Inside Your Mind

31 - Shinsou

There was a pretty cold breeze blowing outside and Kaori was glad that Aizawa had given her his jacket. She would have been freezing otherwise. The street was really busy and there was music blaring from all directions. It was really disorienting, especially for Kaori in her drunken state.

Aizawa had wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he was guiding her to a side street where they were going to wait for the taxi. Kaori was really grateful for that. If she had to find her way home on her own she'd be completely lost at this point. She wasn't too familiar with this area and she was too drunk to even walk straight. This would have been an extremely scary experience if she had been on her own.

"Still feeling alright?" Aizawa asked.

"Yeah, I think so." she answered leaning against him a little more. She felt tired all of a sudden and needed to lean on something or someone. Thankfully the taxi pulled up just then. Aizawa opened the door for her and helped her get in. He gave the taxi driver his home address and they were on their way.

Shinsou wasn't exactly sure how to progress from here. Weirdly enough she had been thinking clearly enough to sit in the middle seat, as close to Aizawa as possible. She could smell a mix of whiskey and coffee in his breath and it was intoxicating. Kaori Shinsou lost any ability to think straight.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, simply because she was tired and he smelt so good and felt so warm and comfortable. He still had his arm around her waist, his fingers slowly wandering down to her hips as if he was trying not to make it obvious, but wasn't sure how to go about it.

Kaori looked up at Aizawa, biting her lip as she watched him focusing on the seat in front of him. At least he was pretending to do that. She chuckled a little, which made him turn his head to her and look her up and down quickly. Kaori was glad that the back of the taxi was so dark at this time of the night.

"What are you laughing about?" he asked her, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I hope no one saw us leave together. There might be... rumours." she replied with a big grin. Once she realized what she had said she wanted to kill herself right there and then. This was her chance to get laid and she was sabotaging herself. Way to go, Kaori. Hana would be proud of you.

"Fuck those rumours." Aizawa mumbled in a low voice, his face only inches from Kaori's now. Her breath hitched. It was now or never. With a quick glance down to his lips, she closed the distance between them.

The kiss felt warm. Intimate. Aizawa's lips felt soft and surprisingly full. They were a tiny bit chapped, but that just made it so much better. The taste of whiskey and the slight taste of coffee and cigarettes and the whole fact that this was not something that should be happening made Kaori's stomach flutter.

It was all soft and slow at first, but quickly got more heated. The kisses got rougher and more sloppy and when Aizawa lightly bit her lower lip, Kaori couldn't help herself, but let out a small moan. She had always imagined a lot of things about her professor and him being an insanely good kisser was one of them, but actually knowing it to be true was a whole different beast.

She moved her hand up and entangled it in his hair, slowly working to undo the bun his hair was in. Not that the bun didn't look good - it looked really fucking hot in fact - but right now Kaori just wanted something to hold onto.

It took her a little while, but she had finally managed to take the hair tie out of Aizawa's long, silky hair. She stopped kissing him for a while, smiling a little as she wrapped it around her arm like a trophy. When she looked back at Aizawa, all she saw were two dark eyes full of lust and want.

"What are you gonna do with that, hm?" he asked, a slight smile on his lips. My God, those lips.

"Want me to give it back? Make me." she replied, giggling a little as she saw Aizawa watching her every move intently. Kaori had never before in her life felt this wanted. It felt good. They were interrupted when there was a subtle cough from the taxi driver. The two of them looked over at him.

"We're here." he said quietly. Kaori quickly let go of Aizawa's hair as they were scrambling to get out of the taxi. Kaori waited outside, Aizawa's suit jacket still draped around her shoulders, while he paid for the taxi. Some small bit of her sober mind had returned and was telling her that she had to pay him back for all those taxi rides some day. But most of her drunk mind was still in control and her drunk mind just wanted whatever Aizawa was willing to give her right now.

It felt like an eternity until he was done paying and until they had finally made it up to his apartment (mostly because he was pretty drunk and that didn't go well with having to use keys). But as soon as the door to his apartment was open, Kaori felt her back being pushed against the wall.

She felt soft lips on hers that quickly moved on to her neck and that were definitely going to leave marks. It didn't take long until Aizawa found that one sweet spot on her collarbone that sent shivers down her spine and made her moan loudly. She could feel herself blushing a little, but it didn't matter, because the apartment was dark and Aizawa seemed busy enough not to notice.

Kaori pushed back against him a little to slide the suit jacket off her shoulders. It fell to the floor effortlessly and Aizawa used the opportunity to hoist her up as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He wasted no time carrying her to another room and carefully and gently dropping her down on something Kaori assumed to be a bed. It was soft and comfortable and she almost felt a little tired as soon as her back touched the warm cotton sheets.

Aizawa looked into her sleepy eyes and gently kissed her forehead. He then laid down beside her, loosely holding her hand. Kaori turned around to him, surprised he had stopped making her lose her mind.

"Did you suddenly sober up?" Kaori asked, laughing a little. Aizawa turned around to her, letting his hand wander along her side, barely touching the side of her breast, but still sending shivers down her spine.

"We're both way too drunk. This is probably not a good idea right now." he replied. Kaori wasn't sure how to react. She had to admit that she did feel tired, despite wanting him with every fibre of her being.

"You think you'll regret it in the morning?" she wanted to know, sounding a little more hurt than she wanted to. He ran his thumb over her cheek, smiling at her empathetically, shaking his head.

"No. I just think we both should do this when we have a clear head. Plus, you look really tired." he replied. Kaori smiles. Somehow that did make her feel better. And if she was honest, she was tired as hell.

"You're right. Can you... can you at least help me out of this dress? It's not very comfortable." she said and slowly sat up, so he could help her with the zipper. She soon felt two warm hands on her shoulders, one of them feeling for the zipper along her back. Once Aizawa had found it, he started planting small kisses down her neck and all along her back until he had completely unzipped her dress.

Kaori stood up and gave him a shy smile, quickly shimmying out of her dress. Of course today was the one day she was wearing the most mismatched set of underwear - a simple black bra and some random cotton panties that she had grabbed without a second thought. She was not really counting on getting laid tonight, but ah well.

When she turned around again, she saw that Aizawa had kicked off his shoes and started to unbutton his shirt. Kaori laid down on her side and watched him get undressed. If they could stay in this weird non-committed half-drunken state for the rest of their lives, Kaori couldn't have been happier.

She could feel herself drifting off into a light sleep, which was strange enough in and of itself. It was rare that Kaori could sleep at normal times. She was still somewhat aware of her surroundings. She felt how Aizawa pulled the covers over the two of them and she could feel his hands lazily dancing over her waist and her hips, before she slowly drifted off into a deeper sleep.