Prompt: 023 ~ Sexy May 2011©
Focus: Reno x Ayame
Word Count: 1,111
Focus: Reno x Ayame
Word Count: 1,111
Reno looked up from the papers he’d been skimming through to see Ayame leaning in the doorway with a latte in her hand. She was grinning at the guitarist as she sipped on the drink, clearly having been watching him work for at least the past few minutes.
“Working a bit hard now, aren’t we?” Ayame asked, coming over to see what exactly her workaholic was reviewing at the moment.
Reno shrugged. “I just wanna make sure it’s perfect.”
Ayame passed Reno her latte and moved to massage his shoulders with a laugh, “You’re all going to be fine. You don’t have to worry about making it perfect, that’s what the video editors are for. All you’ve got to do is look gorgeous and sexy and pretend to seduce Shin-kun. You don’t even have to try.”
“I just want everything to run smoothly.”
Ayame was well used to Reno’s boughts of self-consciousness as the main-stay of sexiness within the ranks of ViViD’s members. Normally, there wasn’t much she could do about it. “You’re a rockstar, not an actor, and these roles have been designed around that principle. You don’t have to do anything other than be sexy, and you are damn sexy.”
“I know, but still-”
He was cut off by Ayame smacking the back of his head suddenly. “But nothing, come with me,” she commanded, grabbing onto Reno’s hand and hauling him after her towards the music video set.
“Where are we going?”
Normally, Ayame had to soothe away Reno’s worries on her own, but this time she did have a way to help the guitarist more directly. “I’m taking you to see just how easy your job is.”
Dragging him though the warehouse that was serving as the set of ViViD’s latest music video, Ayame parked her boyfriend on a balcony overlooking the shoot that Shin and Koki were currently occupied with. The drummer’s bright pink hair was unmistakable, even at a distance, but they were close enough to see his every break in concentration as a fit of giggles broke up the sexy mood and Shin more or less maintained his composure with admirable determination not to grin.
Pointing to the scene below, Ayame stated, “That is Koki, being sexy.”
Reno whined, a sound half-way to a wail, “I know. It’s terrible. I was in the office because I couldn’t bear to watch.”
“No. Really, I mean it; that is Koki, being sexy,” Ayame pressed. She laughed at Reno’s pained expression and explained, “It’s all about the camera angle.”
Ayame leaned back against the railing. “You’ve got to think about it from the fangirls’ perspective. Koki has a nice face, even if it’s usually more cute than anything else. The right shadows and the right eye-line angle can do wonders with that sort of thing.”
“I don’t think even Kira-chan finds Koki sexy,” Reno replied. “Look at that smile! I’ve seen puppies that weren’t that cute.”
Ayame countered, “Look at how that camera is getting him from the side like that. Sure, he might be adorable over all, but that cheeky smile of his and that straightforward confidence will come off as totally hot on film.”
“Sure, it will.”
“Hey, who’s the actress with experience in this area, here?”
Reno’s eyes flicked for from watching Koki to meet Ayame’s incredulously. “Just because he’s been caught on an angle, that doesn’t make the whole cuteness thing just go away.”
“Between the initial film captures and the make-up and the video editing crew, you won’t even notice the cuteness. All he’ll look like is the love child of a sex god and cotton candy.”
“It’s still Koki.”
“It’s still hot.”
“There’s no way that little ball of fluff and sugar could ever look hot.”
“Yes, there is.”
Ayame wouldn’t tire of her argument, no matter how petulant Reno got as he carried on.
“He has pink hair.”
“He has damn sexy pink hair.”
“Then why aren’t you dating the little marshmallow?”
Ayame just laughed and put her hand gently against the side of Reno’s face. Holding him just firmly enough to keep him from looking away, Ayame made sure he could see her smoldering expression as she let her voice drop in pitch and volume to say, “Because the fluffy little hedgehog might be able to pull off sexy once in a while, but he can’t hold a candle to my big bad guitarist. Babe, you’re ten times sexier than Koki will ever be, even when you’re wearing real pants.”
“I am wearing pants,” Reno whined.
“Not real ones,” Ayame retorted, sliding a finger of her free hand along the exposed skin of Reno’s thigh. “These are much sexier.”
Between Ayame’s expression, and her teasing touch, and the way her voice was tinged with a growling undertone, Reno’s nervousness was forced to all but disappear instantaneously. But he still had work to do, he couldn’t just let her have her way entirely. Clinging to a bit of his petulance in an attempt to break the mood, Reno mentioned, “They were Ryouga’s idea.”
“No, they weren’t,” Ayame laughed. “They were mine.”
Leaning up so that she could whisper directly into Reno’s ear, Ayame grinned in triumph. There was no way in Hell that the guitarist would be able to worry over little things like the MV shoot now, she practically had him moaning in her hand and no man alive could spilt his focus between anxiety and arousal. Sex won out every time.
“I told Ryouga to suggest them because seeing your thighs framed by such short leather bits always gets me hot and bothered,” she murmured in a heady huff.
Ayame waited for Reno to adjust to her declaration, felling him shift slightly beside her as his insecurities were buried away entirely. When she was sure that he was ready to be ViViD’s sex god guitarist, she gave him a quick aggressive kiss, her tongue teasing his for only a few short seconds before she broke away from him.
She spun out of his reach, saying, “You’re needed on set, Reno Babe. I’m gonna take Saya out for lunch so she doesn’t cry when you seduce Shin-kun. I might have a surprise for you later if the director says you did a good job when we get back.”
Reno watched as his little vixen winked and disappeared down the spiral of the staircase. A moment later, his name was being called and he was on his way to fulfill his role as the sexy lead guitarist/vampire/demonic-something-or-other without a hint of nerves to dog him.
He was sexy, and he damn well knew it.