Mephiles: This is my first time writing a Lemon/Lime, the idea sort of just popped into my head and I always imagined that if any of the couples became seriously intimate Aneomone would make sure that she was first and had the most. It seemed to be in line with her particualr way of thinking, hence if anyone is slghtly out of character it would be Dominic, but his selfless devotion to Anemone makes it easy enough to explain. I remind sensitive readers that this is a light Lemon/Lime so don't read further if it makes you uncomfortable. As always revies and criticism is appreciated and wanted and I hope you enjoy.
Theme: Chair
Timeline: After episode 50
"What you looking at?"
Dominic gave a startled jerk, whirling around like a hurricane, surprised to hear Anemone's small cornucopia of a voice, this late at night.
The curious little girl in question, somewhere between sixteen and seventeen years of age, stood with her hands clasped firmly on her hips, her dainty lips pursed quizzically as she raised an inquisitive eyebrow in his direction. She was dressed in her usual orange and white one piece dress, the one with an enormouly wide opening at the bottom, rather than the uniform she had taken to wearing after she joined the Izumo.
"The sky," He replied, pointing with one of his gloved hands to the sort of sky which forms the backdrop for so much bad literature. She gave him a curious glance, walking to stand next to him, as they both gazed out the enormous viewport located at the fore of the Super Izumo's command bridge.
An intimate silence lingered between the couple, the onboard lights basking the entire room in a soft neon glow, as they stared outwards. Eventually Anemone broke the silence, turning her dark lilac eyes towards him, an irreversibly agnostic look in them.
"But you can't see anything,"
And she was most definitely correct. Since the Izumo was now a renegade warship, not recognised by any form of legitimate authority, the need to remain covert was paramount. To this end, Jurgens had ordered a special night time protocol, in which all surveillance was done via radar and long range senses, whilst external lighting of any kind was deactivated. This made it impossible to, on dark and cloudy nights such as this one, see anything other than the vague shapes down below.
"I said I was looking at the sky, I never said I was seeing something," Dominic explained with a small half-grin, an all too familiar sight on his face, as he turned his own pale gray eyes towards her, a patient and understanding expression on his features.
Anemone seemed to briefly struggle with his words in her mind, a parade of different looks flashing over her features, first curious, quickly followed by confusion, then understanding, before finally she seemed to give up and gave her head a violent shake, throwing off all the looks until only a small sulk persevered on her face.
"That's just stupid," She pouted, folding her arms as she plopped her lovely sculpted rear (Dominic really couldn't help but notice) into one of the many chairs by the command consoles. Dominic felt his half-smile explode into a full-blown smile as Anemone gave a delightful little sniff, her pretty little bird-bone of a nose giving a visible jerk as she did so. A small laugh began to build itself up in the back of his throat as he watched her sulk, threatening to spool out from his mouth in a chuckle. He bit down on his lower lip, desperately trying to prevent his good humour from escaping, still wary of Anemone's volatile personality.
"What're you smiling like a dummy about," Anemone inquired, eyeing Dominic with a suspicious glint as he tried, fruitlessly, to hide his mirth by pulling his hat lower and lower over his face.
"I was just admiring your radiance," He said, giving up on trying to hide his grin, as he began to walk, taking up a standing position behind her chair.
"My radiance, huh?" Anemone asked in her 'big-enough-to-eat-you' voice, usually used to frighten off anyone stupid enough to make a move, as she returned her attention to the pitch-black sky over which the entire conversation had started.
Dominic merely smirked behind her back, easily able to detect the hidden innuendo buried in her voice; having been caught in a similar situation many times before. He gently placed his gloved hands on her shoulders, moving them down onto her arms in a slow movement, caressing her exposed skin as he did.
"Are you making fun of me?" Anemone asked, her fine lips forming into two long commas of disapproval.
Dominic withdrew his hands instantly as he felt her back straighten, and her body visibly stiffening, growing rigid. Another silence quickly emerged, but this one lacked any of the intimacy of its predecessor and was more awkward than compassionate. As if to assist the discomfort already growing in the room Anemone suddenly felt the tendrils of a distant headache begin to creep towards her.
"Dominic..." Anemone's breath caught in her throat long before she could finish her sentence as Dominic's now gloveless arms suddenly came from behind the chair and engulfed her in their presence, pinning her to the chair softly. She sighed wistfully as Dominic's hands began to move lower, circling around her waist with military like precision.
"How could I make fun of a Goddess?" Came Dominic's coy response, his voice B-flat with innuendo, his chin now resting gently on her bony shoulder, his face pressed close enough to hers that she could feel each and every one of his breaths, the hot air washing over her face, causing her skin to stand on end with goose bumps of anticipation.
The two remained in a state of semi-silence, Dominic's consistent breaths, steadily growing huskier, and Anemone's own sighs, keeping any true silence at bay for the moment.
"You know, you're lucky you've got such a smart mouth," Anemone tried to say bitterly, but the fact that all her hair follicles were standing on edge, or the fact that she was now actually preventing him from removing his own arms from around her waist, made Dominic doubt that the bitterness was sincere.
"Really it's nothing special," Dominic stammered uneasily, a bright red blush flooding his normally pale skin, as he tried to deflect her compliments. In response Anemone gave an irritated grunt, still frustrated by his insistently humble attitude, as she turned to face his cheek.
"Stop being retarded," She ordered sharply, cutting off the inevitable stream of annoying 'It's my fault, I'm sorry, please forgive me," which usually accompanied the terminally apologetic Dominic (Anemone still remembered the fact that Dominic had apologised for trying to rescue her whilst they plummeted to their doom), with a kiss to his cheek.
Dominic would have blushed furiously if he was not already doing so, he could feel as his heart melted like butter into toast, and offered up a silent prayer to whatever force had allowed him to feel that very same feeling every time he was with her. He squeezed her harder in gratitude, his now flushed face steadily returning to normal as he locked his eyes with her own. He felt like he could fall in love with her all over again, were he not already madly so.
"You know, my mouth has other talents as well," He informed Anemone with a voice dripping in ambiguity, a thin smile on his lips as he positioned them closer to her own. Anemone got the hint easy enough, and allowed her own little smirk to emerge.
"Not as good as mine though I bet," she said in mock superiority, pulling just out of reach of his own lips.
"I suppose there's only one way to really decide that," Dominic said and, both having lost patience with word games, they locked lips in a deep kiss.
The kiss was long, and Anemone's tongue was at its end, like a P.S. at the end of a love letter, full of passion and heady endearment. Feeling a bit abashed at letting Anemone do all the work, he let his own tongue sink deeper into her mouth, simultaneously manoeuvring her chair so that it now faced him, and placing his one hand gently on the back of her head, tangled amongst her bright, bubblegum pink hair, whilst his other hand began the slow and precarious journey of moving downwards.
The two continued to kiss passionately like this for some time, breaking off only to catch a quick breath and to keep themselves from fainting. The break didn't last long though, and neither were currently willing to settle for one or two kisses. So they kept on, their kisses growing ever more ravenous as they continued, each one trying to keep up with the other.
Anemone's kisses were loose, slightly unspecific, wandering from his lips to his nose, cheeks, forehead and even his neck, as if she wasn't quite sure where her mouth should be. In contrast Dominic seemed certain that his should remain plastered firmly on her lips, deep and long, and like any good officer he had a contingency plan currently working its way under her ridiculously wide skirt.
"Gotcha," he whispered slyly into one ear as he felt his fingers come into contact with what could only be the silken feel of Anemone's panties. He made sure of this by applying some additional pressure with his fingers, earning a surprised yelp from Anemone, already halfway through a senous kiss on his neck.
Dominic quickly changed his movement, and began to stroke Anemone's unmentionables with smooth and slow motions, whilst making certain to still keep his lips latched onto her own, keeping her occupied on both fronts.
"Dominic!" The gasp brought a strange thrill to Dominic, as his pink haired lover broke off her own kisses, leaving a chain of saliva leading from a wet spot on his neck to the tip of her lips. She stared out at him through bleary looking eyes, whatever sentiments were held within them being buried beneath a haze of pleasure, her hands moving to latch onto his arm, forcing him to make deeper and more deliberate movements.
"Dom-i-nic," Dominic felt his entire body shiver as she breathed his name out, enunciating every single syllable in a sensual whisper. Slowly she began to lean closer, the small goblets of spit which still quivered on her lip glittering mesmerizingly, drawing his own lips towards hers. He closed his eyes as they drew within a hairs breadth of each other. He waited for the inevitable touch of her fantastic mouth upon his own. Which is why when, all of a sudden, she leapt out of his arms, he found himself falling head first into the chair.
By the time he had recovered, Anemone had already crossed half the room, and was now comfortably spinning round and round in Captain Jurgens chair.
"Anemone?" Dominic gave vent to a disappointed question, a burning desire still unsatisfied deep within his...nether regions.
"I want you to do me in the Captains chair," she said, letting out a mischievous giggle as he approached her, she quickly began to spin the rotatable chair around, becoming a blur.
"Anemone I hardly think it's proper for us to copulate on Captain Jurgens command chair," Dominic voiced his reservations, his usual prudish manner returning now that the heated passion of before had subsided with Anemone's spontaneous departure.
"Silly we wouldn't be copulating, we'd be fucking!" Anemone said, as if Dominic had made some type of childish error in his logic.
"Their the same thing, Anemone," he explained for her own good, rolling his eyes at her sometimes dim awareness.
"I know, but copulating makes it sound like were robots, as if there's no emotion behind it, no love. When you say fuck, you mean it," Anemone said, braking herself with her bare feet as she turned to face her boyfriend, a rarely seen girlish smile on her face.
At the sight of that smile Dominic's reservations and complaints quickly vanished, his eyes softening as he treasured the moment, anything which could make Anemone smile like the child she really was, that could briefly restore the childhood so unfairly taken away from her, was worth any consequence in his opinion.
"Well if we're going to fuck, then it will be easier if we..." With both hands he quickly removed her one piece dress, pulling it up over her arms and throwing it to the side, it really wasn't necessary for what they were going to do next.
Dominic leaned in closer for another kiss, but was abruptly stopped by Anemone's protesting hands. He leaned back with a faint smile as she adopted yet another pout, something she did whenever he didn't do things her way.
"What now?" He asked in mock exasperation, drawing an irritated look from her before she replied.
"How come you didn't take off any of your clothes?"
"I did, my gloves remember," he told her, raising his hands with a wry grin.
"That's not the same and you know it Dominic," She protested, folding her arms, as she fixed him with a demanding glare. Dominic rolled his head, issuing a small sigh.
"I guess you're right," He relented, his hands moving towards his hat.
"I am?" She said, genuinely startled that he would give in so easily.
"Yep, so here," with a deft gesture he placed his hat softly on her head. Anemone's mouth became a small 'O' as she reached up to touch the hat that now rested on her head.
"There you go, I took your dress and gave you my hat, so we're even right?" Dominic said.
"Not right."
Dominic raised an eyebrow in question, as Anemone gave way to another fit of high-pitched giggles.
"This hat makes me a second Lieutenant, and you're just a private, and privates have to do what their Lieutenants order them to do, don't they?" It wasn't a question, it was a new game, and one Dominic was more than willing to play.
"On your knee's right now private," Anemone ordered with practiced coldness, pointing to a spot before her feet like an Empress, a haughty air about her, all offset by her playful smirk.
"Your wish is my command, mistress," He intoned as he obediently kneeled before her, his face just happening to be in line with her underwear. 'Black, who'd have guessed,'
"I like that name, good soldier, now what to make you do next," She pondered aloud to herself, placing a finger on her lips in a contemplative gesture.
"Perhaps I could offer a suggestion, your worshipfulness," He said with a trademark half-smile.
"Well if you ask so nicely I'm powerless to resist," She told him with a syrup sweet smile. 'I wonder what Anemone would look like naked and covered in syrup?'
With delicate hands he made a small and precise tear in her dark underwear, just large enough for his tongue, and right over his target, her...slit.
"Dominic are you sure?" Anemone's voice held the qualities of one deeply looking forward to what was coming next, but not sure if she was supposed to.
"Relax, my mouth is smart remember? Besides I won't hurt you, Goddess," the last word was said with just the right tone of compassion and desire so as to elicit a moan from the so-called 'Goddess'.
Anemone didn't see a need to argue any further and allowed herself to relax back into Captain Jurgens chair, awaiting her well-deserved prize.
If the old Dominic, the one who had used to serve under Colonel Dewey's every command, had been looking in on the scene, with Dominic's tongue mere inches from Anemone's waiting slit, it's anxiety apparent from the juices already beginning to pool out, he probably would have been repulsed.
Indeed, looking back, he had always imagined his love making to be different, picturing a more romantic, candle lit affair, a far cry from the eroticism he found himself involved with now.
On further thought though, that entire idea had never been anything more than a duty. He was an officer, so he would fall in love, marry an attractive and influential woman, raise children and serve the state. The idea of a formal romance had never been his own; it had merely been another part of the ideal life he had been told he would live.
His tongue pressed into Anemone's warmness slowly, as he began the task of probing within it, ascertaining how to cause her the most pleasure. He could hear a few mumbled groans and moans from above, but he kept himself occupied on her vagina, a wetness beginning to spread out of it gradually.
On further analysis, he realized that he would trade any of his old dreams or fantasies for only a single night, or day, of love with Anemone. The eroticism that he had once thought of as crude and vulgar was now an expression, an expression of things that could not be voiced in words but only in actions, and more than a few moans and groans.
"Dominic!" She voiced her satisfaction in a loud moan; her head falling slightly back as she circled her legs around Dominic's back, drawing him deeper into her awaiting womanhood.
He had found a sweet spot and quickly began stroking it repeatedly, violent quakes beginning to wrack her body in response.
"Oh yes! Dominic!" Her legs slackened, pleasure taking over her motor functions as she let vent to another series of primal grunts, her head lolling forward, her hair falling about her in a beautiful pink cascade.
"Dominic do I taste good? Am I delicious?" There was a desperate, almost pleading note to her voice, as if she had to have the answer, had to, absolutely had to.
"Your better than Aqua Vitae," Dominic told her in a murmured whisper, still eagerly poking inside of her, eliciting further cry's of appreciation from Anemone.
"Whats...ugh...Aqua Vitae?" She tried her best to ask, her brow furrowed in confusion, and her mouth open in pleasure.
"Water of Life," Dominic wasn't sure if her next scream of joy was in response to his eager tongue or comment, either way though he didn't really mind, as long as she enjoyed it.
Dominic raised his eyes, glimpsing her face for a brief moment.
Sex only went so far, and fantasies were only so much fun. Sex was an action, not necessarily any emotion in it. But this, what he did now, was not done because it made him feel good, although he wasn't about to complain about that particular fringe benefit. So why did he do it? What made it different from sex?
"Dominic I'm going to come! Oh God I'm gonna gush right out!" Anemone's words floated through Dominic's mind, a dazed expression on his face as he pulled out slightly, his tongue and mouth still moist with bits of her own substance.
"Don't worry, I'll take it all, I won't let a single drop spill," His promise was a soft whispered word, as he looked up at her with pale eyes, within those eyes there was no room for anyone else but her.
That was it that was where the whole crux of the matter lay, that was what made sex into love.
Dominic didn't do it to ease his erection, and Anemone didn't do it so that she could come like an explosion. Rather the opposite was true, Dominic did it so that Anemone could come on him like a waterfall, and she did it so that Dominic could fill her up with affection. They did it for each other and not for themselves. Hence love.
"Aaah!" With one final and exultant cry she came, her back arching in the chair like a cat, her eyes crossing as her lids shut themselves, her entire body seemed to rise, tensing up momentarily before everything sagged, everything relaxed and she felt like she could just melt into his mouth right then.
Dominic fought down his gag reflex with the same determination he had used to fly his shuttle into the command core, slurping everywhere at once with his tongue as Anemone's life fluids flowed around him. He wouldn't break his promise, not now, not ever, not to her.
She lay exhausted like this for a while, her mind too tired to wander why he had stopped or even register that he had stopped in the first place.
"Dominic," even her voice was too exhausted to be anything beyond a whisper, her lids felt heavy and leaden and she was only able to open them halfway, turning her neck slightly to catch a glimpse of her lover.
Dominic now rested with his own head in her lap, his back moving gently as he breathed in and out. Anemone couldn't help but feel a sudden protectiveness overcome her, knowledge that he was hers and hers alone, and she was going to make sure that he stayed that way. She gently placed her hands upon his back, stroking him slowly as she smiled benevolently down on him.
Slowly, but with inevitable determination he rose his head until his own pointed nose was in line with hers, own lips on the same level as hers, own eyes locked with hers. Anemone let out a little giggle as he pressed his nose to hers.
"What's so funny?" He asked with a wry smile. Anemone reached out a finger and stroked it across his cheek, before putting it in front of his eyes, the end glistening.
"You're still soaking wet," she said with a little giggle. Dominic smiled, engulfing her entire finger in his mouth and suckling it gently for a while.
"That's because you're delicious," he gave by way of explanation.
"Let me taste," she murmured with what could only be a sexy look, leaning her face towards his. Dominic let out a wistful sigh, closing his eyes as he felt Anemone's cold tongue begin to flit across his face delightfully, lapping up any and all excrement still remaining. It was a good end to the night, Dominic thought to himself as he curled Anemone in his arms, bringing her form next to hers, touching his forehead to hers. It was a perfect moment.
"Am I interrupting?" The question was obviously snide and rhetorical, the type of questions usually asked by the Izumo's Vice-Captain, Maria Schneider.
"Shit!" That, of course, was Anemone's response, as she quickly hid behind the Captains chair, hurriedly trying to get re-dressed at the same time.
Dominic was slightly less tactful.
"We...I...mean...that...it...well?" Maria's smirk merely continued to grow deeper as she watched the flustered Dominic attempt to stammer out a reason as to what they were doing in Jurgens chair, his words accompanied by equally erratic gestures. Maria raised one hand, quickly silencing Dominic.
"I understand that as a young and loving couple you two feel the need to...engage in each other's company, and the interior of a renegade battleship is not exactly an ideal place to spend a honeymoon, but you must be prepared to accept consequences when you act recklessly,"
"Consequences?" Anemone asked derisively as she walked out from behind the chair, fully dressed once again.
"I think an apology is in order,"
Jurgens sank gratefully into his command chair, all day his crew had been giving him funny looks, and making strange noises behind his back. Maria had been the worst, at some points he had almost been sure she was laughing at him not to mention he hadn't seen Dominic or Anemone once, although he had a good idea why. But now that he was in his chair it would all be fine, except for that smell, where was it coming from?
"Excuse me Captain, I have two crew members who I believe have something to say to you," Jurgens turned his attention towards his Vice-Captain, before turning it to a thoroughly embarrassed and awkward looking Dominic and Anemone, both pointedly avoiding his eyes.
"Well what is it?" Jurgens asked good-naturedly. Secretly he had always felt like a bit of a godfather to the otherwise unsupported and connected couple, after all, almost all their time together had been spent onboard his ship.
"Well Captain we sorta..." Dominic began, his sentence dying down softly in his throat.
"Sorta what?" Jurgens inquired, growing slightly confused. Dominic was a model officer; he couldn't recall him ever actually doing something morally questionable onboard.
"What Dominic means is that we..." Anemone's reply to died away as Jurgens turned his stair towards her.
"Means what?" Jurgens inquired growing concerned by their evasiveness.
"We sorta..."
"Kinda..."
"Out with it already!" Jurgens bellowed, now thoroughly annoyed.
"We kinda, sorta, perhaps made out in you chair," The room erupted into a gale of laughter as Dominic went red, hanging his head in shame as the crew continued to laugh and laugh.
"You...fucked in my chair?" Jurgens voice was soft and disbelieving, almost lost amidst the crews howls and chortles. The entire crew had been aware of it? They had let him sit there even though they knew? This was obviously Maria's way of getting back at him for smoking on the bridge.
"No nothing like that, we copulated," Anemone reassured him with an innocent smile, as if this made it all better.
Jurgens felt a twitch in his one eye. He had to find the two of them a hobby, or pretty soon there'd be no clean equipment left on board.
Mephiles: I hope you enjoyed it and please leave a review. Also, if you want to I'm working on another Eureka Seven Fan Fiction called Aperture, it is a work in progress so feel free to review it if you like. Thank You For Reading