Beautiful Disasters- Hawks x OC

Chapter 37

Mariko didn't think she had ever spent so much time on makeup or doing her hair. Maybe once, but that was for an ambassador's birthday party and she was undercover security, so it didn't really count.

Sakura had no reservations in dressing Mariko for the night's outing. She curled her hair slightly, so it fell in full waves down her back and gathered it into a half-bun. It was a bit uncomfortable because the brunette would have to go the entire night with pins stabbing into her skull, but Sakura insisted that this was the perfect style for the makeup and outfit aesthetic Mariko would be wearing.

The "look" she was getting, was a lot simpler and more natural-looking than she had expected. Knowing Sakura's eccentric personality, she'd expected to fight the brunette on not wearing excessively bright colors. Aside from foundation and concealer, the only thing she put on her face was a tinted lip gloss, blush, and mascara.

"You look perfect!" her friend exclaimed.

Mariko smiled a bit, "Thanks Sakura. You're pretty good at this."

"Practice. It's all practice," she told her. "Now get out of the way so I can do my own makeup. You can't be the only one who looks good tonight," she joked.

She nodded, "Alright, I'll go find something to wear-"

"LIGHT OF MY LIFE WHERE ARE YOU?" a voice yelled from the living room.

She locked eyes with her friend, and at that moment, she wished that lighting would strike down and kill her. "I am never going to hear the end of this," she thought.

"Who's that?" Sakura asked. Her amused expression told her she already knew.

"Hawks," she muttered quietly.

The brunette broke out into a grin.

Knowing what was coming, Mariko was already shaking her head. "No, don't you dare-"

"WE'RE IN MARI'S ROOM WE'LL BE OUT SOON GIVE US A SECOND!" she yelled.

"SAKURA? ALRIGHT COOL!" he yelled back.

The brunette did her makeup five times faster than what Mariko even thought was possible and practically sprinted over to the closet to find something for them to wear.

"Can I borrow some of your clothes?" she asked.

Mariko nodded in agreement and sat on the bed, waiting for her to pick out whatever she liked.

Quickly enough, Sakura found a glittery sequin top for herself and paired it with some skin-tight black jeans. "Who'd ever thought that you'd have this stuff in your closet?" she asked, checking herself out in the mirror.

She rolled her eyes. "I go out. Not often, but I do," she pouted.

The brunette ignored her and continued looking in her closet. Now, it was Mariko's turn. She gasped when she spotted it. "Mariko you have to wear this," she insisted, thrusting a black dress at her.

She raised an eyebrow, "Seriously? How'd you even find this? I forgot I even had it."

"Not up for debate. Put it on I wanna see."

She rolled her eyes and stripped off her clothes before stepping into the dress. When she'd worn it for the first time it was to celebrate being discharged from the army, she'd been twenty at the time and it had barely fit her. Now, it ended at mid-thigh and the thin straps were slightly straining against her boobs. "I'm cold," she said.

"HOLY SHIT MARI YOU'RE A KNOCKOUT!" Sakura shrieked.

Mariko smiled awkwardly, "Thanks."

"LET'S GO SHOW HAWKS!" She exclaimed excitedly.  Not even giving her the chance to argue, she grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the room. "Hawks! Look!" She exclaimed pushing Mariko into the living room and gesturing to her like she was an art project her teacher had given her a good grade on.

The male, who's attention was on his laptop, slowly turned his attention to the women in the room. His eyes widened, raking over her figure as he took her in. She'd always been beautiful, but she looked drop-dead gorgeous like that. "Not fair," he muttered. How the hell was he supposed to control himself around her when she looked like that?

Mariko stared at him; her eyes were so bright they looked electric. She did want to know what he thought, but he was being unusually quiet. She didn't know where it was a good or bad thing.

"I'll be right back," Sakura squeaked, excusing herself quickly.

"Keigo?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

He looked at her at that moment, and it was over. He couldn't look away even if he wanted to. She shouldn't have said that. She shouldn't have called his name and stared at him like she was waiting for something- waiting for him. His heart skipped a beat and the blood rushed to his head. He hadn't even realized he'd stood up until he was right in front of her which may have been a mistake because now she was right in front of him. Her presence was overwhelming in the best way possible. His throat ran dry as he stared into her eyes. "Beautiful doesn't even begin to describe you," he whispered raspily.

Mariko's heart raced against her chest, a similar feeling to the incident at the hospital.

Neither one of them noticed that they were slowly leaning closer to each other until their lips were just a centimeter away.

It was that moment that Sakura decided that if she waited any longer, they were going to be late and she wouldn't have as much time with the resident doctor (AKA her soon to be boyfriend). She burst into the room from Mariko's bedroom, startling both adults since they had both gotten lost in the moment. "Hate to interrupt but we gotta get going if we wanna be there on time," she told them.

Hawks cursed quietly as he pulled away from her.

Mariko was at a loss on what to do, but she didn't have to think about it too much as Sakura had taken her hand and was handing her a pair of shoes which she barely had time to put on before being shoved out of the apartment.

When the door closed, Keigo practically fell back onto the sofa. His heartbeat thundered in his ears and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down nervously. "I was going to kiss her," he thought. His cheeks burned in embarrassment. Had he completely lost control of himself? It was Mariko for crying out loud! He rubbed his face frustratedly when a thought struck him: she hadn't done anything to stop him.