***This is the full version of Chapter 17 of my story 'Shadows & Roses'! If you haven't read it it's not completely necessary but you may understand things better if you read it first!****
Kyoya could hardly believe that he was kissing Sora again. Her lips felt softer than they had before and his heart seemed to race faster than it ever had, even faster than it had the night of their first kiss.
A few minutes later Sora pulled back for air and leaned her forehead against his.
"I-I love you Kyoya." she whispered.
A small smile curled on Kyoya's face, "I love you too Sora."
"Kyoya?" Sora asked.
"What?" Kyoya asked.
"If…if I asked you for more now…I mean right now….would you give it to me?" she asked.
"More?" Kyoya asked.
She nodded, "I'm ready now Kyoya. I want you in every way. Please."
Kyoya pulled away, "There's no reason to rush into this Sora. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me to."
"I know but I'm ready now. You may not be going anywhere but I am. Sooner or later this wedding is going to come and all of this is going to be over. We've wasted a month already…I don't want to waste anymore." she said looking at him.
"You're sure you're feeling up to this?" he asked.
Sora smiled a crooked smiled and pressed her lips to his solidly. Her hands grasped the front of his shirt, pulling him down on the bed with her.
"Does that answer your question?" she asked with a smirk.
With a smile Kyoya leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He swept his tongue over to her lips and she parted them, allowing the muscle to explore the depths of her mouth. Their tongues twisted around one another in a mini battle to dominate the kiss before Kyoya won out.
With a small smirk of victory he moved from her mouth and began to kiss down her jaw. Sora's hands uncurled from the fabric of his shirt and traveled lower to slip under the hem. She let her hands graze his sides as she brought the hem up making him shiver.
"Ticklish Kyo?" she asked her breath hot on the shell of his ear. At that moment Kyoya was sure that most of the blood in his body was now centered in his groin as he felt his jeans become incredibly tight.
"Kyo?" he asked pulling back to look at her.
"What? No Kyo?" she asked looking at him.
"Usually only my sister calls me that. However I don't think it ever had this effect on me." he said and pressed his erection against her thigh.
Sora smiled and moved her hips to thrust against his. A groan rolled out of his mouth for a moment before he leaned down and kissed her again, this time with a new force.
Her hands set about pulling at his shirt again, this time succeeding in removing it. Once they had achieved their task they began to outline every muscle on his torso before coming to a rest at the waistband of his jeans.
Kyoya wanted more. She was so close and every cell in his body was begging for some kind of contact. As if she read his mind he felt her fingers begin to fiddle with the button and zipper and a second later the warmth of her hand wrapped around his flesh.
"Shit." Kyoya cursed thrusting into his hand.
"A-Am I doing this right?" Sora asked uncertainly as she began move her hand around him.
"You're doing…you're doing just fine." Kyoya replied.
"Tell me if I do something wrong." Sora replied and gripped a little tighter as she began to move her hand faster.
Kyoya nodded, "Then I must inform you that though this is not my first time it has been a while and if you don't cease that we're not going to get much further."
"Oh! Okay." Sora said and quickly slipped her hand from the front of his jeans, bringing it to rest on his hip.
Kyoya closed his eyes and took a moment to compose himself before looking back at Sora.
"This hardly seems fair." he said looking at her.
"What?" she asked.
"I seem to be losing clothes more than you. To me that seems somewhat unfair." Kyoya smirked.
Sora replied with a coy smile and a second later he felt her lock her legs around his waist and roll them over. Once she was over him she brought her hands down and pulled her shirt off, revealing herself to him for the first time.
"Better?" she smiled.
"Much." Kyoya replied and sat up kissing her again.
He brought his mouth to her neck and began to nip at the skin. It wasn't enough to leave a mark but it was enough to make her arch against him, flesh pressing against flesh. He took that opportunity to bring his mouth down to her chest, kissing the valley between her breasts as he brought a hand up to cup one.
His lips moved over to nip at the mound of her breast making her groan. Her hips began to rock against his as his tongue teased one breast and his fingers massaged the other. His free hand found it's way between them to her center, caressing it though her sweatpants.
"Kyo…please." Sora said her voice needy and high.
Kyoya had never heard Sora plead for anything before and he'd be lying if right now it wasn't turning him on even more. If that were even physically possible. At the moment he was already hard as a rock.
"Please what?" Kyoya teased.
"I need you. Please don't make me wait anymore." she replied.
Kyoya smiled and turned them back over so that she was once again under him. He pressed a soft kiss on her lips before sitting back and hooking his thumbs into the top of her sweatpants. He pulled them and her panties down and off her feet, tossing them over his shoulder. Once she was devoid of her clothing Kyoya stood up and pulled off his own jeans and boxers.
Sora's eyes fell on his straining erection and visibly gulped, her teeth nibbling her lower lip. He knew the question before she asked it.
"Um…dumb question but…is that going to…fit?" she asked looking up at him.
Kyoya smiled and climbed back on the bed beside her, "Don't worry. Everything will fit where it's supposed to."
With that he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and pulled the blankets up around them. His lips found hers again and they resumed kissing, his hands making a slow and careful path down her body.
He started at her neck before moving over her collarbone, over her breast where he stopped slightly to tease and fondle before continuing to her hip. From her hip his hand slid down one side of her thigh, across her knee then back up the other side, stopping just short of her warmth.
Her breath hitched in her throat as his fingers slid just that much higher. Kyoya watched her face carefully as he slid a single digit into her, moving it in and out in a slow motion, his thumb massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her eyes closed and her hips bucked up to meet his fingers as she bowed off the bed at an angle that looked nearly backbreaking.
The sounds that began to tumble from her lips were like music to Kyoya's ears. A surge of male pride coursed through him knowing that he was the first one that she had made those sounds for.
Kyoya added second finger and then a third. Sora's cries grew louder and louder with each thrust of his fingers. Her wetness surrounded his fingers, a sign of how close she was. However he wasn't going to let her fall over the edge. Not just yet at least.
He slid his fingers from her and she gave a glare which was accompanied by a small whine.
"Why?" she asked.
He just smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips before reaching for the beside drawer. He quickly found a condom before rolling it over his now painfully hard erection. Once it was in place he returned to Sora.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked.
She nodded, "Completely."
"It's going to hurt but I'll do my best to make it fast okay?" he said.
"I trust you Kyo." she smiled.
"I'm glad." he replied and moved into position.
Supporting himself with one hand he picked her leg up and brought it up to his hip, opening her to him more.
"Tell me if you need me to stop." he said and carefully nudged himself inside.
Slowly he slipped into her. She was tight and hot and Kyoya had to restrain himself from thrusting full force into her.
"Are you okay?" Kyoya asked as he watched her face contort in pain.
"Just…just keep going. It's nothing I can't handle." she said and he saw a small tear squeeze out from the corner of her eye.
Reaching up he brushed the tear away before pushing the rest of the way in, a small whimper escaping her. Leaning down he placed soft kisses on her cheeks and murmured quiet apologies in her ear.
Once he couldn't push in anymore he stilled himself to wait for her to give him the signal to move.
It seemed to take forever but eventually Sora began to squirm under him.
"Kyo?" she asked.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"Move." she replied and Kyoya was more than happy to oblige.
He pulled out a ways before pushing back in. He started slow, his thrusts even and controlled. However soon Sora's nails were digging into his back.
"Faster. Please." she panted and Kyoya was more than happy to oblige the girl.
He began to move his hips faster, his pelvis rocking into hers. Her nails bit into his skin as he managed to angle his hips just right and hit the one spot that made her scream.
"Do that again!" Sora demanded.
Kyoya thrust in again, hitting the spot. Sora's eyes glazed over and Kyoya felt a familiar burn began in his stomach.
"Oh god Kyo…I'm so close…don't stop." she said as her hands moved from his back to the sheets, her chest heaving.
"Me too and don't worry…I'm not." he smirked.
His name fell from her lips like a muttered prayer as he continued to move inside of her. Both were covered in a thin layer of sweat, their skin sliding against one another. A few moments later Sora came undone.
Kyoya watched as her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Her face and chest were flushed and her hair lay across the pillow, the strands damp from her bath and sweat. She was beautiful.
He felt her walls clamp down around him and a second later the building heat he had felt exploded. Her name erupted from his mouth in a groan as he came.
With a few last halfhearted thrusts Kyoya pulled himself out and fell onto the bed next to his girlfriend. Sora turned over and wrapped her arms around Kyoya's waist, burying her face in his neck.
"I love you, I love you, I love you." she whispered against his warm skin.
"I love you too." Kyoya replied and tilted her face up so he could place a light kiss on her lips.
She smiled and curled closer to him. Her skin felt flush and warm against his.
"Did I tell you I love you?" she asked with a crooked smile.
"Yes. A few times." Kyoya smirked and kissed her cheek.
"Can I ask you something?" Sora asked looking at Kyoya.
"Anything." Kyoya replied.
"Have you ever loved someone else?" she asked turning over so she could look at him.
"How do you mean? Physically or emotionally?" he replied.
Sora rolled her eyes, "Kyoya you're in the Host Club. You have girls chasing you every day. I very much doubt that you're a virgin of any sort. I mean have you ever be IN love with someone."
"Why would you ask that now?" he asked.
She shrugged, "I was just wondering."
Kyoya sighed, "If I answer that will you promise not to be angry with me?"
"It was Haruhi wasn't it?" she asked.
"How did you know?" Kyoya asked.
"Before we were together I saw how you looked at her. Especially when she was with Tamaki." she said.
"Are you angry?" he asked.
"No. I know that you're mine now. Besides she has Tamaki. Even if she doesn't realize it yet." Sora said.
"Of course you're mine just as I am yours. Even if you marry Honey my heart will always belong to you. What I felt for her was just a fleeting feeling. What I feel for you runs so much deeper and is more honest than anything I could ever imagine. You're the girl I dream of now Sora. See what you make me do? I'm talking like Tamaki. I've never known anyone to make me do that." he said and kissed her however a second later she giggled.
"What?" he asked looking down at her.
"I'm just thinking about how different you would be if you were more like Tamaki." she said.
"That would be a very scary thing because there would be more than one Tamaki and no one to keep us from the more insane ideas that we would come up with. I am quite happy with myself thank you." Kyoya replied.
"Me too. I'll leave Tamaki to Haruhi." she grinned and curled closer to him.
Kyoya wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. Soon her breathing grew even and he looked down to see her asleep against his chest.
He lay there for a long while watching her sleep. She was beautiful and he couldn't imagine not being around her. He couldn't fathom just how he had managed to break up with her in the first place. He loved her and she loved him.
Maybe Fuyumi was right. There might have been something to gain from all of this. Perhaps love was something worth gaining after all. It may not have been worth much or even something tangible but to him it was perfect and for right then it was all he needed.
