Chapter 2: Forbidden Fruit.
Smut Warning. Just skip if not your cuppa. ;)
He'd waited for her in their usual spot in the greenhouse. But as darkness descended and she still didn't show up, Mitsuru spent a few more minutes thinking over what he needed to do.
He loves Kokoro. And he will not let her take this path alone, even if it meant he will have to risk his own neck. He won't be able to live with himself if something happened to her while he stayed in relative safety for conforming to the rules.
The future no longer mattered to him, if it meant Kokoro won't be in it.
His mind made up, Mitsuru stood up and walked out of the greenhouse. There were only a few places Kokoro could be in. He knew she won't be in the room she shared with Miku, but in one of the sealed rooms on the ground floor.
The greenhouse wasn't their only meeting place. On some days, they would read the books left behind by the previous occupants. And Kokoro once told him that she would sometimes spend her nights there.
He found her crying on one of the beds and felt his own heart break. How long had she been here, all alone? The room was dimly lit, the only light source came from the huge window, but it was enough to see everything.
Kokoro didn't have to look up to know that it was him when the door creaked open.
"Kokoro..." Mitsuru said in a low voice. He didn't know what to tell her, comforting anyone has never been his forte. Please don't cry.
"I was wrong about everything." Kokoro said as she tried to stop the tears. "I'm so sorry I tried to force you to go along with it." In her desire to have a child, she hasn't considered what risks she'd be dragging him into.
"You don't have to apologize." Mitsuru murmured, if anything he felt it was him who needed to apologize to her, for not being able to stand up for her before the 9's. "You weren't forcing me to do anything."
"Lies!" Kokoro couldn't accept that, she knew what she did was wrong, and even if Mitsuru doesn't blame her, she has to take responsibility for her actions. "Don't try to be nice...just leave me be."
Her rejection hurts, but he wasn't about to let her go. He has never been good with soft words, but there's no way he's leaving her alone.
He pulled her into his arms and held her close. "Don't decide things on your own, I'm here, I want you to lean on me more. So please Kokoro, I want to make you happy."
"Mitsuru...is it really wrong to want to create a new life? Are we not allowed to think about the future?"
Her pain resonated so deeply with his own. Hasn't he carried the grudge against Hiro for so long because he wanted to carve a niche for himself? This desire to leave something behind, a mark, a legacy for the future...it wasn't only Kokoro who felt that way.
Words couldn't comfort her, he could only hope that his feelings could reach her as he leaned down to kiss her.
Relieved that she didn't push him away, Mitsuru kissed her gently, her lips, her cheeks, her closed eyes...comforting her in the only way he knows until her tears stopped.
As Kokoro calmed down, he led her to sit on the bed and pulled her close to his side with his arm. She leaned into him as they both contemplated about their future.
"Whatever you decide..." Mitsuru said, his voice so quiet it was almost a whisper. "I will not let you do it alone."
Kokoro thought about it. Could she really drag Mitsuru into something that could endanger not just her but him as well?
"Mitsuru...I didn't consider the consequences." She admitted hesitantly. "And...much as I want to have a baby with you, I don't want you to risk yourself for me."
Mitsuru closed his eyes for an instant then smiled as he cupped the side of her face. "It's too late now." He told her.
Her eyes widened at this. "What do you mean?"
"The moment you declared you wanted to make a baby in front of everyone, especially the 9's..." Mitsuru explained calmly, gently squeezing her hand. "You walked past the point of no return. All that's left is for me to follow you down the same path."
"Mitsuru..." What has she done? Kokoro felt tears prick her eyes once more, she can't let him do this. "You haven't given yourself away, no one knows you got anything to do with the book. It's not too late for you."
"Do you really think that?" He asked as he leaned close to her and studied her lovely face with tenderness. "You remember the story of Eden?"
Kokoro nodded her head, though a bit confused why he brought that up all of a sudden.
"I think I understand now, why the boy ate the Forbidden Fruit despite knowing he'd be punished as well, that he would have been safe if he didn't break the rules. He couldn't let the girl suffer alone."
"Mitsuru..." Kokoro tried to push back the tears but it was useless. Why would he want to risk so much for her?
"I love you Kokoro." His voice was barely a whisper, but intense. "I won't let you go down this path alone. Don't even try to stop me."
She could only cling to him and wept against his chest as emotions crashed over her like a dam breaking. Mitsuru brushed his lips against her head as he caressed her long hair, holding her until she felt drained.
"Feel better?" He asked as he gently wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks. Kokoro tried to smile and nodded.
He stood up and went to the corner table where she kept a pitcher of water. He poured some into the glass and handed it to her. She drank half of it, Mitsuru finished the rest and poured some more and drank it.
What a day this has been. He thought as he placed the glass back on the table.
"Have you thought about what you wanted to do?" Kokoro asked behind him, breaking his thoughts.
"Yeah." He replied as he sat back beside her and took her hand. "I want to be by your side."
Kokoro blushed and looked down. "I feel the same way." Then she looked up at him. "I think, even if I hadn't found that book...I would have still tried to get closer to you."
"I want a baby...I really do." She whispered, "But even before knowing about it, I have always been drawn to you."
"Kokoro..." Now it was his turn to blush.
"It was strange...but I couldn't stop it." She continued, but before she could speak again, Mitsuru kissed her.
Kokoro made a small sound as he sucked her lower lip, there was something different with his kiss this time, more...hungry, more urgent. She clutched the front of his uniform when he slipped his tongue into her mouth. A different level of intimacy she wasn't entirely prepared for. Mitsuru stroked her tongue gently at first, almost tentative before becoming more and more demanding.
Kokoro felt her heart race as he urged her mouth open and kissed her passionately. Wet, hot and infinitely hungry, she moaned before he stole the sound and urgently tugged her tongue into his mouth. Intense jolts of sensations electrified her body as he began to suck her, feasting on her lush lips, her sweet flavor...
They were both flushed and breathless when they pulled apart moments later. Words weren't exchanged but they weren't needed.
Kissing was simply no longer enough.
"We'll probably...not get this right the first time."
Still breathless, Kokoro smiled as she leaned into him. "It'd be okay...just like piloting a Franxx, takes time to get used to."
"I guess you're right."
Mitsuru looked at her as she pulled back, now that the moment was here, she found herself inexplicably shy all of a sudden. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the buttons of her uniform.
"Let me." Mitsuru whispered, though he has no idea how to undo a girl's uniform. It took a little bit of fumbling but he quickly figured out how to undo her top.
Kokoro reached for the zip of his uniform and pulled it open just like she did earlier that afternoon. She slid her hand beneath the cloth and touched the hard muscles of his chest, making Mitsuru suck in a surprised breath.
"Your body is really much tougher than a girl's." She murmured, fascination in her voice.
"And you're much softer." He whispered, running his hand against her skin. "So smooth...like silk."
Kokoro smiled shyly and looked away as she slid her shoes off. When she bent to unroll her socks,
Mitsuru knelt on the floor and held her foot. "Let me." He said again as he gently tugged the sock off. He ran his hand down the length of her exposed leg, loving the feel of her soft skin. He did the same for the other one, admiring her long, beautiful legs.
"Thanks." Kokoro whispered as she brought her bare feet up the bed. She unhooked her bra as he sat on the edge and removed his own shoes and socks.
Then he turned and leaned over her as Kokoro settled against the pillows.
"My heart is going crazy." Mitsuru whispered as he took one of her hands and placed it against his chest.
"Mine too." Kokoro said with a nervous laugh. She sucked in a sharp breath when he reached down to touch her, but didn't stop him as Mitsuru placed his hand on her chest to feel her heart.
That had been his intention, to feel her heart, but the moment he touched her soft skin, he wanted more.
Kokoro closed her eyes and shyly bit her lip when Mitsuru slowly slid his hand beneath the cup of her bra to touch her breast. Her nipple peaked into a tight bud at the very first brush of his fingers, making her gasp.
She made a startled sound again when he lightly rubbed her nipple with his thumb, she didn't know if she's just too sensitive, or the sensations were too intense because it was him touching her.
Hearing the sound, Mitsuru paused. "Did I hurt you?"
Kokoro shook her head. "No...it...just felt different." That wasn't right, but she had no other way to describe it.
"Different?" Mitsuru raised an eyebrow, looking at her curiously. "Have you done this before?"
"Ummm." Kokoro could only blush, wishing there was a blanket she could hide in.
He didn't understand the emotions that suddenly raged through him, but Mitsuru suddenly found himself wanting to know what she meant. It felt like he'd go crazy if he didn't get his answer that instant.
"With whom?" For all his voice sounded calm, it was such a sharp contrast to the riot of feelings inside.
"With you." Kokoro said, almost a whisper.
That didn't make sense, Mitsuru wondered if he finally lost it.
"What do you mean?"
"Like I said...I've been thinking about this for a long time." Kokoro said, avoiding his eyes. "At night...I..." She lost all nerve and couldn't continue.
Mitsuru reached and cupped her face gently. "Tell me everything, Kokoro."
She hesitated at first, then gave in, sharing another one of her secrets with him, one that made even Mitsuru blush red.
He shouldn't have been surprised, she already told him that she'd been thinking about this for a long time, he just didn't expect she had thought of him while doing it. The revelation made his heart race, though he didn't know why. It just...excited him.
"Show me..." He said in a low voice, "I want to see..."
Kokoro blushed. "Wh-what?"
"How you touch yourself."
Kokoro hesitated, biting her lip, then slowly began to pull her skirt down her legs. "It's strange." She said softly, "I've imagined doing this with you a thousand times, but now that you're here..."
But Mitsuru himself found it hard to concentrate on her words, his attention was focused on her long, slender legs, and the white underwear that was the only thing left covering her.
"Let me." Mitsuru whispered when she reached for her panties. Kokoro hesitated for a moment, then shyly nodded. She raised her hips as Mitsuru slowly slid the tiny piece of cloth down her hips, through her legs then off her feet. He caressed every bit of her skin he could touch, making her shiver.
The urge to hide from his eyes almost made her squirm. Completely naked like this, Kokoro wanted to sink into the mattress and disappear from sheer embarrassment.
"Kokoro...you're so beautiful." Mitsuru whispered, he looked at her like she was the most exquisite thing he'd ever discovered.
But she was too embarrassed to respond, could only cover her eyes shyly with her hands.
Mitsuru took one of her trembling hands and brought it to his lips. "If it makes you feel any better...you're not the only one who's been thinking of doing this..."
Her eyes went huge ever so slightly at his words. "You have?"
"Yeah." Mitsuru confirmed quietly. "Before you, I've never been interested in anyone." He wasn't sure when it was when he began to notice Kokoro. Consequently, he began paying attention to her memories when they connected, the memories she allowed him to see. The contents of the baby book didn't surprise him, only confirmed what he already instinctively knew.
He leaned closer as he brushed his lips against hers ever so lightly. "I've also thought of doing things with you...Would you like to know?"
There was a moment of silence, punctuated only by heated breaths before Kokoro shyly nodded her head.
She lay on the bed as Mitsuru knelt beside her on the mattress and reached for the zip of his shorts. Her eyes shimmered in the dim light as he slipped out of his clothes.
"Are you scared?" Mitsuru whispered as he paused from sliding his boxers down his hips.
"No..." Kokoro said, her voice barely audible. "Just...shy." She admitted.
That was fine with him, as long as she's not frightened or uncomfortable. Slowly he slid the boxers off his legs.
He has never been self-conscious of his nakedness before, but as Kokoro appraised his body with curious eyes, Mitsuru felt the heat rise on his cheeks.
"I'm not usually like this..." He said, feeling a bit awkward.
"You're too big." Kokoro whispered, then as if realizing what she'd said, she blushed and covered her face with her hands. "I...I mean..."
Mitsuru released an amused sigh, then smiled at her. A part of him has been half afraid she'd find him...ugly or repulsive. But there had been only admiration in her expression as she studied his body, until her eyes rested below his waist. That's when her mouth formed a small 'O'. It's not like she'd seen an aroused boy before, but there was only shyness in her face, no revulsion or anything that would say she thought he looked weird.
"Kokoro..." He called her name as he slowly straddled her hips, his hard flesh felt hot and heavy as it grazed against her flat stomach.
"Touch me." Mitsuru whispered, reaching for her hand. She didn't resist when he placed it on his hot, aching flesh, Kokoro only sucked in a sharp breath as her fingers first brushed against the sensitive tip.
The sensations were indescribable, Mitsuru was quite taken aback by the ferocity of it.
"I'm sorry!" Kokoro gasped, she would have pulled her hand away but he held her in place.
"No, you didn't hurt me." He said, breathing heavily. "It just felt so different...coming from you."
He curled her fingers around his flesh and nearly groaned again. Her soft hand felt so good.
Slowly at first, he showed her how he liked to be touched, until Kokoro got used to the feel of him, and he gradually increased the pressure and rhythm.
Mitsuru released her hand and gave her free rein as she became confident, clutching the sheets unconsciously as pleasure raked him with each stroke of her hand.
All too soon, he crested near the edge, he didn't expect to reach the peak this quickly.
"Kokoro wait!" He groaned, but it was too late, Mitsuru could only cry out through clenched teeth as white-hot pleasure gripped his whole body, his hips bucked once, twice and yet again without conscious thought as she inadvertently squeezed the last drops from him.
Kokoro gasped at the sudden expulsion of fluid from him. It was thick, warm and whitish and hit her breasts and stomach. There were small droplets even on her face.
"Sorry..." Mitsuru gasped as he recovered from his euphoria and saw the mess he made on her skin. A bit clumsily, he grabbed the edge of the bed sheets to wipe her.
"It's okay." Kokoro said with a smile, her blue eyes bright. "I was just surprised that's all."
She touched one sticky droplet sitting on the top of her breast and then rubbed the moisture against her nipple. It felt nice but not as good when Mitsuru was the one touching her, maybe she shoul— Kokoro gasped when she realized he had been looking at her.
"How long have you been watching me?" She almost squeaked, covering her face again.
"You..." Mitsuru began, his voice husky, "You really do the craziest things sometimes."
Kokoro peeked at him through her fingers, making him laugh lightly. "Your turn." He said, as he gently tugged her hands away from her face.
"Show me how you like to be touched." Mitsuru said as he moved from straddling her hips and knelt beside her instead.
Kokoro bit her lip and hesitated. "Are you..." She swallowed the knot that suddenly formed in her throat. "Are you going to...watch?"
Mitsuru appeared to consider for a brief moment. "Of course...how will I know what pleases you if I don't?"
A small sound escaped her lips. But this time, Mitsuru won't back down. They've come this far. He won't let her hide anymore.
Kokoro looked away as she reached between her legs, parting her thighs just wide enough to allow her fingers free movement.
But he pressed her knees apart, wanting to see her clearly. Kokoro blushed but she allowed him to see everything. Mitsuru gently caressed her breast as he watched her touch the secret place between her legs.
"Mitsuru..." Kokoro said softly, almost a whisper as she closed her eyes. Then slowly she began to touch herself, now that she's gone past her shyness over having an audience to witness what usually was a private affair, her fingers did not hesitate, telling him that this wasn't something new to her, that she had been doing this for quite a while.
Mitsuru watched with apt interest, forgetting to even breathe when Kokoro parted the soft folds between her legs. She was so pink, almost red. He could see the tiny slit at her center, so tightly closed. But her fingers were focused on the pearl of flesh just above the small entrance, slowly circling it with her fingertips.
Kokoro made small, soft noises that stirred havoc inside him. They affected him, excited him as much as watching her touch herself. She reached for one of her breasts, and played with her nipple, pinching the rosy bud between her thumb and finger.
The sight was proving too much for Mitsuru. He realized he was rock hard again, almost bursting his skin...but he couldn't help it. She looked so amazing, so beautiful as she lay before him.
Unable to watch anymore without touching, Mitsuru reached between her thighs. Kokoro's eyes opened at the first touch of his fingers against her most secret of places. But she didn't stop him.
"Like this?" Mitsuru asked, his voice low, almost unrecognizable as he tried to replicate the strokes she made with her fingers.
"A bit faster." Kokoro whispered, her need for release eclipsing any propriety or shame. "Yes..just like that..." She encouraged him with words until her breathing quickened, her hips began to move as if restless and color rushed to her skin, turning her chest and cheeks dark pink.
Kokoro gasped as he leaned to lick her nipple as he continued to stroke her, gently nipping the rosy bud with his teeth. The pleasure was so sharp, her body jerked in response.
She clutched his arm without realizing it as she crested the pinnacle, her soft flesh contracting so sweetly against his hand as she came.
"God, Kokoro...you're so beautiful..." Mitsuru breathed, and he meant it. She looked incredible, with her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes replete with pleasure. She was even more lovelier to him right now.
"You're embarrassing me." Kokoro looked away.
"But it's true." Mitsuru leaned closer as he bent his head to kiss her.
Kokoro moaned as she felt his tongue touch hers, questing...probing, this time she knew what he wanted, sucking on him as he licked and stroked the heated interior of her mouth. Mitsuru made a sound of approval as he gently cupped her breast, rubbing the nipple so delicately until she gasped.
Her lips felt swollen and throbbing by the time Mitsuru released her.
"Is it okay?" He whispered, looking into her eyes. "I want to...enter you now."
Kokoro hesitated but only for an instant, then she nodded. "Yes..."
Mitsuru paused as the thought occurred to him. "Will this hurt you?"
"Not sure...the book didn't say anything." Kokoro blushed, she had been focused on the how to's not how it would feel.
Mitsuru touched her forehead with his. "Then tell me if it hurts...don't try to hide."
Kokoro nodded, then rested her hands on his shoulders as Mitsuru held her knees and parted her thighs wider. She closed her eyes as she felt him brush against her most secret place.
He called her name, silently asking her to look at him. Embarrassed but unable to deny him, Kokoro opened her eyes.
She watched him, wide-eyed as he caressed her inner thighs, then gently pressed her legs wider apart.
He looked so huge, intimidating as he placed the blunt, fleshy tip of his sex against her tiny opening.
Her soft flesh resisted him as he pressed against her, making both of them gasp.
"Don't want to hurt you."
"It's okay." She whispered, "I'm alright...keep going." It was a lie, she's actually scared, but she didn't want him to stop.
"Kokoro..." Mitsuru groaned as he clenched his teeth and clasped her hips. He pressed against her once more, harder this time but her body still refused him access.
"Sorry..." He breathed as his hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place as his hips heaved forward. No gentle way to do this...
Mitsuru gazed at her, his green eyes intense as the tiny entrance stretched around him, her soft flesh finally submitting to the relentless pressure.
Kokoro gasped as he entered her. He was so huge, so imposingly hard, her fingernails dug into the muscles of his shoulders, but neither of them noticed.
His penetration burned as he pushed through soft, tight flesh that was still unprepared to receive him.
Her mind knew what to expect but her body...there simply was no way to prepare for this level of intimacy without prior first experience.
"I'm sorry..." Mitsuru kissed the tears that gathered at her eyelashes, brushed his lips against her cheekbone as he stretched and filled her sweet, tight sheath. It felt so good to be inside her...so good. Her soft flesh gripped him, held him tight and deep. But he wanted more. "Kokoro...oh god, you're so tight."
The sensations from the intimate friction as their joined flesh rubbed against each other were so intense Mitsuru could only groan against her throat.
She rubbed her cheek against the top of his head as she wrapped her arms around him. It still wasn't comfortable, but she loved him too much to deny him anything.
Mitsuru kissed her as he slowly withdrew and penetrated her again. He groaned as he realized she's still too tight, so small around him. He'd hoped she'd receive him easier this time...if only a little.
He kissed his way down her neck as he tried again and yet again, withdrawing then filling her up as he coaxed her body to accept him with ease.
"Mitsuru." Kokoro cried out as her body finally opened up, permitting him deeper access. Mitsuru held her gaze, his green eyes piercing as he finally sheathed himself to the hilt.
The depth of his penetration stole her breath away, it felt as if he has invaded her very soul. But she was no longer afraid.
Something snapped inside him, and Mitsuru realized he can no longer hold back. Whatever control he had left was shredded to bits as raging lust took over. He didn't mean to be so savage, so ruthless but his body was no longer his own. He could only bow to the driving need to thrust into her, hard and deep.
It didn't help when Kokoro arched her hips against him, inviting him to take more, to take all he wanted as she raised her arms above her head, a quiet gesture of submission, of surrender.
She cried out softly as he sank deep into her, so deep he stretched the petal-soft folds of her sex tautly around the base of his cock. Then he circled his hips, once, twice and again, teasing her clit.
"Yes..." Mitsuru breathed heavily against her neck as he licked, sucked and bit the fragrant skin. "Scream for me..."
Her breasts bounced ever so slightly every time he thrust into her, until he gave in to the temptation and claimed one rosy nipple with his lips. It drove Kokoro wilder, had her scratching down his back from the intensity of the sensations.
He pressed her knees onto the mattress, opening her body further to him as he took her with wild abandon, the bed protested the furious movements, creaking with each forceful thrust as his body slammed into hers, but neither cared.
And even as his instincts took over, as Mitsuru gave in to the intense urges of his body, he realized one fundamental truth. This act, this joining of bodies...it was the most intimate, satisfying way for a boy to have absolute possession of a girl.
That was his last coherent thought as he took her lips again, filling her mouth even as passion rose higher, burned brighter and he could only clasp her hips to lift her up, raise her body to meet his downward thrusts as he pounded into her again and again. It felt so good...so good, he could lose his mind.
Mitsuru cried out her name as he came, seized by a rush of sensation so intense he could only bow to it and shuddered almost violently as he filled her with liquid warmth.
Breathing heavily he dropped kisses on her face, still trembling from aftershocks of pleasure. It was incredible, so much more intense.
Kokoro whispered his name as she caressed his hair, and held him close as he nuzzled her neck, she smiled as he pressed his lips against the pulse still throbbing frantically. Her body felt a bit sore, still tense, restless from unfulfillment, but she didn't mind.
Mitsuru pulled back his head and gazed down at her. "Are you alright?" He looked almost sheepish.
Belatedly he realized he hasn't pleasured her. He can't leave her...frustrated like this.
"Let me..." He whispered as he slowly reached then gently touched the soft flesh between her legs.
Kokoro gripped his shoulder as he began to stroke her clit, his touch unsure at first but gradually becoming more confident as he rubbed her so delicately.
Mitsuru kissed her lips then nuzzled her neck as he continued touching her, then licked his way down to her breast.
She gasped his name as he nibbled one of her nipples. Kokoro bit back a soft cry as he closed his lips around the tight bud and began to tug before drawing her deeper into his mouth. The moist heat of his mouth, the delicate touch of his fingers as he caressed her stoked the embers of her passion. He took her higher and higher until Kokoro thought she couldn't take any more. Just when the sensations got too intense, the sexual tension snapped and release so pure, so absolute enveloped her.
"Mitsuru!" She gasped as he pulled her into his arms, it felt so good, it was almost...frightening.
He pulled the sheets to cover themselves and then caressed her hair as she rested her face against his chest, his own breathing still heavy.
A fine sheen of sweat covered their bodies but neither of them minded, snuggling as close as they possibly could get to each other.
He was getting sleepy, though Mitsuru tried to keep his eyes open. The emotional toll of the day was catching up to him.
Then he realized Kokoro has already beaten him to it, has given in to peaceful slumber. He smiled and caressed her hair until sleep claimed him too.
A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot but had to split into 2 chapters, just got too long. Anyways, don't know how people saw the scene in the greenhouse when Kokoro made her advances, but to me, it looked like Mitsuru knew what she's talking about. He didn't look confused as people are when they have no clue what was told to them, instead he looked more like shocked that she wanted to do it out of the blue. lol
Episode 17 has a curious title: Eden or Paradise. It could mean a lot of things too, like the story of Adam and Eve. But I highlighted on the man's actions, he could have been spared from the punishment if he refused to partake of the fruit, but he did it anyway. As to why, it's anyone's guess, but I like to think it's because Adam loved Eve too much to live an eternity without her. In the same way, Mitsuru knew the risks, but he chose the path that Kokoro took regardless. He's a softie too. lol
Not sure what memories the pilots could see when they connect, but I figured Kokoro would subconsciously want to show Mitsuru the baby book...so yeah. ;)
I don't think either of them was innocent in the matter of sexual awareness. It's instinctive knowledge, don't need textbooks or porn to know about it. Besides, Kokoro wouldn't look so peaceful at the end of the episode if it had been a disaster. lol