerfully in relief, calling out Aoshi’s name.

            He came soon after, softly groaning her name as his head collapsed in the crook of her neck as he took deep breaths.

            A moment later he disentangled himself from her, brushing her bangs out of her face as he smiled.

            “I never thought you’d do something so naughty like have sex in the cooler.”

            “I never thought you’d have sex with me period.”

            He threw his arm over her shoulder and squeezed her close and then let her go to retrieve their clothes.

            As soon at they were dressed, he grabbed her again as he leaned against one of the counters and held her so that her back was against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

            “Honestly Misao, I liked you from the moment I met you. I just didn’t know you very well.”

            “Hmm..I liked you from the moment I met you too, and even though I didn’t know you well, I still wanted you.”

            “Ah, I see. So you probably have had fantasies about something like this.”

            “Uhhhhhhhhhhh.....”

            She felt him shift and heard a beep noise.

            “What’s your phone number?” he asked.

            She gave him her number and then grabbed a post it from the counter and pen and got his.

            “So...does this mean we’re like dating?” she asked, spinning around to face him.

            “I suppose.”

            “How helpful of you. What time do you get off?”

            “Nine.”

            “Want a ride?”

            “Yea.”

            “Well okay then! I’m sure my lunch break is well over so I’ll see you at nine.”

            “Okay.”

            She smiled and kissed him quickly and left the cooler, shutting the door behind her as Aoshi leaned back and looked at her number in the phone.

            “If she only knew...” he murmured.

            What he didn’t tell Misao was that not only did he like her from the first moment they met, but that he wanted to drag her into the cooler and screw her senseless.

            So it had been lust before love. That was okay since they were where they needed to be. There was lust all right, but more over there was love.

            And that’s what mattered.

            And the fact that she willingly fulfilled one of his fantasies didn’t hurt either.