Disclaimer: You know the drill… I don't own Rival Schools/Project Justice
or the characters therein. I'm just doing this for fun. Blah, blah, blah…
Yuri warning applies. If this bothers you, then I suggest that you
retrace your steps and choose another story.
Author's note: This chapter is 'lemon' flavored.
Passion
By
NinjaNao
Riding behind her on her motorcycle was an unexpected thrill, the wind rushing through my hair. I do not recognize this place that she has brought me. She tells me that this is her 'special' place that she likes to come when she wants to be alone. She has never shared this place with anyone until now. I am honored that I am the one she has chosen to share it with.
She laughs at me. My hair is a mess, she says. Well, I didn't have a helmet. With only her in front of me to shield me and I being taller, it didn't do much good.
We sit together and look down at the lights of the city below. I put my arm around her waist and she snuggles in close. We sit this way for a while, enjoying the closeness. I never thought I would be able to hold her like this, or even want to be with somebody. I've always been alone, and enjoyed being alone. But she showed me that I needed someone, not necessarily to fall in love with, but just someone.
She shifts around so that she is facing me. She looks at me shyly as she removes my mask and kisses me. It's not a dream, I remind myself. This time it's real. It is very real, as her tongue dances with mine.
Slowly I remove her jacket. She doesn't resist me and pulls me in closer after tossing the jacket aside. Her body pressed up against mine sends a shiver down my spine. Our kiss grows more passionate, yet remains tender. I work my hands under her shirt. I am surprised to feel her tugging at the zipper of my dress. She gets it down and pulls my dress off my shoulders kissing my neck as she does so. She then moves to free my breasts from the bra that restrains them. I feel her gentle hands begin to knead my breast as I close my eyes. She slowing kisses her way down my chest until I feel one of her hands replaced by her mouth. I let out a small groan.
I struggle pulling at her shirt, not wanting to distract her. She pulls away and shyly smiles at me. It's the same shy cute smile that I fell in love with. I do not know how far to take things or how far to let her go. The last thing I want to do is scare her away now that I have her where I want her. She removes her shirt and I move into kiss her. I remover her bra and then pull her body in close. I feel her shiver as our skin touches.
Softly, I run my hands down her back, taking care not to tickle her, pausing briefly to caress her breasts. I reach the top of her pants and run my finger slightly inside, along the edge. I move toward the front and pull the snap loose along with the zipper. I slip my hand inside. Her body tenses up but she does not back away nor does she tell me to stop. Instead she shifts making it easier for me to touch her. I move aside the slightly damp fabric between her legs and slide a finger inside.
"Oh, Zaki!"
Author's note: This chapter is 'lemon' flavored.
Passion
By
NinjaNao
Riding behind her on her motorcycle was an unexpected thrill, the wind rushing through my hair. I do not recognize this place that she has brought me. She tells me that this is her 'special' place that she likes to come when she wants to be alone. She has never shared this place with anyone until now. I am honored that I am the one she has chosen to share it with.
She laughs at me. My hair is a mess, she says. Well, I didn't have a helmet. With only her in front of me to shield me and I being taller, it didn't do much good.
We sit together and look down at the lights of the city below. I put my arm around her waist and she snuggles in close. We sit this way for a while, enjoying the closeness. I never thought I would be able to hold her like this, or even want to be with somebody. I've always been alone, and enjoyed being alone. But she showed me that I needed someone, not necessarily to fall in love with, but just someone.
She shifts around so that she is facing me. She looks at me shyly as she removes my mask and kisses me. It's not a dream, I remind myself. This time it's real. It is very real, as her tongue dances with mine.
Slowly I remove her jacket. She doesn't resist me and pulls me in closer after tossing the jacket aside. Her body pressed up against mine sends a shiver down my spine. Our kiss grows more passionate, yet remains tender. I work my hands under her shirt. I am surprised to feel her tugging at the zipper of my dress. She gets it down and pulls my dress off my shoulders kissing my neck as she does so. She then moves to free my breasts from the bra that restrains them. I feel her gentle hands begin to knead my breast as I close my eyes. She slowing kisses her way down my chest until I feel one of her hands replaced by her mouth. I let out a small groan.
I struggle pulling at her shirt, not wanting to distract her. She pulls away and shyly smiles at me. It's the same shy cute smile that I fell in love with. I do not know how far to take things or how far to let her go. The last thing I want to do is scare her away now that I have her where I want her. She removes her shirt and I move into kiss her. I remover her bra and then pull her body in close. I feel her shiver as our skin touches.
Softly, I run my hands down her back, taking care not to tickle her, pausing briefly to caress her breasts. I reach the top of her pants and run my finger slightly inside, along the edge. I move toward the front and pull the snap loose along with the zipper. I slip my hand inside. Her body tenses up but she does not back away nor does she tell me to stop. Instead she shifts making it easier for me to touch her. I move aside the slightly damp fabric between her legs and slide a finger inside.
"Oh, Zaki!"