Too Pure?
Part 8
ATTENTION: this fan fiction was written by Mel-the-shadow-lover or "Elerick" I'm reposting it because I've officially been given permission to take over. I'm reposting to save ppl the trouble of finding the chapters Elerick/Mel-the-shadow-lover wrote then going to find mine.
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Another chapter!!!Oh and….*in hales* SPOILERS SPOILERS!!!!!
DISCLAMER!!! I own nothing! There okay so now this is what I was
thinking for the ending for this fan fiction…so expect maybe 4 more
chapters at the most.
Thanx to my new beta…AMY!!! *hugs*
A few hours later…
Maka walked Crona back to his room with a million thoughts running through her head, but her thought process was soon interrupted.
"Maka?" Crona chimed, looking down at her.
"Huh? Oh, sorry about that, Crona. I was just thinking….What did you say?" She asked, smiling in slight embarrassment.
Crona smiled back. "We're here."
Maka looked and saw that they were indeed there but she wasn't ready to say good bye to him just yet. There was still something she needed to do. "Crona, can I come in for a bit?"
He nodded and they walking in together. Despite the golden rays of light coming in the window from the setting sun, Crona's room was still rather dark and dreary.
"What's wrong, Maka?" Crona asked as they sat on the bed. Maka stared at the ground and Crona gently place his hand on hers. Maka reached over with her free hand and touched his stomach, feeling for his scar and Crona blushed from the sudden contact.
"I...I was careless…I-its my fault"
Crona suddenly understood what was happening. He didn't know how to deal with much but this he knew how to deal with because of Maka's help. Crona pulled Maka into a hug and tears formed in her eyes. She moved and kissed him, trailing her hands down his body. But Crona felt it…there was something wrong about this. Crona pulled Maka off of himself and looked her right in her teary eyes.
"Why are you forcing yourself?"
She was taken back by Crona's sudden understanding. She was on the verge of crying.
"I-I'm not."
"Then why is it even your soul is shaking right now…?"
Maka froze and instantly all of her thoughts and emotions came spilling out for Crona to see.
"After you saved me from that attack I didn't even know if you'd live! And after I saw your scar it reminded me and made me think….if we do wait to do…IT…then something like that might happen again, and if Crona dies…"
Maka trailed off, and Crona felt more intensely embarrassed by her words than ever before.
"I-if Crona dies.I don't want to live anymore…"
Maka moved to look him in the eyes again.
"That's why I think we should hurry…because I want to m-m-make love to you and become one with you, so please I know I'm being selfish but-"Maka was cut off by the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced in her life. When the kiss was over her face was hot and her head was spinning but Crona only held her steady.
"Maka….I l-l-l-l-love y-y-you s-s-so m-m-much I th-think I'd g-g-go insane with out y-you….b-b-but…if we force our selves just out of fear…then it won't be special…"
Crona pulled away and looked down.
"Or at lest…it won't be for me…"
Leting her tears fall freely, Maka jumped on Crona. She laid there in his arms crying for a while until she finally calmed down, by which point the sun was already gone.
"Crona…can I ask a favor?"
"Y-yes?"
Crona was a bit flushed over Maka's hand resting on his stomach.
"Can….can I see you…without your shirt on?"
Crona's face turned a dark crimson. Maka understood he was in his dress and seeing him shirtless would mean seeing him in his underwear. But she just couldn't stop thinking about that scar. Crona swallowed.
"W-w-why?"
"I need to see the scar one last time, to know for sure if I'm over what happened."
Crona swallowed again.
"I-i-i-if i-it's g-going to help th-then o-okay."
Maka let him get up. It took a while, but soon after standing still for a moment he slowly took off his dress. He hesitated before turning around and when he did his gaze was aimed directly at the ground, his face redder than Maka knew was humanly possible.
"Don't be so scared!" Maka encouraged.
Maka tried pulling Crona back on the bed gently, but he ended up flopping over on his back. He then covered his face with both hands and Maka smiled a little at his shyness. She gently traced the scar with her fingertips making Crona shutter a little, then Maka realized she was blushing and staring at the light out line of Crona's ab muscles. She ghosted her fingertips over the faint lines and Crona squirmed again. Maka looked along his body and couldn't help but admire his lack of body fat, and how it made all his muscles more visible. Then Maka noticed something else…
'Crona has pretty large hands and feet…does that mean his…' She stopped herself and blushed deeply at the thought.
Crona felt movement, followed by warmth and weight (but not a lot) on his lower stomach. He lifted his hands off of his face to see what happened only to immediately put them back over. Maka had thought she'd get a better view of things if she sat on Crona's lap, but he had his knees up so she sat on his lower stomach.
"Crona…is this…uncomfortable...? Should I move?"
He
never took his hands off of his face, he only rapidly shook his head
side to side. Maka smiled fondly.
Despite being too shy to
outwardly say it, Crona liked this position. Maka put her hands on
his chest and made sure to enjoy the feeling of his warm skin against
her hands. Crona moved in an awkward way and Maka felt something
prodding against her back that wasn't there a moment ago. She tried
to think about what it could be but her questions were answered as
soon as she saw Crona uncover his face and try to move his hands
passed Maka.
"Crona…did I make your-"
"YES!"
He was so red and his voice was so loud and high pitched that it made Maka giggle and kiss him. At first the kiss was playful, but it quickly became deeper and more passionate. By the time Maka and Crona separated it was because Maka had to, her entire body was beginning to rise in temperature. She was almost panting as she leaned over Crona, her face inches away from his. Crona was so overwhelmed, so much so he was shocked he wasn't passed out by now, but he was happy his body managed to keep for this long. Crona was actually enjoying this despite the huge degree of embarrassment and shame that he felt for having his aroused 'member' pushed against her back.
Maka sat up, causing Crona to blush due to heat between Maka's legs pressing against him. Maka looked Crona straight in the face before taking off her sweeter vest and throwing it on the floor. Crona panicked when Maka reached for her tie, and Maka noticed.
"Crona, you're shirtless… So it's only fair that I am too, right?" She asked, more of a reassurance to Crona than a question.
Crona nodded shyly, not sure how else to respond. Maka pulled off her tie and tossed to the floor as well. Crona got increasingly more nervous as Maka moved to the buttons on her shirt. She was quick in undoing all the buttons but to Crona it was like she was moving in slow motion. Finally, after what seemed like and eternity to Crona, Maka pulled her shirt off and Crona's eyes grew wide at seeing Maka in only her bra. The image barely had time to register in his head before it all became too much for him; black blood spewed from every orifice on his face and he…'Arrived' in his pants. He then fainted, leaving a very confused Maka straddling him.
She sat there for a little while trying to put together what had just happened. When everything finally clicked Maka laughed a little at Crona's extreme overreaction and decided that there was no point in going home now. It was already late and she was getting tired.
'I'm sure Crona wouldn't mind if I spent the night here.' Maka thought to herself as she cleaned up the bloody mess. After she was done she loosely put her shirt back on and eased herself onto the bed beside him. Maka took advantage of the situation and snuggled up to Crona, happily falling asleep like that.
