Author's Note: A gift for Aklee. PG13+. Sora and Yamato are 17.


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Sora dropped her pen on the table and glanced side-ways at her boyfriend. "Yamato?"

"Yeah?" he responded, without lifting his eyes from his own homework.

"I don't think we have sex often enough."

A few months ago – back when they were both still virgins – a blush would've stained Sora's cheeks. Not now though. As Yamato turned his head to look at her in surprise, she simply looked back at him unflinchingly.

"I agree . . ." he responded slowly. They currently averaged sex once a week – which was not nearly as much as he wanted. And, right now, he couldn't help but glance down at Sora's chest. Of course, she was fully clothed, but he had seen her naked quite a few times now, so it didn't take much of his imagination to think about what was underneath.

If Yamato really thought about it, he didn't even know what exactly about breasts he found so attractive. Taichi liked to comment quite enthusiastically on various girls' assets at school, but Yamato never joined in – except he knew that he liked them just as much as his friend did.

And he really liked Sora's.

Yamato glanced up at the wall clock. "But my dad's almost home," he said, before looking back at Sora. "We won't have enough time –"

Sora rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean we have sex now."

"Oh." Yamato blinked once. "Then what did you mean?"

"I don't like all this sneaking around," Sora sighed. "If we want to have sex we always have to come back to your place immediately after school before your dad gets home."

"It's worked so far?" Yamato said. And Sora was firmly against having sex over at her apartment, despite the fact that they could get away with it before her mother got home, too. "Are you saying we should tell my dad . . .?" he edged, his eyebrows raised.

"No, of course not."

Yamato looked back at her in confusion.

"I'm just venting, I guess," Sora told him with another sigh. She was on her period, god damnit. She could vent when she was hormonal.

"Well," Yamato began, his lips curving into a teasing grin, "nice to know that you crave me so much."

Sora punched his shoulder good-naturedly. "Don't flatter yourself, Ishida. You just happen to be the closest person to me with a penis."

"My convenient appendage and I will take that as a compliment," Yamato chuckled, using an arm to pull her closer to him. He did really love having sex with her – but he also loved just being with her.

Sora smirked as she placed her head against his chest. "You know, I was Skypeing with Mimi the other day, and she asked me how big your penis was?"

"What the hell?" Yamato exclaimed, immediately becoming indignant. Why did Mimi Tachikawa want to know the size of his manhood? He frowned as he looked down at his girlfriend. "And what did you tell her?"

Sora's smirk didn't leave her face. "The truth: that I've never measured it." Yamato seemed to relax a little. Sora's smirk grew. "But should I measure it and tell her?" she asked in an innocent tone.

Yamato glared at her. "No. That's . . . weird."

"Insecure, are you?" Sora teased, smacking her lips together.

"No," Yamato repeated with an insulted snort. A pause. Sora's eyes twinkled at him in amusement. "Fine, measure it the next time we have sex." A longer pause. Sora's eyes continued to twinkle even brighter. Then, "It's good enough for you, Takenouchi."

Sora grinned. Well, she couldn't refute that.

[Skype session a few days later.]

Mimi: So? How big is it?

Sora: Um.

Sora: I was going to measure it. Really. I was.

Sora: But then I got . . . distracted.

Sora: Sorry.

Mimi: Sora!


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Just a quick thing, because I don't have as much free time as I used to. That promised Sorato sexy times fic will still happen – it's just ages away.