~Chapter 55 1/2~

Perfect

I'll Be Your Friend.
I Will Love You So Deeply.
I Will Be The One To Kiss You At Night.
I Will Love You Until The End of Time.

I'll Be Your Little Star.
Let Me Shine In Your World,
In Your Own Little Universe.
Make Me Your Girl.

Come Take My Hand;
I Won't Let You Go.

I'll Set Your Heart Free.

~Until The End of Time, by Beyoncé

Disclaimer: Me No Own; You No Sue.


If You're Reading This Story, Please Know It Contains Excerpts from My OHSHC Story, Picking Up the Pieces.


Takashi's P.O.V.

"…Takashi-kun!"

My heart stopped momentarily, its strong heartbeat roaring in my ears as normal, and then dropping into complete silence while I tried to catch the breath that must have escaped with the sound of that familiar cry. I immediately whirled around to stare into the distance, to where I knew – where I could feel – her to be.

Sure enough, I could make out a small blur of golden hair and pale skin as my eyes zipped to hers, to the girl that I loved enough to fly, to hurt inside, to breathe, to scream. She ran, arms out in front of her, hands reaching for mine, and I subconsciously reached for her, too. Lips parted to release another whimper with a name – my name – entangled in it. I touched her, first her hand, then her shoulders and back and waist because I suddenly had her in my arms. …My Sammy-chan.

A soft grunt escaped, but I easily caught her, holding the smaller teenager to my chest, where her face had been buried. She fisted her hands in the back of the blazer, the blazer that I often had to search for since Sammy liked to borrow it. When I had asked her about her little obsession with the blazer, Sammy had blushingly admitted that it smelled like me, and it made her feel happy and safe.

My brother said that I arrived home that day with quite the stupid smile, but…

I could not help it.

I loved her.

For this exact reason, my mind immediately jumped to conclusions, and I worriedly asked, "Sweetheart! Koi! What is wrong? Has something happened?" I hugged her back, thankful for her warmth and the sweet scent of vanilla and strawberries that could soothe me somewhat.

My fiancée said nothing, only sniffled into my chest and hiccupped softly with the force of her cries. Small hands tugged, her fingers clawing at the material at my waist and back and using them for support to get closer. She practically tried to climb into my jacket! With me in it!

Anger, though rare, was an emotion that I could sometimes find myself feeling, especially if it concerned her face darkened with it, with the possibility that someone in particular had upset her. "Did Nekozawa-san bother you?" Attempt to kiss you? …Again?

When I tried to pry my sweet lover off to question her further, since her lips remained forcefully shut with the exception of her soft whimpers, Sammy reared back and then dived forward again, her arms and legs curling over my chest and waist, respectively. She positively refused to release me and loudly cried, "NO!"

Body still, rigid, and filled with confusion, I thought about all of the possible meanings of that one word for this conversation, and I began to worry. I did not want to upset her, but I needed her to be safe, unhurt. I needed to ask again. Brow furrowed, I warily repeated, "…No?"

My fiancée cuddled closer, her mouth forming the words that did not leave her mouth, although I did not think her to be conscious of the action. I gently lifted her up, a palm at her backside and under her soft rear. My long fingers spread out to keep her in place without making her wary or uncomfortable with the touch, the kind of touch best left for the bedroom. But Sammy did not mind. She only breathed in, her chest pressing against mine, and smiled.

My Takashi, Her lips sang over my neck, I love you.

My heart warmed. Koi, I love you as well…

"What is wrong?" I finally repeated, the question softer, though the same. My hand gently whispered through her hair, tracing the outline of her metal barrette and the tops of her ears. Anger was still coursing in me, actually burning within heart and soul, but I tried to rein it in. But I did not want to scare or upset her. Never…

"Nothing," Sammy whispered, the word leaving her lips with a soft, breathy note of laughter that danced through the air. Unlike most girls at Ouran, Sammy did not have a dainty laugh; instead, it bubbled out, loudly, and filled the air with happiness. "Nothing is wrong…"

With the small teenager cuddled close, I hugged her tighter and pressed gentle lips to her head, which had been placed back between my neck and shoulder. I could feel her breathing in my scent, which I found both adorable and…arousing. A strange sensation began to build in my stomach, but I ignored the fluttering in favor of pulling her back to examine her closely.

My little fiancée blinked at me, eyes wide and bright with happiness, lips pulled back to smile while I checked her for injuries. Everything seemed to be just like I left it, with her hair still spilling wildly out of her barrettes and her knee still scraped from falling at the park the day before, when Sammy and I went out together for the evening. I relaxed, falling from poised wariness into a more relaxed posture. Gently, I touched her forehead with my own. And I sighed softly.

"'Nothing is wrong,'" I repeated again, a small smile curling thin lips, and leaned closer to her. I stopped before reaching her lips to press my nose against hers, rubbing it gently, like Sammy often did to me. A blush stained her cheeks, and then –

We kissed, with fire burning gently in our veins – I could feel it burning deep inside, moving from mouth, to face, to chest, and to somewhere significantly lower. My tongue pressed firmly against her soft and moist lips, giving her the chance to refuse, but Sammy let me in. She started out timid, uncertain (like myself) what to do, and then gained the confidence to really kiss me, our tongues dancing from mouth to mouth. But Sammy and I learned. Together.

A low groan escaped, fueling the desire, and I started to move, my palm rubbing at her rear as we shifted from the middle of the bright sidewalk to the cool shade of the shadows. I pressed her against the nearest column, pushing until her back met it and her soft thighs curled tighter to compensate for the change in position. My fiancée inhaled sharply at the cold bite of the beautiful marble column, the skin along her back bare because I had pushed her shirt up. Laughter bubbled inside of her, and Sammy teasingly nipped at my mouth; I growled.

Something inside snapped, the cord that I tightly wrapped around all of the rougher emotions – anger and frustration, lust and desire – releasing its hold for this particular moment in time, just like it had in the show at the beach. I did not worry and instead reveled in the sensation of being less controlled. I kissed her again and again and again. We moved swiftly towards the only empty wing of Ouran High School, too.

Kami, I could feel her warmth, the curves of her lips, neck, breasts, and thighs pressing against my chest and waist and face, because I stopped occasionally. I disappeared in the silent shadows with her to touch, to explore the body of the girl – the young woman, really – that I would eventually marry. My wife-to-be…

My brain whirred briefly again with the excitement of that heavy thought: My wife.

A hallway, door, and classroom flickered by, their pink and white décor flashing in my eyes without really meaning anything. My lover was preoccupied, lips and hands busy with my own. I only vaguely remembered leaning against the wall of the classroom, my mouth connected to hers, before reaching back to close and lock the heavy wooden door. I did not want to be interrupted. Not because what I wanted to might be less than honorable, but because I desperately wanted to have this moment to share with Sammy – and only her.

Heart in my ears and breathing shaky, I stumbled forward to place her atop the nearest clean desk, reluctantly letting her go. My sweetheart pulled back to inhale, with her lips wet, eyes glassy. She slowly returned to awareness, a rush of blood filling her already red cheeks the moment the situation – me, and her, and the empty classroom – made itself known to her. Tentatively, Sammy licked her lips and then squirmed, brushing her thighs together. My breathing quickened again, and I leaned forward to cage my sweet lover to the desk.

"Nothing is wrong?" I hesitantly asked the question, repeating her words because for all the time that Sammy and I had spent getting to know each other and talking, I could find them now. It was almost like the last several months had not happened. Like I'd become silent again.

My lips hovered just above her mouth, hips warmed by the bare thighs that had slipped out from beneath the bottom of her plaid skirt. My hands trembled, the first curling around hers and the second tentatively beginning to lift the hem of her shirt. We had only been this far once, and I had not removed her clothing while kissing her – making out, Sammy had called it in passing, like it was normal.

For nobles, however, I would be dishonoring her, tarnishing her reputation, and yet…

"Everything is perfect," Sammy whispered, before climbing to her knees and kissing me sweetly, firmly. A small hand moved down to my own, and I lifted her shirt with her permission and her assistance. We pulled it, and her hoodie, away.

Eyes bright, I stared at her – my young wife-to-be. My attention flickered from her flushed but smiling face, to her neck (which I loved to kiss), to the soft and ample breasts still hidden in her bra, and to the curve of her hourglass shaped waist, with wide hips and soft belly. I swallowed and slowly leaned down to kiss her, hands at her chest, and began to slide the straps of her bra down her shoulders. My mouth brushed against the skin of her shoulder and then moved down, to her naked breasts.

Kami! While I had briefly touched them before, I had not done anything else, and I marveled at the softness of her white skin, the pebbling of her pink nipples. I reached out to touch them, long fingers brushing her nipple, and heard her sharp intake of breath – but the little gasp was nothing compared to her mewl of pleasure when I then reached down to lick her left nipple, pulling it in between parted lips. My little lover reached upward, her hands clutching at my shoulders, and tossed her head back; Sammy whined and glanced down at me.

A slow smirk of masculine satisfaction claimed the lips I continued to mold to her breasts, and around them, I heatedly whispered, "Enjoying yourself, Sweetheart?"

"Yes," Sammy panted, her body writhing beneath mine not only because I continued to suckle at her breasts, but because another hand had slipped down to touch her more sacred parts through her skirt. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Good," I purred in her ear and then moved to hold her firmly against the desk, hand at her waist again and mouth moving from her breasts to her belly. I gently kissed the soft expanse of naked skin, which I hoped – knew – would someday be round with children. My heirs…

"Come here," Sammy murmured to me, arms open and inviting and around mine in the next instant. She licked her lips again and pulled back from the kiss, her soft, wet lips and mine separating with a pop.

My heart jumped, and I pulled back to find Sammy crawling forward, hands to my warm cheeks and curved legs over my waist. She did not wait for me to speak, already pressing her mouth to mine, and hooked her ankles together, pulling us closer together with her legs. My hips pressed against hers, causing a red blush to rise, and I tried to pull back, to keep the erection straining in my pants far from her center. But Sammy only repeated her earlier motion and pulled again, before pushing and pressing her – damp, I swallowed thickly – panties against my erection.

Hands tugged at the blazer I wore, and Sammy waited until I removed it to start unbuttoning the long sleeved white shirt beneath it. She glanced at me, a question in her blue irises, and I smiled down at her, letting the cute girl brush small fingers over me – my neck and nipples, the muscles in my chest and stomach. My fiancée followed the trail of her touch with her lips, and pressed them to each place, until –

A shudder trembled through me, and I grunted, the force of the high running over me as water would in the rain. Sammy had slipped her tongue over my stomach, letting the pink flesh slip into my navel, gently pushing it in and out while her hands followed the thin line of dark hair that trailed down, to my – oh, Kami!

Without warning, Sammy touched the straining bulge that curved out directly below it. I thrust into her hands, the action entirely primal and instinctual. When I regained the consciousness to contemplate what I had done, however, I attempted to pull back with haste. Sammy gave me a confused glance, her smile falling and shoulders hunching. Instantly, I could tell that I had hurt her feelings, and I knew that the other, shyer teenager was concerned that I had not liked it; her touch. So I reached for her, pulling her to me, and let her explore again. My fiancée hesitantly opened the button on my pants, fingers shaking with embarrassment and curiosity and other emotions that I myself had rushing through me.

Fingers curled into the unzipped fly, touching the tented boxers beneath and exploring their warmth. My lover shyly glanced down, eyes curious, and slipped her fingers in the opening at the front of the boxers, reaching for my manhood. A single finger stroke down its side and then attempted to curl around the width, but could not. I shuddered at the sensation of her small hand down there, but regained enough sense and attention to look at her again. Expression shocked, Sammy slowly pulled her hand back and then lifted her face, mouth hanging open.

My lips curled in masculine pride, and then I leaned down to lick the shell of her ear. "You do not have to worry, my sweet little koi, I will be gentle when you and I finally make love," I whispered to her, knowing exactly why Sammy was so quiet and pale.

However, Sammy still looked about ready to call it quits and bolt. So I curled against her, my shoulders hunched around her smaller form, and angled her thicker hips towards mine, resuming the position that the other teenager had wanted to explore earlier. We did not really know how to do this particular part either, but Sammy and I connected at the waist. I carefully rubbed against her, grinding her hips with mine, building heat and friction with the movement. She slowly responded, the fear still there but less prevalent. A soft whine escaped her lips.

Eyes closed, I thrust slowly up and down, before increasing the speed with which I grinded against Sammy. I could practically feel it, that burning in my stomach hinting at what would happen if I continued grinding it against her, but I could not find it in myself to stop – especially when Sammy moved her hand down to curl around the tip. She moved clumsily at first, before a sensual dancing of fingers ensued, with her hand moving up and down my clothed manhood, and in time to our quick movements. My mouth opened in a pant, hot air rushing out at the sensation of her hand down there, where I had imagined it several times before. I wondered what it would actually feel like to be inside of her, thrusting back and forth, back and forth. Kami!

My teeth clenched, I swiftly reached upward to curl her hair between my searching fingers, tugging her closer and kissing her hard. Hips continued to move and bump and grind together. Hands touched and danced; hers at my waist and mine at her chest. I imagined her then, spread out and ready for me, wedding kimono pooled around her beautiful form. She would be at my mercy, and I at hers. What would it feel like, that first time, and all the times after it? Would Sammy enjoy it? Would I?

Somehow, Sammy seemed to know exactly what I happened to be thinking – which happened quite often, actually – and breathily said, "Husband. You'll be the husband, and I will be the wife." Breathless laughter. "And oh, I cannot wait to be with you when we are married, Takashi!"

What would it feel like, that first time, and all the times after it?

I would kiss her, make love to her. I would make her mine. My wife…

"Feel it yet?" Sammy whispered, her voice low and throaty and rich with her usually carefully hidden accent. She curled her fingers tighter, almost squeezing them together, and then raised beautiful blue irises to me.

Lighting struck, then – "Sammy!" I breathed, and the rush of being close to release whispered through me, a warm and cold and hot feeling all at once. So close, Sammy. Please, I'm close…

She suddenly removed her hand, and I startled. Silver eyes, now darker with lust, widened. My fiancée, with her eyes on mine, stroked her small hands down my sides and then wrapped them over my slender hips. She slowly leaned forward, blue stare never once separating from mine, and gently kissed the tip. Everything stopped for a minute, while Sammy and I stared at each other, and then, I roared out her name. Heat, and release, spilled from within me.

"Kami," I muttered, slumping forward to hold the desk with both hands, arms on either side of the short American. My lips moved to hers, tenderly kissing my sweet fiancée and letting her know that I liked – really liked – her little tricks. "Minx…"

"I try," Sammy playfully teased, though her cheeks warmed with the embarrassment of actually going through with the (to her, but not me) crazy idea running amok in her incredibly intelligent and eccentric mind.

A smirk pulling at my mouth, I leaned down until Sammy and I could stare into the eyes of the other, face to face. My hot breath fanned her hair around her, and hers seemed to catch in her throat, which made her breasts bounce once. I kissed the corner of her mouth and whispered, "Shall I show you exactly how it feels to be teased, Sweetheart?"

Hands flashed towards her. She gasped quietly, surprised to find herself spread out atop the desk, her back to the wooden top, and then bit her lower lip as my warm palms slowly separated her thighs. My fiancée tried to push her legs back together, but I kissed her parted lips and softly murmured for her to keep them apart. Sammy hesitantly agreed, leaving them there and timidly showcasing the pink lace panties that Kiki had bought her. Silver eyes moved straight down to their middle, remembering how much I had wanted trail gentle fingers down the line of stars there.

Slowly, I slipped both hands down her thighs, gently stroking the milky skin, and moved to touch the damp material covering her sex. I only barely traced the line of white stars, fingers hovering above the pink and white material, making her legs tremble faintly in anticipation. I stared straight into her eyes, silver into blue, and then…

"Takashi!" Sammy cried, her beautifully thick hips bucking as my pinky finger curled beneath her panties and delved in between her moist nether lips. She tried to pull back, but I moved to wrap my arm around her back, preventing her from backing away. "Mein Gott! What are you doing to me?"

"Pleasuring you," I murmured to her, tone of voice husky with desire. I warmed with the sudden knowledge that I could make her feel this way, so unhinged and free. "You are my sweet little koi, and I want to make you soar. My little wife-to-be…"

"You really don't need to do this for me," Sammy gasped through a purr and whimper, before tossing her head back as a wave of blinding pleasure crashed through her. "I...only wanted to…help y-y-you." Another whimper escaped her swollen lips. "Ah!"

My beautiful lover cried out, her lips parted and circled, but Sammy did not orgasm. I kissed her parted, panting lips, before removing my wet finger from her hot center, bringing it to my open mouth, and licking at her sweet release. Eyes wide in surprise, Sammy whimpered, her chest heaving with the force of her cry, a cry of –

"TAKASHI!" Sammy gasped, with head back and body arching delicately beneath mine as a series of tremors rippled through her stomach. A river of German passed through her lips. "Gott, ich liebe dich, und ich liebe das, und…"

More whispered words, all in this language, escaped, and I bit back a groan as my arms moved to hold her. Within them, Sammy trembled lightly, hips and legs shivering with the aftermath of her orgasm. I gently lowered her small, shaking form to the desk, pulling her panties back up and her skirt back down. My lips found her special button, and I kissed the clothed bundle of nerves, my smile and hot breath burning through her panties and searing into her naked skin. Sammy mewled lightly at the sensation.

Another thirty blissful minutes passed in that classroom. We continued to move and touch, and soft cries filled the classroom while Sammy and I learned what made the other hot and excited, barely scratching the surface of what this could be. Still, Sammy and I had all the time in the world to learn, to teach, and to live because for once…

Everything is perfect.


***Author's Note***

Hey~! Here is the second chapter of the five I have planned for this mini-companion to Picking Up the Pieces. Since the first lime is in Sammy's POV, I thought that I would shake things up and try for Takashi's POV this time. One lime for each! I plan to have lemons for each, too. What do you all think? I do not often write this kind of thing, and I write it from the male POV only rarely, so...um, yeah! =^u^=

Note: Next one will be out sooner, since it is planned to take place in between CH 57 and CH 58.

Anyway, I hope that everybody enjoyed it! :)

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