This is the first story I'm posting here in a long while (it's been so long all the others have been deleted). I'm finally kind of feeling inspired and will try to post often. This first chapter is just a small teaser- more is definately to follow. I do not own anything so please don't sue me. I am meerly a poor college student trying to entertain myself.
Closing her eyes, a warm hand slid its way across the side of her neck, fingers rushing to entangle themselves into the hair at the nape of her neck; the rough, calloused skin causing tingles down her spine as it moves across her own soft skin. The fingers, once toying with the silky strands of hair, become aggressive in an instant, clenching down and urging her head forward. As she obeys, she tilts her head out of instinct, before her lips come crashing into another surface. Unlike the hands on her body, this surface was soft and smooth. Warmth begins flowing into her body from the hands on her neck and tracing their way down her chest, the lips against hers and the body now pressed against her own, making her feel flush and faint. She dares not open her eyes, hoping for this to last and not be an absurd illusion of her dreams. The lips against hers open slightly, and a tongue begins to beg for entrance. She willingly opens her mouth, allowing two tongues to delicately meet before engaging in a battle for dominance. It is as if her soul was being sucked out of her body through her mouth, but she doesn't care. She begins to lose control of her body, giving in to the pleasure cursing through her. After a moment, she realizes that her feet are moving backward of their own will. Pain shoots up to her brain, yelling that something has hit the back of her legs, hard, but before the information can be processed, she feels herself falling. She opens her eyes in panic just before she lands on a soft, bouncy surface. Her vision is blurred and her lips are suddenly lonely. She searches for something to focus on and comes eye to eye with piercing green orbs staring at her intently. She hears a faint whisper…something like she should just relax… but words are no longer registering in her brain. She simply lifts her head, to be welcomed by the warm lips passionately claiming hers again and she knows it's all over…
Michiru smiled at the thought of last week, and then frowned. "THAT BASTARD NEVER CALLED ME BACK!"