But Praegressus, you already uploaded another one! Are you that desperate for reviews?

Nope. It's already written, so why not simply post it?

It's a bit risque, and only a 1000 words, but I think it turned out ok. Just visualize.


Early summer.

The aroma of coffee pushes through the heavy, humid air, lingering like an invisible mist in the living room. I take a long and thirsty sip, my tongue tasting not only the sharp, almost harsh, caffeine; but the much smoother and sweeter chocolate undertone as well.

The electric fan faces my side again, stirring the air. It makes the air breathable, at least for a while. I wipe the sweat off my forehead, turning to my girlfriend.

"Non-chan, where did you say your folks went?"

She stops playing with her ponytail for the moment, blinking a few times. Her eyes, usually a subdued hazel, look almost blue under the fading summer light. They're beautiful.

Content with only silence, she gives a smile, tilting her head to the side. I've come to recognize that as a sign that she wants to be petted, so I reach over and give her a few gentle pats on the head. Her hair is strangely cool, not affected by the overbearing heat in the slightest.

"Non, talk to me."

She shakes her head, moving to my side of the couch, cuddling up to me.

It's strange; every time we have a chance to be more intimate, she takes on the behavior patterns of a feline. It's too cute, so I let it slide.

With her this close, I can't resist petting her some more, even scratching her lightly behind the ears. She cuddles up even closer, slightly pushing me.

Fearing for my coffee, I reluctantly chug down whatever's left, only moments before she shifts her entire weight towards me.

I grab hold of her as we both fall backwards, catching her for a high-momentum kiss once we hit the pillows.

In contrast to my hot, cocoa-flavored coffee, she's been drinking icy-cold lemonade. The sensation of both hot and cold overcharges the kiss, making my mind flash an endorphin-colored white as I fully sink into it.

Kanon lets out a short, quiet moan, burying her nails into my shoulders. My hands find their way to her back, then down the curves, all the way down. Once I reach her bottom, I give her a playful squeeze.

She squeaks, retaliating by digging her nails deeper into my arms. Yet I refuse to let her go.

Holding on until my head starts feeling light, I finally lose my strength, and let her go.

Our lips part, both of us breathing heavily. It's the oppressive heat, it makes everything just so much more tiring.

We keep lying there, almost panting, neither of us willing to look away from the other's eyes. She's ready, and she can tell that I am too. But there's no need to rush things, we have all the time we need.

I start kissing her neck, stopping every so often to listen to her heartbeat. It hastens, and she starts breathing heavily again.

With a smile, I slow down, moving to other parts of her body. The chest, the stomach, the hips...

Once almost completely down, I rise back up, planting a kiss on her forehead.

The small fan's current reaches us again, our little 'session' interrupted long enough for both to catch a breath or two.

Kanon pushes me back, turning to the side and sliding off the couch. As I raise my head, she's already halfway across the room, letting her hair down. She shoots her scrunchie at me, but I expertly dodge, ducking under the pillows.

With a giggle, she disappears up the stairs.

I smile, getting off the couch as well. Before heading up, I bend down and pick up the scrunchie, as well as switch the little fan from 'I' to 'II'.

Atop the stairs, I almost trip and fall over her discarded shirt. Thinking it's only fair, I lose my own shirt as well, letting it fall somewhere down the staircase.

The door to her room slams shut, sending a blast of air through the hallway. I meander through it nonetheless, avoiding the small piles of stuff casually scattered around.

I end up in front of the door, her shorts lying at my feet, thoughtfully discarded like the shirt before.

It's only then that I notice how tight my belt is starting to feel, so I loosen it a few notches. Placing my hand on the doorknob, I take a deep breath.

Outside, the sun is setting. Summer songbirds merrily jump between tree branches, every one lending its voice to their never ending song. Worried mothers come out of their homes, determined to get their children inside while there's still some light, and while the bugs aren't out yet. The pink hue of the setting sun clashes with the inky purple of the oncoming night, the yellowish full moon shining in the middle of it all.

Under such a sky, in a quiet suburban home, one whose owners have recently embarked on a vacation cruise, I stood, my hand shaking on the bedroom's doorknob.

Then, I took the step.


The first thing I notice is how fluffy her carpet is. My eyes scan the area in front of me, drinking in the dominating gray color.

In front of me lies the bed, sheets embroidered with the images of little gray birds at the edges. I hear a breath behind me.

"Mikhail..."

I turn around to face her quiet voice, a smile breaking onto my face.

She's wearing the yellow dress, the same one she wore when we first kissed, the same one I wanted to see her wear again ever since.

Before I can react, she lunges at me, bringing both of us crashing onto the bed.

I go for her lips, letting the lines between past and present blur. The hot air, the gray ceiling, the dim light...the blur and change with the light breeze, bright sun and cherry blossoms.

Her leg twists and curls under mine, her hands planted firmly on my shoulders. Her skin is hot to the touch, her hair flaring like fire.

I remember our first kiss as short but sweet. Now she won't let go, having me lose myself over every single one.

My hand runs along her back, unzipping the dress. She pulls back for a moment, throwing away the dress in a casual manner, probably the same way she did the shirt and shorts.

Down to only her underwear, a cute, dark orange set, she bends down, kissing my neck softly. Her hair spreads everywhere, tickling me.

I feel desire building up inside me, threatening to rob me of my control. Yet I endure it, fighting to keep every moment.

The eyes close on their own; her lips light my skin on fire, drowning my mind in a dark, warm mist.

My hand lowers, fingers wrapping softly around her thigh. I pull her closer, feeling her breath on me. It's driving me crazy.

She gives me another taste of her lips for only a moment, then pulls back, smiling.

I want to speak, but she places a finger on my lips, humming softly.

"Shhhh...I want you to love me."

I do love you...More than you'll ever know...

She bends to the side, reaching for the bedside nightstand.

I run my hand across her back again, this time finding the hooks of her bra. With a soft pull, they give in, the bra slowly sliding down her skin...

"Kanon..."


Remember the thing I said about 75%? Well, forget about it, if I'm sending the M&M on its maiden voyage, it should be done proper.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter!