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I do not own CCS

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Music For Lovers
(Rated MA)
音樂為戀人 (恋人のための音楽)
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I. Softest Place on Earth

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Raspy whispers of urgency were heard within the dark room, their bodies colliding together in a need to fulfil the burning lust that overflowed within their souls. Although it was in the middle of the day, the thick red curtains that draped sensually throughout the entire house concealed all indications of it. The air that filled the room smelt of lust and passion, and the hot, sweaty undeniable scent of sex was unmistakable. There on the silk covered bed, two bodies connected with one another in a frenzied midst of wanting.

Her eyes were closed as she felt herself being stretched to fill his need. She felt her peak almost reach the top of ecstasy that it was hard to keep in a moan from escaping her full lips. It was unbelievable just how much they needed to feel each other's bodies pressed up against their own. Just the feeling of skin against skin was almost enough to make them both come in a shuddering breathe. Almost.

Never had they felt the need to be so completely washed away by the feeling of rapture, of wanting to be forever on the air of cloud nine. They were two complete strangers whom had only managed to exchange looks of lust, rather than words in the past 48 hours. It was something unorthodox, but the thought of this being a one night stand felt so sinfully right. The power of complete denial and the sense of security… it allowed them the ability to do whatever they wanted without anything being attached.

Winds from an open window fluttered the curtains a little, allowing a ray of bright light to cascade upon the body of the male who was currently pounding the woman below him. The sweat glistened off his shoulders and forearm, as he held her waist closer to his pelvis. "Don't stop" she cried out, tightening her hold on the male's waist with her dainty legs. Tightening herself on impulse she saw him giving her a playful glare. "I want you to come first…" he said in raspy voice, moving deeper and deeper into her soul. The feeling of him grinding ever inch of her walls made him almost come in the pure bliss of it all, but he wouldn't be selfish and allow himself the feeling of pleasure…

Not until she had released herself to him first…

"Don't stop" she said again, her breathes coming shorter and shorter as she began to feel herself reach the peak. An almost animalistic growl came from the male as he began to pound harder into her, reaching the very end of her being, to the point that he knew his top was touching the very centre of her soul. The feeling was indescribable; he wanted nothing more than to feel the wet walls of her tighten around him, tighter and tighter until he knew he would be close to coming also.

Moans echoed throughout the room from the female, and each time she did, it gave the male a deeper drive to make her come. Each thrust he gave her, the more she'd moan in pleasure allowing him the drive to push himself deeper inside, each scream she shouted made him want to release himself into her wet pussy. She grasped onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. But he didn't feel pain, in fact, all he felt was the motion of his being, being pulled and pushed in and out of her, and all he felt was the total bliss of having her tighten around him each time he drove her closer and closer to the peak of ecstasy.

She let out a scream of pure pleasure, she was almost there, and she could feel it… almost to the point of coming…

She wasn't even sure how'd they managed to come to this point in time. She couldn't even remember his name for she hadn't asked for it, and neither had he, and she was glad about this, unlike all her other times, this was done on pure impulse, on the fact that her stomach had butterflies the moment she laid her eyes on him, and the fact that the tingling sensation below couldn't stop her liquid from sweeping through her thin lace underwear. Starring up into his eyes she saw him giving her the same intense look. An amber eyed prince… "Tell me when" his husky whisper interrupted her thoughts bringing her back into the present.

Closing her eyes in the pure brink of pleasure, she gasped "now…", before letting out screams of "now… now!" loving it as his body slammed into her, faster and faster until he, himself, came in a shuddering groan before slowing falling onto her. rolling slightly off her as to not crush her body, but not completely coming out of her, he watched as the sweat that trickled down her forehead, following down the side until it hit the pillow below.

Her breathes were slowing down and he could tell she was ready to enter the land of slumber. A soft content smile was lingering on her lips, and with a soft kiss, he slowly pulled his limp being out and crept of the bed.

He was weak all over, yet he had to leave before the awkward confrontation was to be held. A small part of him didn't want to leave because he'd never felt so… alive in his life, yet the bigger part of him knew better than to sink off into a world of dream… and he had only one person to blame.

Himself.

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Do you wanna fly? I can take you high…
Who you looking for? Heavens on your door…
Baby wont you come inside… I'll take you on a fantasy ride…
Take a journey through my universe
my place's the softest place on Earth…

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A groan echoed through the empty room as milky legs moved slightly away from the breeze that was kissing her delicate skin. The sun had shone through that crack of the curtain and had, much to her displeasure, landed upon her face causing her to frown in dismay. Her body was tired, her mind was tired, and god damn it all she wanted to do was sleep until everything seemed to be functioning again.

Her long auburn honey hair was slightly sticky with sweat around the crown of her head, but the rest flowed endlessly around her body. The silk sheets had creased around the shape of her body, showing off her hourglass figure that so many females envied, whilst so many males adored. The phone rang a soft tune somewhere within the room and she couldn't help but grumble a little more.

It seemed that even god himself was against her, as she slowly peeled herself off her bed, swung her never ending legs to the side and slowly slide off. Running a hand through her hair she muttered coherent words under her breathe and picked up the phone in between the discarded dress and bra that lay on the floor.

"Sakura…" she said tiredly, covering a yawn with one hand, whilst the other held the phone lazily against her ear.

"KINOMOTO SAKURA IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ARSE OUT OF BED AND INTO MY OFFICE IN 10 MINS YOU ARE GOING TO FEEL THE WRATH OF A VERY UNSTABLE PREGNANT WOMAN!!!!"

Sakura winced; the ear piercing scream almost made her drop the phone in shock. Clutching to it with both hands she searched frenetically for the time, running around her room in nothing but her birthday suit, she picked up discarded clothing and turned over pillows that fell from the bed. Finally in annoyance she ran towards the kitchen to see the blinking time upon the microwave and almost screamed.

Not only was she three hours late for a photo shoot, she was also going to be attacked and most probably abused by her manager, who happened to be in her 2nd trimester of being pregnant, and the woman was crazy! Shutting the phone off before she was yelled at again, and become permanently deaf, she began to hysterically run around the house as she tried to make herself presentable. She was the envy of every woman. Considered to be blessed with looks of an angel, she held the innocence of emerald eyes and lips as full and red as a cherry, yet at the moment she looked nothing more than a frighten kitten ready to feel the fury of her best friend.

On the rare days where she had a day off, like today for instance, she was found lying naked upon her bed after eventful nights of passion with men with whom she had built relationships of one night stands and booty calls. She was content, and therefore didn't find herself to be classified within the "slut/whore" section of the marginalised society.

She enjoyed the feeling of pleasure, for her, love making was an art.

She was an artist, starting her career at a young age of 16; Sakura was founded at a school talent show, and from then on, had begun to write her own songs. Most of which were full of love, where slow ballads and tempos could be heard and an emotion so strong could be felt. She, like her songs, was a softly spoken, sensual woman.

Through the years however, she developed her singing and ability of writing. Growth could be seen clearly though her songs, starting from someone who was sweet and blinded by reality, to someone who grew up from her immature days and showed the world that the imperfections evident in the world no longer clouded her eyes.

Yet it wasn't until the final album where she finally felt at home. Although it had yet to be completed, the album held such a great amount of sex appeal; it was no surprise that it had bought more of the male fans than the last two albums created throughout her career. Take Me There was such a sudden change in her musical theme that it shocked a number of fans at the beginning, but just like the other two, they were won over by her honesty and her ability to not give a toss about what everyone thought.

All her songs were inspired by things in life, and because of that the fans adored her creations that she called songs. What was this song inspired from?

One man.

The only man who had caused her to feel such an immense sense of pleasure… the only man in which she did not know his name, for he had left her the next morning with a single red rose upon the pillow, and a lazy smile upon her face…

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Fin.

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