CHAPTER 2

The smell of a freshly baked apple pie fill the kitchen as I take it out of my oven. I set it on the dining table together with the other meals I prepared for tonight.
I wipe the sweat off my forehead and check my watch; it's almost 6pm. I remove my mittens and let out a little yawn.

I didn't really get much sleep last night from thinking (and fantasizing) too much about Gray. I guess Manna's little remark DID get to my head.
I had to constantly stop myself from imagining erotic things that Gray could do to me... or how his body would feel against mine... or what position we'll be doing when he'll enter me...

Knocks coming from my door startled me out of my reverie. I found myself feeling hot and bothered again, and I went to answer the door hoping that my face wasn't as red as I think it is.

"Hi, Claire" I was greeted by the shy redhead standing in the doorway.

"Hi, Gray" I returned.

"Happy Starry Night Festival!" He greeted happily. Giggling, I greeted him back. He's so cute when he's in a good mood and not emoting about his grandfather, I thought.

My eyes trail over to what he was carrying; a green, glass bottle with a red ribbon tied to its neck. He seemed to notice, and held it up for me to see. "Bought it for us to drink later" He grinned.

"Ahh, looks like we have too much" I said "I bought two bottles yesterday"

"Hey..." He stretches out his hand and caresses my cheek, taking me off guard. "The more the merrier, right?"
I was taken by surprise. I could feel my cheeks grow redder, and I'm all flustered. He chuckles and ruffles my hair like yesterday.

I puff my cheeks and pout at him again "Hmph, thanks for that" I said, fixing my hair. What a way to ruin the moment, I thought. I motioned for him to come in, and he gave me a little smile before he did.

Gray walks over to place the champagne on the table, and faces me with a bigger smile. "You cooked up a hell of a feast for us"

"Mhmm, I sure did. Let's eat!" I suggested, and we dig in. Grey happily picks up one of the baked corn I made especially for him and munches on it happily. I take a bite off the apple pie, and catch him staring at me.

"What?" I asked. "Is there something on my face? or something?"

"Yes, actually" He smirked, and reaches his hand out to my face. Slim, long fingers cup my cheeks again; his touch sending chills down my spine. He traces his thumb on the corner of my mouth, slightly touching my lower lip. Then suddenly, he pulls away, having wiped the piece of pie off my face. What the hell! Leaving me like that, expecting for more.

"There you go" smiling, he went back to eating our dinner. I eye him suspiciously.. Is he doing that on purpose? I just shrug it off and poured us two glasses of sparkling red wine. I handed him one as I take a sip off mine.

"Thanks" he mumbled, rice cakes filling his mouth. He gulps the whole glass down, a big "Ahhhh" of relief escapes his throat. I notice his lips are still wet from the wine. They look so soft, and succulent. Damn these raging hormones, I can't stop staring at them now. How would those lips feel on mine? Or on my skin, as he gently kiss my neck?

I could feel my heart beat faster with every passing second while looking at his lips, and I divert my eyes from him. I empty out my glass, too, out of impulse. This is going to be long night, I thought.

"Did you cook my favorite meals on purpose?" He asks, now helping himself to some fried rice.

"Maaaaaybe" I joked, making him chuckle. It's satisfying to see him forget about his frustrations with Saibara and just enjoy himself... with me.

It wasn't long till we finished eating our food and drank who-knows-how-many glasses of alcohol.

"So, you're really afraid of chickens?" I managed to ask through fits of giggles.
"Yeah! I like eating anything with eggs though" I snorted at his last comment "That sounds kinda wrong!" I said, laughing even harder now.

Man, I've never felt THIS giddy before, amazing what alcohol can do to you. I checked my watch, and it's 5 minutes to 12 am. I'm not a fan of drinking this late at night, but if wine is keeping Gray from leaving, then I'm okay with it.

"Could I have s'more, Claire?" He asks, holding out his glass to me. "Sure" I replied, taking his empty glass and fill it up together with mine. I hand him his glass back, and as he takes it from me our hands brush against each other, giving me chills again. It's like the very feeling of him sends electricity coursing through my veins.

"Why do you keep doing that?" I ask boldly, another effect of wine on me.
"Do what?" he looks at me questioningly, a confused expression on his face.

"Make me feel like... that?" I grab one of his hands and intertwine our fingers together, and the chills go through me again; down my back, on the ends of my hairs, even in my stomach.

"I-I don't know" He replied, quickly diverting his eyes on me, turning his head to the right. "But you do it to me too... whenever we touch like this" he added timidly.
I noticed a hint of a blush was starting to show on his face. I didn't realize he was feeling the same way I was.

"I-is that a good thing?" I asked sheepishly. What a lame question, I thought.

"...Yes.. I guess" He faces me again.

"..." I just stare at him, not knowing what else to say.

"Then can we... touch some more?" wait, what did I just say?!
"Ahhhhh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that!" I hurriedly took it back, he must think that was a.. slutty thing to say. I could feel the warmth of a blush creep up my face.

He didn't reply at first though, and it made me more embarrassed of myself.

"I-t's okay.." He finally said "I.. I want that too"

What? Is this for real? Am I too drunk that I'm imagining things? Or is HE too drunk to know what he's saying?

For a moment it was quiet between us, and we just stare into each other's eyes, not having the initiative to do anything. But then there was this spark in that mere eye contact, and that spark developed into a burning flame. A flame that made me long to be closer to him.. and he feels the same way

I slowly move forward, some invisible force like magnet was drawing me nearer. Getting off my chair, I place both my hands on his knees and lean closer. He closed the remaining distance between us and pulled me to him, his hands on the curves of my waist. I'm sitting on his lap now, my legs on either side of his, and our faces are so close.. only inches away from those lips that have filled me with such longing.

Everything else happened so fast. He cupped my cheek with his right hand while the other is still on my side. He drew my face to his and our lips finally meet. It was as soft and luscious as I imagined, and I closed my eyes to savor the feeling. I felt his tongue gently stroke my lower lip, so I parted my lips slightly for him and he slowly slips it into my mouth. Our tongues meet and start to explore and play with each other as I encircle mine with his own. That one peck turned into a kiss much more passionate.

We both pull back after a while of kissing, our foreheads touching and the only sound that can be heard in the room are our muffled breaths. Our faces were red from blushing, and we were both too drunk and worked up to stop.

I wrap my arms around his neck as I kiss him again, while he slowly runs his hands down from my waist, to my hips, moving to the curve of my back, and slowly stops at my buttocks. He squeezes them, making me squirm. I felt a small bulge on his pants when I did, and I tried moving again to feel his erection against me, making him groan.

The inarticulate sound coming from him aroused me even more. I started to continuously rub against him, rocking my body back and forth while sitting on him. The feeling of our bodies grinding on each other leaves me with so much anticipation, but it felt so good. I break our kiss to throw my head back, leaving my neck exposed for him. He starts leaving kisses on it, making me sigh from the tingling sensation of his lips on my skin, resonating down to my groin.

I felt his hands now working on the buttoned straps of my overalls, so I stopped grinding to make it easier for him. His adept fingers easily undid the straps and my eyes follow his hands as he pulls my overalls down to my waistline. He then looks up at me, like he's waiting for an answer or some kind of go signal. I move my hands to his jumpsuit zipper and pull it down his chest steadily, never averting my gaze from him, and he smiles.

He suddenly stands up, and carries me to my bed while I wrap my arms on his neck and my legs to his body. He lays me down on the bed gently, and bends down to my feet to remove my shoes and pull my denim overalls off me. I am left with my pink polo shirt and white panties. He stands up and looks at me, drinking in the sight of my rarely exposed legs. Embarrassed, I sit down and pull my knees to my chest.

Gray tucks a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear and cupped my face in his hands. "Don't hide your beautiful body, Claire" he said sweetly. By that, I get off the bed and stand on my toes to give him a quick kiss on his lips. Then I start removing his jumpsuit, slowly yanking it down. I kneel in front of him to remove his shoes, and he obediently lifts his feet for me to get his jumpsuit off. I lift my head to look up at him, now only wearing a blue shirt and checkered boxers. I notice the bulge on his underwear, and I raise my hand to stroke it lightly, resulting in another groan from him. I look up at him again, and he looks as embarrassed as I was.

I trace my fingers along the hem of his boxers, and I pulled it down to free his erection, hard and pulsing. I have no experience at doing this, but I take him in my hand and lick his sensitive tip. I circle my tongue around it, and gradually suck him deeper into my mouth. "Oh Claire" he managed to say, a satisfied feeling came over me. Knowing that I give him pleasure just turns me on.

I feel his hand behind my head gripping my hair, and I start sucking faster, harder, swirling my tongue at the same time. I establish a swift and steady motion, pushing his length deep in my mouth, and pulling right back. All of a sudden his hand tugs at my hair, pulling me up to him. I stand up disappointed, thinking maybe he didn't like it, but his hands find my waist again and his mouth on mine once more.

He pushes me down on my bed and crawls on top of me. Unbuttoning my polo shirt, he kisses my jaw, trailing down to my neck, and then to my collar bone, making a sigh escape my lips. He pulls my shirt over my head, and slides his hands behind my back to unhook my bra.

Successfully removing my bra off, he continues to leave kisses on me. Moving from my collar bone down to my left breast, he takes my nipple in his mouth and circles his tongue around it. The tingling sensation makes me moan out his name, causing him to suck on it harder. I wrap my arms around his neck again, my right hand gripping tightly on his red hair. "G-gray" I whimper.

He looks up at me as I said his name, a doubtful look is on his face "Do.. Do you want to stop?" I grab his left hand and lead it down between my thighs.
"N-no" I whisper. He smiles and gently puts his hand inside my panties, stroking my clitoris with his finger. I could hear myself moaning as he continues to stroke me, the pleasure building up more and more.

I felt Gray push a finger inside me, and it was enough to send me screaming his name. Gray pulls out his hand, leaving me wanting for more. He then starts slides my panties down my shaking legs. Panting, I stare up at him; his ginger hair is a mess, his blue eyes filled with desire and passion.

Gray removes his blue polo and throws it on the floor, leaving us both naked now. I raise my hands to feel his firm and muscular chest. I play with his red hair, intertwining it between my fingers. He leans his face closer to me, and caresses my right cheek with his hand.

His lips find mine once more, but just kisses me lightly. His teeth grazes my lower lip, and bites on it lightly, making me smile. He smirks, and buries his face in my neck. He nuzzles on my sensitive skin, and I squirm from the ticklish sensation.

I feel his erection poke my thigh, making me moan some more "Mmmmph, G-gray..."
He stops nuzzling my neck and pauses for a moment. He smirks and moved his body to poke my thigh, on purpose this time, and his length continues to go lower and lower until I feel it against the wall between my thighs.

He then moves up and down, and my nails dig into his back with every swift motion he makes.
"Ohhhh~ Harder" I beg. The feel of his length inside me is just mind blowing. Then Gray stops moving, and I stare up at him, disappointed.

I pout "Hmph"

"What?" He asks, grinning at me.

"Hmmmph" I say again, puffing my cheeks.

He chuckles and starts moving again, and a sharp moan escape my mouth.
"You want this? Hmm?"

"Yes..." I managed to say between sighs.

Gray continues to thrust inside me, going harder and harder with every push. My back starts to arch upward, the pleasure building inside me again. "G-gray.. I'm so close! don't stop!" I screamed out. I wrap my legs around him as he starts thrusting even faster, driving me over my limit. "Ohh, Gray!" I moan out loud as I climax on him. Screaming his name was enough to make him come too, and he pulls out of me just in time to ejaculate his fluid on my stomach.

We are both out of breath as he steadies himself on top of me, his hands on either side of my head. "You are amazing, Claire" He whispers, kissing my forehead. The stars are shining brightly tonight, but the only thing I wanted to celebrate is this moment I have with Gray with me.


I wake up to the sound of my dog barking. My eyes flutter open, and I realize that the sun is high in the sky now. I am naked, and remembering what happened last night, I sat up straight. A little too quickly though, cause my head started throbbing in pain.

Turning my head to the vacant space beside me on the bed, I can't help but feel disappointed that Gray just left me there. I guess it was just a mistake, we were drunk after all.

"Good morning" a voice from my kitchen startled me, and I pull my blanket over me to cover my bare chest. Gray? He's still here?

"Hi there" he says, walking over to my bed, only wearing his boxer shorts "H-hi" I gulp, checking him out from top to bottom.

"You okay?" he sits down on the edge, a concerned look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Uhmm.. It's just that.. you're still here"

"Of course, I even cooked you breakfast" He smiles, taking hold of my hand.

"B-but.. we were drunk last night" I said

"I know" he smiled wider "And even if we weren't drunk, I'd still enjoy the time we had" he winked playfully, making me blush and smile like an idiot. "Don't mind Manna, she can be too straightforward sometimes"

"H-how did you know?" I asked, surprised.

"Cause she told me about it when I went to buy wine from her yesterday" chuckling, he added "we didn't need the protection last night anyway"

He eyes me lustfully, and pulls my blanket slowly off me. Before I could protest, his mouth is on mine once more.

THE END


Hello! X3 I always wanted to write a lemon, but it was harder than I thought.. ahaha, thanks for reading and leave a comment