Confessions

By J Luc Pitard

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really! Well, an over active imagination, but certainly not any of the Skip Beat! characters found herein.

This is a lemon flavored fic. But it's by me and I just can't write anything short (not even this disclaimer)! Inspired by a request to do a lemon scene in my other Skip Beat! story where I felt it wouldn't be appropriate. Here? Probably not 100%, but humor me. (I looked it up and you can all thank LightWithin for the M request.)

WARNING: If you are under 18 or if you don't appreciate adult type touching between consenting adults written about in a slightly graphic fan fic, go back! Trust me they live happily ever after. Re-read previous chapters or try one of the many excellent fics found on this lovely website and rated T or below. Skip Beat! is a rich fandom with many wonderful and romantic (and clean!) stories. You'll find my favorites on my profile page. If this is too explicit for this fan fic site, I'll take it down, just let me know. YET ANOTHER WARNING: This is the chapter where Lemons be. Oh, and on the next one too, I guess.

Setting: Int. Scene 7

Setting: Int. A large Western style bedroom with Japanese design touches.

Establishing shot: Close up of a woman's face. Focus is on her mouth which is open but without audio.

Ren stared in shock at the newest piece in his art collection. It was a lifelike sculpture, done in white marble, entitled 'Maiden in Despair' and it was located in the middle of his bed. He'd only meant to give her a taste of the pleasure she'd given him with that wanton lap dance. You'd think he was a hundred years too early. And yet moments ago he'd been seduced and even cum in his pants like a schoolboy while she'd been left hanging, unsatisfied. What was he going to do with her?

He studied the statue's frozen face. It was as if she was drawing in breath, like a child on the playground who'd finally realized it was hurt. For a second he considered the walls of his apartment. It was fairly sound proofed- at least he'd never been bothered by noises from the other apartments or heard complaints about his gym workouts- but what would he say to the police if they barged in to find a half naked teenager screaming "PERVERT!" in Ren Tsuruga's bed? The President would have a coronary if his first scandal were that! Shock became panic and panic became movement. His look almost mirrored hers as he leaped to clamp a hand over her mouth, but for the one millionth time that day, Kyouko surprised him. She let out a long, shaky breath.

"I'm... uh, I'll... yeah, okay," the dazed girl said. She let out a forced sounding laugh and nervous fingers reached for her shirt hem.

Even on his knees, Ren loomed over her. His look went from worried to stern, yet his voice was gentle when he spoke.

"Kyouko."

She looked up, caught off guard by his tone.

"You don't have to do anything. We don't have to do anything." He licked his lips as her hands began to move again, lifting the light cotton fabric slowly. He put his hands over hers before the shirt reached neck height, a pink bra exposed underneath. Her skin was flushed a similar shade with embarrassment. "If you're scared..."

His voice dropped off. Kyouko's look was too trusting, too sexy. She stared at him intently, as if begging him to read her mind. Ren didn't know how long they stayed there, his hands stilling hers as their eyes tried to push a lifetime's worth of conversation into... a few seconds? Minutes? Hours?

"You are scared," he said finally. "But, you... do you want this?"

Kyouko broke eye contact, sighed and nodded. She was relieved that he'd understood what she could only scream in her head, but sad that he would turn her away now. He'd tell her to come back in ten years. Maybe. If she was lucky. Would he still be her friend?

Ren took one of her hands in his and lifted it up to his mouth. Kissing each finger, he began to weave a tale for her.

"You are a fairy princess," he began. "The most beautiful one in the land." She tried to protest, but he shushed her and continued light kisses on all parts of the captive hand. "And I am?" He waited with a smile half hidden behind the palm of her hand.

"The fairy prince, Corn," she said softly, talking to the mattress even as the beginning of her own grin grew.

Ren kissed her wrist as a reward. She still wasn't looking at him yet, so he leaned closer to her, breathing in her scent as he went on in a lower voice, "And this is a place of magic. Normal rules don't apply here." He took her index finger in his mouth and bit the tip playfully. That brought a gasp and she tried to pull it away from him.

"You can do anything you want here, princess. In this world, you get to decide what you want and what you don't," he continued. "So tell me what makes you feel good." He pulled her finger back into his mouth, swirling the digit with his tongue.

She looked up at him, eyes wide, but no sign of panic in their chocolate depths. "I can stay?" she whispered. There was still ambient light in the room, enough for her to see him by and the sight of him, closing his eyes, as if he needed a moment to savor something sweet, made her throw away the last of her fears. Corn would treasure her. She was certain of it.

"Hmm," he answered and dove down to take her lips. His hands didn't remain idle. Her shirt was already bunched up around her shoulders, giving him free access to the skin below.

Kyouko arched her neck, changing the angle of their kiss, driving him deeper and he moaned low in his chest. Pleasure was pulsing through her from every point his hands touched. She broke the kiss, crying out loud when he brushed over a nipple through the sheer fabric of her bra. As his focus shifted to removing said impediment, she managed to gasp out a question. Her voice was at least an octave lower than normal and she nearly stuttered with the need for oxygen as she asked, "Corn, are... are we brother and sister?"

Ren froze. She swayed slightly in his arms and he wondered for a second if she was speaking from delirium until she qualified her question.

"I mean as prince and princess of Fairyland. Father told me to call him that and I think your mother said something-" When Ren shook, she did as well since he was all around her: his head just over her shoulder, his arms cradling her from front to back and it was his chest that she was leaning on for strength. Finally she harrumphed as the laughter he sought to suppress came out.

"Sweet, sweet, Kyouko," he said once he got his breath back. "This isn't incestuous, if you're worried about that." He thought as quickly as he could. These stories meant a lot to her; after all she'd never doubted his silly tale about the gemstone, all these years. "One day the king went hunting on a high mountain in the far North of the kingdom." Ren swept her up in his arms and moved them back to the top of the bed as he continued, "He searched the woods all day and found no game. As night fell, he stretched out under the stars but sleep wouldn't come to him."

Kyouko smiled as she imagined Kuu as the huge king of the fairies. She was there under the night sky watching the falling stars with the king. Ren described the king reaching out to catch one, and she moved her arms as well, helping him to pull the lightweight blouse up, over her head. And still the story went on.

"…in her arms. The baby was a beautiful thing and the queen no longer wanted to let the elves raise her precious star child..."

Kyouko wrapped her arms around Ren, happy to feel him without any barriers. She felt his words vibrate through his chest and directly into her side. His arms tightened around her, but his voice continued to weave a magical world just for them.

"...throwing the magical fruit down from the his favorite tree. He flew up to the top of the tree to find that it wasn't a monkey at all, but the beautiful princess he hadn't seen for many years..." She slapped his chest lightly but shifted to allow him to her slide her capris down past her thighs.

"...They found new games to play together and lived happily- Ah, hmm."

Riding her bike so much had given Kyouko wonderfully well developed calves but they now impeded an otherwise flawless undressing. She had to assist and the spell was broken.

"Tsuru- Um, Corn?"

From her tone and the shifting she was doing as he tossed her clothes to join his script on the floor, Ren worried she might lose her nerve. If so, would they be able to fake their old relationship again? Would she even want to? He touched her shoulders tentatively, bringing his body back around hers, but leaving her the space she seemed to be needing.

Kyouko wrapped her arms about her own chest now, hiding her breasts and she tightened her legs together. She was left in her white panties. They were the very definition of utilitarian and not the sort of thing she wanted to be seen in by a man who used silk sheets on his king sized bed. She had to be the least sexy person alive!

To stall for time, she asked, "Can I fly? You can now, right? Your wings, you keep them folded back, but I mean... I don't even have wings."

Ren's eyes softened. Shifting again, he moved closer behind her, sliding his arms around her body. He pulled her up and backwards so that the bulk of her weight rested on his thighs and he sat back on his feet. This way she was up off the bed, but almost entirely dependent on his support, much like a doll. When he was satisfied with their arrangement, he nuzzled the side of her face. Without saying anything, he added his own hug under hers, almost wrapping around her as if to add double protection for her modesty. Of course, he smirked, he meant to do no such thing. Kyouko twisted her head to the side to look at him, as if looking for an answer, and he instead gave her a peck on the cheek. Though she was all but nude in his arms, she still blushed. Ren felt the stirrings of a response and decided this was the time for action, before she could succumb to shyness.

"Let's ask your body then," he whispered directly into her ear. To distract her from the mission his hands set out on, he nibbled lightly on the lobe, licking the skin behind it so that she arched slightly away from him. Being unable to look at him directly, he hoped, would make her feel less threatened when he took control of her hands, moving them from their hiding spots under her arms and pulling them gently, sensually, across her own breasts. Watching from over top of her shoulder, Ren kept laving the sensitive skin on her neck with his mouth and teeth, stopping only to whisper encouragements, like "To fly, you need to open up," or "Feel the air on your body." His hands were the puppeteers for hers as they cupped her swelling breasts and traced the pink areola, skimming the goosebumps that formed in the wake of her own fingers.

"Aah." Slightly uneasy at the surge of feelings, she started to move off his lap, only to have him flex his arms slightly to restrain her and then tweak both of her nipples simultaneously. "Ow," she said without real conviction. He chuckled into her neck and she stopped moving.

Ren drew her hands away from her breasts now. Her right, he pulled toward his mouth, but the left he maneuvered so that she would have to take her index finger and thumb into her own mouth. His hands insisted on a languid in and out motion for both of them and he suckled her digits, using his lips and tongue to wet each one in turn. She panted for breath and he wondered if she'd followed his example or not. A glistening pearl of saliva between the fingers on her left hand told him she had and he watched as it came to rest on her pert nipple just as the sensation of air hitting wet skin made her shiver. Ren moved her fingers repeatedly, showing her different techniques, from pulling, teasing and rubbing to squeezing the area around it, pinching and flicking the buds.

"Just like that," he purred as his own hands moved away, cupping her small, but well shaped breasts from below. He licked his lips as he watched her nimble fingers moving on their own.

Wanton wouldn't be an image most people got of Kyouko Mogami. An actress with natural talent? Sure, people across Japan had seen that. A hard worker who doesn't complain when required to pull double shifts or work several jobs? Yes. An odd teenager who speaks to herself at night and plays with creepy dolls in the corner? Yeah, a few folks knew her that way. It was also becoming known in the industry that she was a fast learner and right now her teacher's encouragements were leading her higher and higher as his hands began to travel lower and lower.

Some part of her was shocked by this lewdness as it watched from the sidelines, munching popcorn and drinking a kyurara. The rest of her was too busy sliding against his naked torso and rocking her hips up to greet his roaming fingers. Ren's hands moved over her cotton panties and bringing her lewd display to a shuddering stop.

Teasing her through the fabric, he slid a finger up and down, then side to side, as he searched for the best places to cause her to twitch. She froze in place, both of her hands abandoning their work and clutching at his arms. Ten fingers, on a man who can multitask, is probably more than the average virgin can handle. His were set to work rubbing, teasing, stretching her legs apart and keeping them from closing back up; Kyouko was losing her mind. She struggled against him- not to get away, but to ease the pressure building inside her. As his sneaky fingers slid under the cotton and touched her lips directly-

"Nah," she said in a daze. "Tsu-ru ah! Ngaaah!"

He applied more pressure to that special place he'd found. "What's my name?" he asked in a low growl.

Kyouko licked her lips, not sure what he wanted. "Mr. Tsuruga? Ah, mmm, no..." She threw her head back as passion shook her body again. This sweet torture could go on forever, as far as she was concerned. "Mentor? Teacher?" There was a smile on her face by this time as he continued to play with her, thrusting his fingers now, in and out, slow and shallow, but never enough! "Ren?" She could feel his touch, even inside herself- gentle but confident. "Prince?" Her skin thrilled as his chuckle played up and down her body.

"Again," he said. "Tell me, who is doing this to you?"

"Y-you," she managed in gasps. He was stretching her skin and for the first time she felt an emptiness that needed filling.

"Not good enough," he said and suddenly stopped his movements. As a lover, Ren was quick to find his partner's weaknesses and Kyouko's body was an open book. He licked sweat from her neck and felt her shake.

"Noooooo," she cried as his hands pulled out of her underwear. "Kuon, Corn- there! I said it. I said your name." She turned in his arms trying to see him, then felt herself half spun and half thrown into the pillows that had been behind them. "What?"

A bare chested prince straddled and grinned down at her. "My turn to play," he said.

Kyouko couldn't have stopped him even if she'd wanted to... which she strangely didn't. He'd ignited something inside her and she clutched at his shoulders, pulling him closer, trying to seize his lips. He veered south suddenly and she was left to smooch air as one of his hands slid to her breasts while the other began rolling down the waistband of her underwear. Once his mouth settled around a nipple, she forgot all about the missed kiss and instead groaned out her friend's name.

His tongue, his teeth, the noises of either satisfaction or amusement from the back of his throat! Oh, she couldn't take much more of—Ah! He'd left her tiny scrap of modesty intact, but the fabric was pushed aside, unable to impede his fingers; they glided against the cleft between her legs.

"Yes," was all she could say, so she repeated it again and again as he drove her up the wall and back down again. He was her whole world. Even with her eyes close, she could see exactly what he was doing to her. His tongue curved around her areola, teasing it as he drew it in and out of his mouth. He left off the one breast and moved to the other so she grabbed his head to pull it closer. There had never been much thought beyond "happily ever after" in her fantasies, but now? She whispered his name again and he rewarded her by peeling her underwear away. Exposed, vulnerable and at his mercy, yet somehow she'd never felt safer. "Corn, yes..." she hissed as he cupped her sex with his large hand.

"Kyouko," he replied. There was a strain to his voice, a tension, as he pulled back to look at her. Her hands fell from him but she didn't cover herself as he'd feared she might. His hand hid her most precious part, so he stared at her breasts. Her nipples sat like rosebuds on skin swollen from his attention. He could still feel them in his mouth and he swallowed as he looked at them. She was being patient and obedient, everything he could want. "Kyouko," he repeated in a rougher voice as he bent down to kiss her lips. A chaste kiss compared to all he'd taught her today. There was a more pressing need right now. Looking down, he licked his lips. Control, he told himself. It's all about keeping control. She was watching him with an equal mix of fear and want. If he couldn't control himself, he stood to do more than lose her friendship, he might scar her heart as badly as that guy had done, but if he did this right, he'd help her to free her mind and her body.

"Spread them wider," he said. Taking one of her hands, he moved it to her thigh, making her hold it higher. "The other." He watched her mirror it on the other side. Need was winning out on her flushed face. "Good," he purred. Seeing the size difference between his fingers and her opening, he almost faltered. He'd been with many women, though. It didn't matter how small on the outside, her body would stretch and, if he was gentle, she would enjoy it as much as he did. He shook his head. Control. His middle finger dipped down to nestle just inside her folds. A bit dry. Not enough to be insulting to his foreplay abilities, just enough that he'd need to help her along. He moved his face closer.

"Hey!" Kyouko shot up from the pillows, her hands pulling blond hair as she tried to push Ren away. "Not there! You- Don't, it's-"

Dark eyes, set in a face that looked like sin made manifest, stared at her intently. He'd promised he'd stop if she said to, but his look was almost a glare since he'd been interrupted before even getting started. "It's what," he said tersely.

Suddenly contrite, she didn't want to answer. "Um. It's not... that is, I'm... that's where- but, but you..." Angry at herself for sounding like an idiot, she was screaming in her head that it wasn't right, it wasn't dignified for him to be there, between her thighs. She was sweaty and that was where she peed and Ren, with his mouth- Oh... oh no...

Tired of waiting, Ren got down to business. While still watching for a sign that she was seriously against this, he dipped close enough to rub his tongue where his fingers had been. Saliva added to her own lubrication. Together, his lips and tongue pulled and squeezed her clitoris as his hands encouraged hers to spread her thighs even further apart.

"No, ungh," she moaned to the ceiling. His breath was warm against her and his tongue plunged in and out, sweeping along the skin and everywhere it touched, she felt both inflamed and soothed.

Ren smiled against her inner thigh, pulling back to look at her glistening folds. One of his fingers sat perched just outside her opening. "So beautiful," he whispered and kissed the creamy skin his cheek rested on. Suddenly, he plunged his finger into her. It was like sliding into liquid silk, as tight a welcome as he could've hoped for. Two voices groaned together.

His body was pressed into the mattress as he lay between her legs, but the way his cock tightened in response to it's substitute's success? God, I'm going to cum again, he thought. Katsuki. I'm Katsuki and this is Misao. It's just a job, a means to an end. He controlled his breathing before moving his mouth back to her pleasure point. His body didn't believe him. This trembling virgin couldn't play the part of the girl Katsuki screwed for revenge. If anyone from Dark Moon, she would be Mizuki, Katsuki's tragic love. His hips thrust into the sheets in time with his finger plunging in and out of her, but imagining her as anyone but the woman he truly did love had helped enough that he could keep control. Holding Kyouko, he'd never thought, never dared to—he didn't deserve this, but... her flavor on his tongue, he couldn't get enough of it! He curled the finger inside her as his tongue hammered on the outside. Gently, a second finger teased her opening before plunging in alongside.

That was all she could take! Arms flew to grip the bed beside her as she arched off of the bed. Kyouko screamed his name and her body shuddered with a rush of pleasure so strong she saw stars behind clenched eyes. Ren's tongue kept lapping at her juices, making her thighs quiver tightly around him. He curled his arms around her legs, holding her hips and pulling her pelvis closer to him. Cumming only once wouldn't do. His pride demanded more!

She let go of the bed and covered her face, sobbing at her lack of control. Had she peed or something? The sense of release confused her. What would he think of her? She didn't dare open her eyes, but, well, why didn't Ren stop? Her skin was overly sensitive already and she felt every movement of his tongue as he licked her clean. She mewled softly and felt her body shake with each touch. He lifted her higher and moved his tongue down toward the puckered skin of her anus.

"No! No more!" When he still didn't stop, she tried to pull away. Her tingling body kept quivering under his tongue and it was all too embarrassing. "Not there!" she yelled, flailing her legs. And finally she managed to say, "Dirty!"

Ren paused and gave her an assessing look. He had firm control of her body, despite her strength, but was this pushing her too far? Physical pleasure differed from person to person and all of it was new to her.

"There's no dirty part of your body," he said steadily. "But I told you we wouldn't do anything you didn't want and I meant it." The gentle thudding of her feet against his back died down.

Kyouko was naked, in his arms and breathing hard from her first orgasm. Keeping eye contact, Ren slowly knelt back to her vaginal lips. She took in a sharp breath, but didn't yell, so he teased again at her clit. Showing that trust runs both ways, he released her legs and waited to see what she'd do. Aside from her look changing from scared to confused, nothing. He ran his hands up her body and she closed her eyes briefly. When his hands didn't stop, but moved on to her breasts, she opened her eyes and seemed to struggle to sit up. He moved his hands soothingly on her chest and they both settled back.

"Corn- Oh? Uh... Mm hm." Remember every experience, she reminded herself. An actor learns from everything. She'd been too nervous before, but this time she closed her eyes once they'd rolled back into her head and she let his mouth take her higher and higher. Lips were closed over her clitoris and his tongue flicked lightly across it like a snake. If only he'd touch her just a little, "Harder," she whispered, then tried to cover her mouth. Without looking, he reached over and took her hand off her face without missing a beat. She clutched at him and threaded her fingers with his. The increased pressure of his tongue and his free hand sliding down her belly made her buck slightly off the bed. She wanted to cover her mouth to stop the sounds and parts of words that were floating out. "Yesssss, mm, I can't- ther- Oh, mo- oh, ng, I need- oh heaven..." She squeezed his hand, then pulled it to her lips. "Mmmm," she vocalized as she kissed, licked and suckled on his fingers. There was a flavor to them she wasn't ready to identify, but it wasn't unpleasant, so she took his middle finger in deeper and ran her teeth along the pad of it. That earned her a growl and he thrust two fingers deep inside her. She bore down on them with muscles she hadn't known she had. Aftershocks from the previous orgasm shook her and she rode them as his fingers slid in and out.

Slick caresses had Ren closing his eyes, but he didn't neglect his work. A second orgasm was usually slower to build, but stronger so he took his time probing and stretching her wet tunnel. There was no barrier he could find, but you'd expect that from a girl who thought nothing of riding a bike over stairs to keep his on time record for work. The porn star soundtrack she was keeping up, on the other hand, was the only real question he had regarding her virginity. Where did she learn to moan like that? He was rock hard again! Oh, Kyouko, he thought for the thousandth time, if only you knew. He freed her mouth of his wet hand and she shouted out his name.

Ren traced patterns with his fingertips across her over heated skin. When you're with a new lover, each touch can be a discovery, each touch a new thrill, each was amazing and she gasped now at the way he skimmed over her veins, from her neck down to her nipples. The simplest things, like her caressing his scalp or the more needy way she clutched his right shoulder, rocked his world. What he realized was that that was part of why his other lovers left him, because once that thrill was gone- and the novelty worn off for them too, presumably- he'd lost interest. Without an emotional commitment, what more was there to it than sex? But he didn't deserve more, did he? And with Kyouko? She deserved this certainly, deserved to reach the heights that he could take her to, but what then? What could they be to each other? Two emotional cripples. His fingers pumped faster as she neared her climax and even though a certain sadness had tinged his view of this, he wanted it for her, needed to give this to her. Kyouko's voice was louder now, though no more coherent. He let his thumb take over playing with her clit in order to move up her body and kiss her.

"Uuuuuung," she moaned into his mouth in a completely unguarded way and he fell in love with her all over again. Her body tried to dance away from his hand in a move he now recognized so he drew her closer. She was almost there. A thigh ground against him, reviving his erection, which his negative thoughts had almost killed. Now he groaned with her and rolled her so they lay facing each other, her left leg draped over his hips. He wanted to see her face this time, wanted to watch her cum.

"For me," he encouraged with his lips against her ear. "Let it go. Fly for me, Kyouko." Gently adding his ring finger to the others, he smiled as she pushed against both of his hands, the one inside her and the one restraining her from behind.

She wailed but there were no tears this time as muscles clenched all over her body and a white burst took her vision away.

Kyouko was being cradled, held as she could only remember a few times from her childhood. A soft, low crooning and occasional light kisses on her face made her wonder where she was until memory- or was that fantasy- came rushing back. She opened her eyes to see that it was indeed a wonderful reality. Ren's face was partly in shadow, but the loving look on it was unmistakable.

Love? Fear welled up and she tried to squash it. Yes, she was naked in the arms of the most desired man in Japan. Yes, he turned out to be a childhood friend she had always treasured her time with. Yes, she had just embarrassed herself in front of him, even to the point of fainting! But now he was looking at her like she was special to him. Was this friendship? She had thought she'd loved Sho, but couldn't imagine him like this! She did love Kanae, but to this extent? To be held and touched so intimately? She remembered the question that had started it all.

"Do you love me," she asked as she looked up into his eyes. The lullaby stopped and she felt their fantasy world crashing down around her as he hesitated.

[A/N: Am I evil? I did mention there'd be another chapter, yes? Feel free to vent until then.]