That stupid megane carrot! This time he really crossed the line! No, that was the biggest understatement of the history. There was said line, then Japan, Russia, France and Midorima Shintarou was in freaking Alaska.

You knew Midorima wasn't the most romantic of the guys you'd dated so far but after 3 years of your relationship, one would expect something more than a freaking job offer from their boyfriend during a dinner in a fancy restaurant! A proposal would be more accurate, not that you were sure if you'd say 'yes' but Shin offered that as soon as you're off the collage, you'd be granted with a job in his company. Choking on your disbelief, you broke up with Midorima. Momoi cheered you enthusiastically as you gulped all the drinks at your table, Shintarou's scotch included.

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You kicked the doors to the bar wide open, scanning the crowd of people for a certain someone; you had a plan and surprisingly enough courage to fulfill it; you spotted a mop of dark blue hair. The man turned his head to see what caused such noise, only to see you dripping wet, your clothes sticking to your curves and with a dark, nearly feral aura forming around you like a thick cloud of smoke.

As you walked towards him, feeling kind of wobbly on your heels the blue-haired man looked like a deer caught in the headlights, some of his trademark confidence completely gone. You grabbed him by his collar and crashed his lips in something that should have been a passionate kiss but turned out to be wet and sloppy. After a few seconds, you pulled back, a string of salvia between your lips.

"Do you remember me?"

He nodded.

"Do you still find me attractive?"

"Y-yes."

This time you nodded with a small smile and grabbed his large hand into your much smaller one.

"Let's go," you said firmly, guiding the man to the exit. You were gonna get laid tonight.

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The apartment of the Hottie — as you started to call the guy from the bar since you didn't know his name — was just exactly as you thought it would be. Modern furnitures, lots of glass and steel. You wondered what was with guys and shiny, silvery things.

The Hottie came back to the living room.

"This place looks like something out of a men's magazine," you said, trying to look anywhere but the guy.

"Is that a compliment?"

"I-I'm not sure..." You mumbled, feeling the liquor courage slowly forsaking your body; soft music started playing, you couldn't really recognize the tune but you felt the need to break the silence. "I like t-this song."

The Hottie flashed you a charming smile, one that made your heart skip a beat. "I thought you would," he admitted, walking towards the liquor cabinet. "Drink?"

"Yes, please." There was more relieve in your voice than you'd rather admit you liked.

The man poured two glasses of scotch, leaving the bottle on the table near the couch. He sat on the armrest and patted vacant spot beside him. You walked over, feeling not even a little confident, if not nervous and plopped down.

"Cheers," he said handing you a glass, which you downed all at once.

You gasped, wincing at the taste but nonetheless you held your glass for a refill. The man quirked an eyebrow and refilled your glass. This time you squeezed your nose with your fingers before drinking, however, that didn't prevent you from choking on the drink.

"So this is how it normally works?" You muttered nervously, standing up then paced towards the glass door.

"What?" The man took off his jacket, before tossing it over the armrest.

You wiggled your thumbs, looking out in the darkness outside. "How you woo woman?" You gave him a blunt look. "You take them to your cave, put on the perfect song, and make them a drink?"

"Yes," he admitted slowly. "That's how it normally works."

You screamed inwardly at his reply; you felt that if you were to do this, you needed yet another drink. Not minding how ridiculous it looked, you grab the bottle of scotch and took a huge gulp, feeling your taste buds slowly getting used to the perfumed taste.

"So that's what happens next? We sleep together?"

He looked at you with an adorable puzzled expression on his face. "At some point, yes, I was under the impression that was your plan."

You felt your knees were going to give in under you any second now; you took a deep breath.

"I'm nervous."

"I'm getting that."

"I know at the bar I seemed..." you winced at the memory, that would hunt you till the day you died, "... confident, but I was more just soaking wet and cold and trying to be... dramatic." You gulped, but as soon as the man's deep, wholehearted laugh filled your ears, your uneasiness had started to fade away.

"You're adorable," he teased.

You puffed your cheeks in annoyance. "No! Not adorable! Sexy! R-rated sexy! My life is not a PG-13 movie. I'm here to bang the hot guy—"

"Daiki," the man specified, his finger pointing at his heart, "but Aomine will also do."

You rolled your eyes. "—from the bar who hit on me."

"I don't think people say 'bang' anymore"

"I do." You lifted your chin and brushed your (h/c) hair form your face. "I'm finally going to do something exciting and dangerous and Satsuki can blow me!"

By the way Aomine had been nodding throughout your whole speech, mockingly solemn expression plastered to his handsome face, you could easily tell he wasn't taking you seriously. To achieve what you wanted, you had to do something and the sooner, the better.

"Okay, this is how it's gonna be. Take off your shirt!" You ordered in a no-nonsense tone.

"Why?" Aomine frowned.

"Oh, come on...! I need to stop thinking."

Aomine looked mildly uncomfortable but nevertheless a short moment later he complied to your wishes; that was a mistake... Blinking as if something had gotten into your eye, you stared at his toned chest in an utter disbelief.

"Fuck! ... it's like you're photoshopped!"

Now it's Aomine's turn to be baffled; instinctively he flinched when out of the blue you ran up to him.

"Can I?" But without waiting for the man's reply, you started trailing your fingertips over his stomach, contouring the curves of his muscles.

"Ouch! You have a cold hands!" Aomine exclaimed, trying to get you off of himself. "Now take of your dress!"

"No! Not with all that happening..." You motioned to his abs and took a step back, feeling dejected; you weren't some ugly duckling but compared to him...

You ranked your hand through your damp hair, feeling panic seizing your heart. "Oh god..." You mumbled, pacing back and forth. "So what do we do now, huh? I mean what's your move? What is it gonna be?"

"What move?" Aomine frowned at you, as if you told him you're from Mars.

You rubbed your forehead, feeling your voice unusually squeaky. "What's your big move?"

"What big move? I have a lot of moves."

"But what's your big-big move? Tell me your move!"

"You're not ready for the big move." Aomine sighed.

"Yes, I am!" You affirmed, lips tugging in a wicked grin.

"You can't handle my big move!"

"Tell me!" You insisted; Aomine grimaced and you knew you'd managed to convince him.

"I work Dirty Dancing into the conversation!"

"Dirty... Dancing? The movie?"

Aomine rubbed his neck, a blush creeping on his cheeks. "Can I put my shirt back on?" You shook your head. "Can I at least sit down?" He plopped on the armrest. "You know the scene where Patrick Swayze picks up Jennifer Grey? You do... okay. This is my big move."

Aomine stared at you gawking your reaction.

"SHUT UP!" You exclaimed after one, long calculative moment; you struggled hard not to laugh out loud. "Does is work?"

"Every time."

"That will not work on me."

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The male part of the song started playing, while you were scolding yourself for letting Aomine to convince you into doing such a stupid thing.

"Oh, god!" You whined, covering your face with your hands. "This is ridiculous! I don't wanna do this!"

Aomine, still not wearing a shirt — the fact that made you quite dizzy — outstretched his arms. "Come on (Name)! Jump."

"This is beyond ridiculous!"

"Just run and jump!"

"No!... Oh god..."

"Come on!"

You thumped your bare feet against the floor, an excited grin appearing on your face. "Okay. I'll do this!"

You ran. Aomine swiftly grabbed your hips as you jumped lifting you high above his head. You rested your hands against his firm shoulders and gave a short yelp, as your legs wiggled in the air. Finally you found your balance, and as you straightened your body, you felt Aomine slowly lowering you before wrapping his arms around your waist, letting you slide down secured by his grip. Your heartbeat quickened when your eyes met; gingerly you placed your palms at the back of his neck, right below his hairline. Your lips were so close, you can feel Aomine's warm breath, with a faint scent of liquor caressing your heated senses.

Both of you felt the undeniable strength pulling you towards each other but as your feet reach the ground, you decided to break off the spell.

"So... you prefer to do it here on in the bedroom?"

"... In the bedroom in preferable."

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