Sooooooooooo sorry. So very sorry! I have no excuse. The only thing I can say is that my computer refused to turn on and now I can't get to my files.
I don't own anything.
If you don't like lemons then don't read….. And I mean, really? It was obviously going to be a lemon anyway. You should have known just from the M.
Let us begin.
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Summary; While going out to get a "Teardrop of the Moon" Mitsuru gets hurt when he saves Mahiru. Mahiru feels guilty and tries to wrap his wound… The key word is "tries."
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Bandages: Chapie Four: Fin
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A frustrated Mitsuru sat on a overly fluffy couch, clenching his side and glaring at the human in front of him. "I told you, it's nothing! Just leave it!" When she shook her head the Tengu growled louder. "You got hurt protecting me. I want to repay you Mitsuru, why can't I?" Having nothing to say to such words Mitsuru grumbled and turned his glare to a stain in the rug.
"....... Please?" Mahiru had cleaned up first thing when she got back to the restaurant. Never in her life had she gone a day without a shower, and she felt so dirty in that dungeon. With a overdramatic sigh of regret, Mitsuru reluctantly nodded his head and raised his eyes to her level.
Happy at finally getting her way, Mahiru jumped up and clapped. " Ok... Wait right here and I'll get the bandages." She ran up the stairs and quickly went thru the cabinets in the bathroom to find the tape bandages.
As she skipped back to the hurt Tango Mahiru went thru the thoughts that had sprouted in her head when she had been captured. At first, even with herself in danger, all the reincarnated princess could do was think about not seeing her Tango again. It broke her heart. It was then she realized that she loved him.
Yes, it took a while, but Mahiru finally understood the tightening in her chest when ever she saw in was love. A love that was born quickly in the chaos of the lunar races struggle for the crystals. Even though they were but teenagers, because of the adult reasoning one must use in their situations they all grew up very quickly.
Mahiru knew Mitsuru might not feel the same way. After all, didn't he, himself, state that he hated humans? However, she was never one to let her doubt and fear overwhelm her.
Mitsuru was still sitting in the same spot when she came back down the stairs. She sat next to him, only vaguely aware that he flinched and scooted away. "Take off your shirt." When the Tengu hesitated she glared until he sighed and complied.
And Mahiru lost all thought. Who would have known a eighteen year-old could have a body like that? He was slim and lethal, with defined muscles. His jeans rode his hips lose, giving enough room for her to view the green hairs then lead from his navel to the edge of the jeans.
Blushing, she made herself look at the wound on his side. It wasn't as bad as she originally thought, only bleeding a little and not gushing. Steeling herself against what his body did to her, Mahiru began putting on disinfectant.
Mitsuru should have known better. What was he thinking letting her put her hands on him? It was bad enough that every time she came near his traitorous heart jumped in his chest. Now her tiny, frail hands were making circular motions on his very sensitive side.
His body tightened, especially in one specific spot.
"Wow. You're really tense." Her words didn't help any. Jumping away, he didn't calculate that she was leaning on him. Mahiru fell on top of the sweating Tengu with a "Umph!"
There was a stunned silence where both teenagers looked surprised into the others eyes. Mitsuru could feel every inch of her on top of him. Her soft body cushioning his own. Her perk breast pressed into his muscled chest, her stomach into his. His hips cradled hers, so she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach.
Her blush spread down her neck, but she didn't move. His hands had gone to her upper arms, holding her there without knowing it. Their legs twined together.
"Mitsuru…" He could feel her breath when she spoke his name. It was soft against his skin. His erection twitched, she felt it. Mahiru's blush darkened.
Seeing that Mitsuru knew the battle was over. Groaning, he leaned forward and caught her lips with his. They were both inexperienced, and she had been startled, so it was a short kiss. When his head lifted, they looked in each others eyes silently.
"Mahiru…" She was still blushing, but the blond smiled and caressed up his arm. That sent shivers down the Tengu's spine and goose bumps briefly moved over his skin. Mitsuru moaned and, ignoring his wound, grabbed her, threw her over his shoulder, and made his way toward his room.
Her blue eyes widened as her view changed to looking at his ass. "Mitsuru!" The Tengu grinned, but didn't say anything. The door slammed with a gentle push of the wind. He dropped his little bundle on his twin bed. She bounced and almost fell off, but caught herself at the last second.
Mitsuru pulled his shirt over his head and un-buttoned his jeans. He left the pants on and crawled on the bed. He leaned down again and took her lips in a more practiced kiss. Nothing mattered but feeling the heat spread.
Mahiru moaned and stopped fighting what she knew was going to happen. His hands slowly pushed up her shirt, making sure she didn't feel it until his hand covered her breasts over the bra. He growled and transformed his hand slightly and cut the offending cloth away, along with her shirt.
His hand went back to normal when she gasped and moved to cover herself. Mitsuru grunted and grabbed bother her hands and held them above her head. His dark eyes glittered in humor, but he didn't smile. "Ah ah ah." His other hand caressed up her rib cage and cupped her breast again.
Heat jumped from that spot and Mahiru arched her back with a moan. That felt so good. "Mitsuru…" The Tengu leaned down and studied the rose colored tips. They puckered and he groaned. He dipped his head and sucked one in. Mahiru screamed.
Wincing, Mitsuru backed away. Mahiru blushed and pushed herself up. "S-sorry." He shook his head hard, trying to get the ringing out of his ears. When she blushed in embarrassment and not in pleasure, Mitsuru grabbed her pants and pulled them off with her panties. She gave a startled squeak, but Mitsuru was on her before she could cover up again.
His body was hard and warm on top of hers. Her hands gripped his upper arms and went soft at the feeling of the muscles there. He might be slender, but underneath the clothes he was all hard rock. Speaking of hard… his erection was pressing into her inner thigh.
He nipped at her neck and got her attention. His eyes were curious, but he didn't ask anything, just leaned down and licked where he had nipped. Mahiru's arms came up to wrap around his neck. She pulled and he kissed her again.
She felt his shift, but ignored it until she felt his blunt head at her opening. Her eyes shot open and she gasped. The pressure built up , but pain was starting to make itself known. Tears ran down her blue eyes, but she didn't want to stop so she closed them.
Mitsuru paused on op of her. He watched her for a moment then reached his hand down and flicked her clit. Pleasure swamped her and she screamed again. When she did, Mitsuru pushed the rest of the way in, breaking her hymen and surging all the way to the hilt.
When Mahiru became aware of herself again, she was full in a way she had never been before. It was amazing the pleasure and heat that surrounded her. Her nails bit into Mitsuru's back, drawing blood. Neither noticed. When he shifted to pull Mahiru have a moan in protest that turned into a yelp when the Tengu pumped his hips and filled her again.
Sweat beaded from their bodies. Legs tangled. They were a mess, but neither cared at the moment. Actually, neither of them even noticed. The only thing in existence was the two of them. Mitsuru pumped again. Mahiru unwrapped her arms and gripped the sheets under her.
The pressure kept building and building until Mahiru screamed and Mitsuru gave a grunt as they both went over the edge.
Mitsuru fell to Mahiru;s side and they both lay there panting. Blue eyes looked over and locked with the Tengu's.
"I love you." Mitsuru didn't smile, he didn't soften, but he did lead forward and placed his forehead against hers. His hand came up and caressed her from temple to chin. He didn't say anything, but she saw what she needed in his eyes. They were full of affection and love.
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Done! Finally! Finished, completed! Thank you very much.
The lemon could have been better, but I was determined to finish anyway. Eh.
-Hiei81