Chapter 6: Crash.

Sherry moved the syringe away from Gin's arm and threw it into a plastic bag on the nightstand. She couldn't help noticing how, even while lying face down on the hotel bed, his gaze followed every movement of hers.

'This should keep tetanus away,' the girl commented. 'Do you want any painkillers, or maybe a sedative?'

'I'm fine,' he answered, slightly shaking his head against the pillow. 'Just… cover it and treat your own wound already. You need it.'

'It's merely a scratch,' she argued. Gin's eyes gave her a reprobating look, which she avoided by pretending to be very interested in the first-aid kit next to her lap. 'The bullet only brushed my tight. I'm okay…'

'You didn't sound that okay when she shot you,' the boy replied. Finally looking up from the various bandages to figure the size of the injury, Sherry didn't miss the worried frown on his face. 'And you've been limping ever since – don't try to deny that. I think you should have a look at it.'

'And I will,' Sherry protested, struggling to keep her cool. 'It's only that… I thought your wound should be treated more urgently.'

Gin's expression turned graver at her words. He averted his eyes, clearly uncomfortable with the arisen topic. In the most absolute silence, Sherry looked away for an instant and then took a big, square dressing from her kit.

'You know it won't just heal for good, don't you?' she murmured, her eyes inevitably fixed on the crimson-red wound on his shoulder. It looked reasonably clean now, at least. The bleeding had stopped before they got to the hotel, so it had been fairly easy to hide it from the sight of the unsuspecting clerk. After all, Gin was pretty good at concealing his pain. He always bragged about having an extraordinary stamina – but did he, or was it a mere lie so she didn't worry? How much pain could he possibly be in at that very moment? 'Chances are that some ache will come up every now and then for the rest of your life, or that you will lose some mobility.'

'I know,' he whispered. Sherry had a look at his apparently tranquil face and suddenly felt like slapping him. So that was it? Was he so proud that he wouldn't let the tiniest sign of "weakness" show, not even in such situation, when an infection could possibly be already killing him from inside, when he could be facing an irrevocable, lifelong damage of his very physical condition? Did he need to always feel superior? Couldn't he just admit being afraid, regretting his decisions, needing others' help? Without a word, she finally placed the dressing on the wound – Gin grimaced momentarily when the cloth pressed against his skin

'This is all I dare to do,' she commented, trying her best to stay calm and not to give in to the corrosive rage that flooded her heart. 'But that bullet should be removed by a surgeon. We'll phone the headquarters as soon as we can so they'll have the operating room ready when you arrive – in the meantime, I'm afraid you'll have to put up with it.'

'It's okay. I'll be fine,' he answered, his gaze still avoiding hers.

'No, you won't.'

The three words came out before Sherry could realize she was pronouncing them. Gin looked at her, showing his clear surprise, and tilted his head. That was it. Taking a deep breath, Sherry finally gave in.

'You have just been shot, Gin,' she pointed out. 'In the shoulder. Who knows how much blood you may have lost, or whether the wound will get infected, or what nerves or muscles the bullet may have crushed and destroyed. Don't you see,' she inquired, unconsciously raising her voice, 'the danger you've been and are in? Don't you realize what this shot may mean, what it may cost you?'

'Of course I do!' he replied. 'I knew all of that when I launched myself in front of Rukuma's rifle…'

'Show it, then!' she roared furiously. 'You say you don't want people to see you as a monster, and yet you repress your humanity, being too proud to display any form of "weakness"! Well, I hope you drown in your own arrogance one day, and that you…'

'That's not it!' he yelped back, interrupting the girl's speech. 'It's not…'

But he couldn't go on. A grimace of pain shadowed his face and Sherry couldn't help a shriek – Gin had tried to sit up, only to fall back onto the bed on his right side. Sherry moved forwards to help him, but the boy made her a gesture and finally managed to get himself back up. Now breathing heavily and visibly suffering from a good deal of pain, he sat up straight, his body's weight leaning on his left side.

'That's not it,' he panted. 'I don't intend to look "superior" or anything by hiding my pain and trying to look calm. It's only… that I don't want you to worry too much. And of course,' he added, raising his hand to ask an about-to-intervene Sherry to let him finish, 'I knew what I risked when I launched myself into that bullet's way. But I didn't care. All that I could think… was that I didn't want you to die.'

Sherry's response came to a halt in her throat. Feeling as if her heart had been tied in a knot, she kept quiet.

'Rukuma was aiming at your very chest!' he explained. 'That shot would have killed you! When I realized, I freaked out. Your leg was hurt, so you might not have been able to stand back up if had pushed you to the ground – and I had no time to think, Rukuma could shoot and the bullet would be impossible to dodge. So I didn't think. I acted out of impulse and shielded you with my own body.'

Sherry shook her head. 'But you were risking your very life…' she muttered, unable to hold herself for any longer.

'I knew it,' he responded, lowering his gaze. 'But I didn't care, as long as I could save yours.'

The girl let out a sad laugh and lifted her boyfriend's face with her hand. When their eyes met, she laughed again and whispered 'You suicidal romantic...'

'I love you, Shiho,' he claimed, looking at her in the eye. 'Today, I was willing to give my very life for you – and so will I tomorrow, and the day after that, and every single day for the rest of my life. You're what matters to me the most in this world.'

The girl smiled, fighting the tears that threatened to fill her eyes.

'I love you too,' she murmured, moving closer to him. 'But I don't want you to give your life for me, or to be hurt in any way for my sake. Don't you see,' she added, 'that I wouldn't be able to cope with such guilt, that the pain would be twice as bad? Losing you alone would break my heart, but knowing myself to be the responsible…'

'Save that guilt for when you poison me,' he joked, and both laughed.

'I'm serious,' she insisted, a smile still on her face. 'I don't want to lose you,' she whispered.

'Neither do I,' he answered. 'I thought I was going to lose you today, and I was utterly scared. I love you, Shiho…'

Without a single word, the girl bent forwards and pressed her lips against his. The boy kissed her back and his left hand gently caressed her cheek. When her face moved away from his, Shiho contemplated the boy for a moment. Then, she called him by his name, his actual name.

'Yes?' he answered.

'I have made a decision,' she spoke. Her pulse quickened. 'I… I want us to make love. Right here and right now.'

Faster than she could have a predicted, a bright blush covered the boy's cheeks.

'But…' he started.

'We've been dangerously close to death today,' she argued. 'I could have lost you. Or you could have lost me. And I don't want to die and regret not having lived enough,' she claimed. 'So let's live while we still can.'

'But… But it's your virginity, Shiho!' he exclaimed, moving even closer to her. 'Are you sure about this?'

With a silent smile, Shiho nodded her head and then looked up at the boy.

'I trust you,' she whispered. 'And I love you. And I want you to… to have all of me. May I… have all of you?'

Following some initial seconds of quiet shock, the boy smiled timidly and gave an enthusiastic nod.

'Of course,' he muttered. 'Yes.'

Very awkwardly, Gin moved both his hands towards Sherry's blouse. Noticing the pain on his face, the girl gave him a worried, to which he responded with a smile that seemed to say 'It's alright.' She let him go on. One button at a time, the blouse soon fell onto the bed and then slid down its side and to the floor.

Sherry closed her eyes when, after bending towards her, Gin started placing kiss after kiss on her chest. The boy's lips pressed against her collarbones, then her breasts, setting off a flow of waves of pleasure that began running through her body like wild horses, all of them hurrying towards the same spot. In the meantime, his fingers flew around her bra, fighting to undo it. Her own hands moved down to her jeans, and the two pieces of clothing shortly fell to the floor in unison. As if suddenly aware of his own pants being on him, the boy hurried to take them off too and then looked back at her.

Sherry couldn't help blushing when Gin shamelessly moved his gaze down to her breasts – curiously enough, he blushed just as much as her. After staring his fill (or so it seemed), he cleared his throat, as if ready to give an important speech, and looked back up into her eyes.

'May I…?' he spoke. 'I mean, may I…? You know, just… I mean… Like… Well…'

The girl let out a laugh. Gin, who had turned redder and redder with every word he said, lowered his gaze in embarrassment.

'You can touch,' she answered, and the boy looked back up. 'Of course you can touch. Please do it.'

The boy gave a shy smile and then moved even closer to her. The fascinated look on his face when his hands first pressed against her breasts forced Sherry to suppress another laugh, fearing to hurt his feelings although speechlessly amused by the innocence of her boyfriend. However, that didn't last long. A moan of pleasure made its way out of her lips before she could do anything to fight it back – Gin had moved his face closer to her chest, and he was sucking her nipples with such ferocity as she could have never imagined, switching from one to the other every few seconds. She could feel the wetness forming between her legs and the spasm-like movements of her labia, all following the rhythm of the endless beats of piercing pleasure.

Sherry's hands slipped down Gin's torso, caressing his firm chest and slowly heading towards his now tight crotch. The boy's entire body, even the tongue that still played with her nipple, tensed up when she moved her hand into his underpants. Sherry felt the thin layer of hair under her fingers, and the boy let out a moan of his own when her hand ventured lower between his legs. Gin's groin felt intensely warm (partly due to the heat which his body gave off being trapped underneath the clothing, she reasoned), and it didn't take her too long to find his already partly-hard dick. She let herself enjoy the feel of it and the oddity of its nature, making its owner moan in the process.

'How is it,' she started, a kinky smile on her face, 'that you masturbate? Is it like this?' she asked, cluthing the hardening shaft and moving her hand up and down its length. Gin's moans increased both his volume and speed. 'Is this what you do when you're alone and horny and thinking of me, wishing it was my hand instead of yours?'

Gin's head fell back in pleasure and Sherry couldn't help an amused laugh. With a fluent movement, she released the boy's cock and rolled down his underwear to his very knees. An inevitable smile was born on her face when she looked down, and her cheeks rapidly blushed harder than ever in her entire life.

'It's… big,' she commented, her smile only widening at the contemplation of such glorious appendage. An unexpected fear invaded her, and she hurried to look up at Gin's face. The blushing boy, whose eyes avoided both her and the object of her admiral, didn't say a word. 'Are you sure it will… "fit in"? I'm not…' she added, looking back down, 'that big… "downwards"…'

Her words only made Gin's cheeks get a darker shade of red. With an unmistakable look of embarrassement, the boy parted his lips a few times, as if trying to find the words, and finally shrugged his shoulders.

'I… I honestly don't know!' he claimed. 'I guess it'll "fit", don't you? The species would have perished a long time ago otherwise. But could it… not "fit in"?' he asked timidly, 'Is that even possible?'

'I don't know… A baby's head is supposed to be able to get out through the vagina, isn't it? Anyway,' she added, 'there's a way to find out, isn't there?'

Gin's cheeks, which had started turning back to their usual color, blushed yet again, even if way less than they had previously had. With a kinky smile on her face, Sherry moved closer to him while taking her panties off. Her entire body shivered when her bare crotch brushed against the cool sheets. Gin stared at it for a long while, fascination again on his face, after which he looked back up as if compelled by some silent voice. The girl made an eloquent gesture to him and he hurried to drop his underpants on the floor, next to the rest of their clothing. Now fully naked, the two of them stayed still, only sitting on the bed.

In the most complete silence, Sherry let her gaze wander up and down her boyfriend's body. He was simply gorgeous. She contemplated his crotch, adorned by a thin layer of fair hair. It was certainly odd – different from a woman's, at the very least. But she liked it. His balls looked nearly comical, whilst his cock… Words couldn't describe such gloriousness. She only hoped it could get inside her without much difficulty. She had read about penises not fitting in, about the damage they produced to the person being penetrated… Sherry closed her eyes for a moment – that wasn't a proper theme to dwell on right before losing her virginity.

'So?' Gin asked, taking her off guard. 'Do we simply... do it?'

'Yes,' she responded, feeling rather nervous. 'Yes, let's do it. Do… do you still want? Do you really want to do it? It's okay if you don't.'

'I want to do it,' he answered with a nod of his head. 'And you? It's okay if you don't.'

'I want to do it, too,' she assured. 'I've been wanting to do it for a long time. Shall we… start?'

'Yes. Yes, that would be okay, I think.'

Sherry bent forwards timidly and Gin did the same. When their lips met, however, all of her doubt seemed to go away at once. Gin's tongue brushed against hers, and she couldn't help moving closer to him. She placed one hand around his waist and the other one on his left shoulder. After a while their faces parted and the boy bent to kiss her neck. Sherry's labia resumed their erratic movements when she felt his hands on her breasts, clutching them and playing with her nipples. From what she saw out of the corner of her eye, Gin's cock was also getting harder, discreetly twitching and jolting in its erection.

Holding the boy's body close to hers, Sherry lay down on the bed very slowly, moans still coming out of her lips due to the boy's playing with her nipples. Her legs spread wide when she felt Gin's body pressing against hers. He was rather heavy (especially considering how skinny he looked) and the warmth he gave off surrounded her in an inebriated embrace, but she didn't care – she couldn't worry about such insignificant details, not while a fire seemed to burn in her crotch.

'Do it…' she muttered. 'I can't take this anymore… Just do it already…'

At her words, Gin stopped playing with her chest (much to her dislike) and moved a few inches away from her. When they stared into each other's eyes, the girl couldn't help noticing how blushed he was, but also the confident look his face showed.

'Wait!' he spoke, his voice rough from the lack of use in the last minutes. 'There's something we nearly forgot… I don't think,' he added with a joking grin, 'you want to get pregnant, right?'

Both laughed. Thankful for the lighter-hearted atmosphere, Sherry turned on the bed and hurried to take a pack of condoms out of a drawer of the nearest nightstand. However, just as she spun back to Gin, something caught her attention and froze her on the spot out of embarrassment. The boy was sitting on the bed in front of her, and in his hand he held the very same item as her.

Sherry blushed as fast as she couldn't have predicted and she hurried to avert her eyes. Gin's voice showed utter astonishment as he exclaimed 'You have condoms?'

'I was about to ask you the same!' she replied, raising her face and looking back at him. The boy's cheeks had turned red.

'You know I'm a cautious lad!' he argued.

'In more than one sense…'

'We already faced that situation once, didn't we?' he went on, ignoring his girlfriend's comment. 'A few weeks ago, we were about to… to have sex, but we couldn't because we had no condoms. I didn't want that to happen again, so I bought a pack the day after that… and I've been carrying it everywhere ever since.'

'I did the same,' Sherry admitted. 'I left mine in the nightstand today, but I normally take it with me. You have no idea how awkward it was when I dropped my purse in the shopping center last week …'

'Vodka thought mine was a pack of cigarettes,' the boy mentioned with an amused grin. 'I had to tell him they were peach-scented so he would stop asking me for one…'

Sherry shook her head. After a moment of recollecting herself from the comical scene that played in her head, she looked briefly at the pack he held and then into his eyes. 'So?' she asked. 'Shall we try out your "peach-scented cigarettes"? I really want to… give them a taste.'

'That sounds like a good idea to me,' Gin replied, his lips curled up in a kinky smile as he moved closer to Sherry.

With no need for more words, the boy opened the little box, took a foil square out of it and carefully ripped its wrapper. Out of the corner of the eye, Sherry saw him roll the condom over his dick while she took both packs away and laid them on the nightstand. Gin was already done when she turned back at him. The girl's pulse quickened again – the moment she had been waiting for was now excitingly near.

She lay back on the bed and Gin hurried to place himself on top of her. Her arms moved around his back, taking care not to even brush the wound of his right shoulder –their bodies pressed against each other, his skin feeling pleasantly warm.

'Are you ready?'

The girl looked up. Gin was staring at her, his cheeks of a bright pink and his face showing how undeniably nervous he was.

'Yes,' she answered. 'Absolutely ready.'

With a brief grimace of pain she didn't miss, the boy shifted his weight to his right arm and moved the left one downwards. He seized his own penis and (awkwardly) pressed it against the girl's crotch – Sherry couldn't help a few pleased sighs as it rubbed against her wet labia, obviously struggling to find the spot where it would fit. When Gin's swollen glans finally met the entrance of her vagina; he took a moment to look up at her in the eye, then thrusted with an unexpected force.

Sherry had no idea what the sound she produced could be named as, nor did she care. As a wave of pleasure rushed across her body, there was only one thought in her mind – that she wanted more. However, no sooner than she had started enjoying herself, a sudden jolt reached every last cell of her entire being, flooding her not with pleasure but with ache – an electric-like, raw pain, coming from the very point where the pleasure seemed to be born, right were her body joined Gin's. A distressed moan came out of her lips before she could do anything to stop it, causing the boy to change his look of pleasure into one of worry.

'Are you okay?' he panted. 'Did I hurt you?'

'No, of course not…' The girl shook her head and tried to pull a calm face, one that wouldn't give her lie away. 'I'm okay, go on… just go on…'

She bit her lower lip expecting more pain when he thrust again – and it came, only that not as much; the pleasure, however, was greater, running up and down her spine. And the third thrust felt even better, and so did the fourth one, and the fifth one… She lost count shortly after reaching ten.

Her moans were echoed by Gin's as he pushed himself in and out of her body. Sherry arched her back unconsciously, raising her hip, and let her head fall back when her widely parted labia moved around the the base of Gin's cock. It felt even bigger than it looked, brushing harshly against her wet insides, giving her the irrational idea that she would break with the next thrust; but she didn't break, and it all felt surprisingly good – there was no pain now, only the numbing pleasure that burned her entire body. She wanted to scream, to ask for more, only a bit more, enough to feel the well-known explosion only magnified by the feel of something big, alive and warm making its way inside her. She had lost her sense of time, only keeping that of space, of Gin being on, in and out of her. She tightened her embrace around his shoulders and pushed her body closer to hers – his chest pressed against her breasts, her stomach against his. She could feel his legs between hers, the warmth of his strong thighs as they hit her burning groin with every thrust.

Gin was surely enjoying it, too. Even through the pleasure-induced confusion that fogged her mind, she couldn't help but notice the signs of what it all felt like to him – the loud moans that kept company to hers, the heavy panting which his breath had become, the ectasy look on his blushing face. Their eyes met as she contemplated him. Gin smiled and delicately pressed his lips against hers. When he tried to move away, Sherry's tongue forced its way into his mouth and her right hand pushed his head down.

It was only when she ran out of air that Sherry's lips parted from the boy's. She let out a moan and looked at him in the eye. Their faces were as close as they'd never been, their foreheads pressing against each other's, and her gaze unconsciously wandered up and down, as if trying to memorize every last detail she could now distinguish. Apparently realizing he had slowed down the griding of his hips, the boy gave an unexpectedly hard thrust and resumed his previous rhythm.

The waves of rushed pleasure soon dashed once more across the girl's entire body. She pressed her hips even closer to his and let her moans become louder and faster as seconds passed. She didn't care who could hear them – there was nothing she could care about at that moment apart from Gin's cock inside her body, his sweaty skin brushing against hers and the sound of his heavy panting in her shoulder. Nothing else, only the two of them, tangled up in an embrace as tight as she could have never imagined.

When he reached climax, Gin's entire body tensed up against hers and he thrusted deeper than she could have thought possible, getting a high moan out of her lips as he buried his face in her neck and let out a broken cry. Finally, after a few seconds, she felt his body relax and fall helplessly onto hers. Gin's breath was rough and heavy, but it seemed to be getting back to its usual pace.

'I love you,' he muttered, his lips still pressing against Sherry's neck. 'I love you.'

'I love you, too,' she responded as quietly as him. 'I love you more than anything else in this world.'

Gin's cock slid out of her and the girl seized the chance to reposition herself on the bed. Her crotch felt very weird – it hurt a bit, but not enough to bother her. She hurried to pull the sheets over both her and Gin and then curled up next to him. Much to her delight, the boy moved his arms around her and pushed their bodies together. Still holding her tight, he turned the lights off and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

'Good night, Shiho.'

Shiho buried her face in her boyfriend's shoulder and smiled.

'Good night.'

Author's notes:

¡Hola! Hello! Hallo! こんにちは! Salut! Here comes Sherry Furude once more, ready for attack!

First of all, thank you for reading this far! I honors me that you consider my work to be worth your time. I hope you're enjoying the fic.

This chapter depicts part of what the anon requested me: Gin and Sherry having sex for the first time. The exact words were that 'first, Gin refused to take her virginity but Sherry convinced him by telling him "I trust you".' According to this anon, a woman's virginity is a great deal in certain Asian cultures, as "giving" it to a man means 'giving him your all.' In this chapter I made a reference to the anon's words on the topic, as you may have noticed (when Sherry claims she wants Gin 'to have all of [her],' and then asks Gin whether he wants her to have all of him).

And what's up with this chapter's title, you may ask? Actually, at first I had no idea what to title this chapter. When writing the smut part (or at least most of it), I had some trouble focusing and finding inspiration, so I decided to have some background music. The song I chose was "Hurricane", by 30 Seconds to Mars, as I thought it suited the chapter very well. And when faced with the issue of the title, the word 'crash' (which is repeated many times in the song) came to me. I realized it went very well with the chapter, which consist of a series of metaphorical 'crashes,' of metaphorical collisions, between Gin and Sherry: their opposite behaviors at the beginning of the chapter, their later argument and then their eventual reconciliation, which culminates in their having sex for the first time.

As I always repeat, please tell me if you find any kind of mistake in this chapter. Help me become a better writer!

Lots of love and see you next week,

Sherry F.