SURPRISE!

It's another new chapter! YAY!

Thank you,

Kunikohime Madoka Tanuki, for giving me the wonderful idea of Russia x Fem!China, I thought it was great and I got on this as soon as I finished up chapter 9!

WARNING: SMUT (Sexual Content) AHEAD

Please, if you do not want to read anything sexual, I suggest you do not read this chapter. But to all the RoChu shippers, I think you might get a kick out of this! I've never really written any smut before, so this might not be that good! Let me know how I can improve!

And if you want some background information on Ivan and Chun-Yan's relationship, since I haven't written any chapters with Russia or Fem!China in this fanfiction, then here it is:

Ivan and Chun-Yan have been in many of the same classes together since the eighth grade, and Chun-Yan had never really talked to Ivan before it was the middle of their freshman year. They recently became friends after completing a science fair project together in their second high school year, but they had never developed a romantic relationship after that. Ivan had a crush on Chun-Yan since they became friends, and he hadn't found a way to tell her what he was really feeling, due to the fact that Ivan fears that Chun-Yan may reject him. In the present, Ivan has invited Chun-Yan to his dorm after classes to complete a partner assignment with her, but really, Ivan wanted to talk to her about his feelings . . .

So . . . yeah . . . here it is. Enjoy!

Chapter X

~Chun-Yan's Perspective~

A forceful hand pushed my body against the wall, hard enough to leave a nasty red spot on my back, and another strong hand held both of my wrists above me. I clenched both of my hands into fists when the pain in my back flashed through me.

I closed my eyes and kept my face low from the one that held me up to the wall. Strands of my brown hair hung in front of my forehead and gently moved from his breaths.

"I do not wish to harm you, Chun-Yan. You're beautiful, yet very fragile. I feel like I could break a bone from touching you, but we wouldn't want that, Da?" He spoke above me.

I refused to show weakness. I simply didn't respond to him.

"You should see yourself right now. One of your hairties fell out. That doesn't look right on you."

I kept my lips closed.

"Why are you being so quiet? Are you mad at me?"

Don't answer him.

Just ignore him.

I felt him take my chin in his hand and lift it up towards me.

"Chun-Yan?"

I opened my eyes and glared at him.

"Let me go, aru! What are you doing?!" I exclaimed at him. All he did was give me a sweet, innocent smile with those strange, dazzling purple eyes of his. I didn't see any anger built up in them.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Of course I am! You slammed me against the wall!"

"I'm sorry about that. I just wanted to tell you something."

"What could you possibly want to tell me, aru?!"

He glanced down at me and placed his free hand at my right cheek before pulling me into a deep kiss. The touch of his lips were cold, which was pretty strange since he stayed indoors all day, and they caressed mine in a way that made me melt. I opened my mouth in surprise when he slid one of his icy hands up my shirt and placed it on my skin. He took his lips off mine, but he held them only centimeters from my own. I shuddered at the feeling of his cold hand as he lightly grazed his fingers up and down my side, and at the same time, it sent little shocks up my spine.

"I-Ivan . . . stop it . . ."

"Why? You seem to be enjoying it."

"Just . . . stop . . . ah . . . what did you want . . . to tell . . . me . . . aru . . . ?" I breathed as he continued to run his fingers down my skin.

"I wanted to tell you that I've liked you for a very long time, Chun-Yan." He gave me another innocent smile. My heart's pace seemed to speed up, and a warm feeling was flashing across my cheeks.

"R-really?" I stared up at the Russian boy.

"Da, it is true. Ever since we became friends, I've always felt this way about you."

His hand slowly slid up my chest again and lightly lingered his fingers across the bra I was wearing. Despite the fact that there was fabric blocking what little breasts I had, I could feel the chill from his hand. I held in the moans that threatened to escape my mouth. I couldn't show weakness, even if this felt so good. He released both of my arms from his hand, which I ended up resting loosely around Ivan's neck. His other hand trailed up and down the length of my exposed thigh, which made me threaten to spill the moans welling up in my throat.

"This feels good, Da?"

". . . yes . . . ah . . ." I managed to speak.

"Your little reactions are so cute, Chun-Yan. It seems like if I do anything else, you'll finally let yourself breathe."

"I . . . don't want . . . to . . . moan . . . hm . . ."

"Why is that?" He looked deep into my eyes. At the same moment, I felt the light touch of his finger inch closer and closer to my underwear.

". . . ah . . . that's . . . weak . . ."

"Nyet, it's not weak. It's just a sign of how much you're really enjoying my touches."

"Nm . . . ngh . . ." I found it impossible to hold in the sounds of my pleasure. His finger traced along the length of my panties, sending more little sparks of cold up my spine.

Ivan removed his hands from my skirt and my shirt, then picked me up bridal style and set me on his bed on a different side of the room. He crawled over me, with his long silk scarf hanging off his shoulders, and looked down at me with a sweet smile.

"You remind me of a sunflower, Chun-Yan. Bright, beautiful, and yet, so delicate. I don't want to harm my little sunflower."

I remained silent as my cheeks flooded with warmth. He brought his lips down onto mine once more, this time sliding his tongue in my mouth and exploring every inch of me within his reach.

His fingers lingered back up my skirt and rubbed a bit harder onto the sensitive area. I let my head fall back when the pleasurable feeling shot through me.

He stopped rubbing the area and traced both of his hands up to the edge of my underwear, then gently pulled them down my legs and tossed them aside. The exposure felt so weird, I nearly crossed my legs back together until something skinny and long slipped inside of me. I flinched at the sudden and unfamiliar feeling, with only a tiny bit of pain lingering around it. Ivan bent his finger and poked at one of my walls, which sent a shockwave of pleasure into my body.

"I-Ivan . . . a-ah!" I cried out when he started pumping his finger inside my entrance gently but quickly.

"I didn't know you were that sensitive." He was looking down at his finger as it pushed in and out of me. He added another digit into me and pumped it harder than before.

I gripped the sheets on the bed when the pain had sparked. It didn't last too long before the pain was replaced with pleasure. I kept my eyes shut as he did this, watching him wouldn't matter to me anyway. Another finger was added only moments later, and I felt tears threatening to spill from the pain of his fingers stretching me out.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" I heard Ivan speak while he held his fingers completely still inside of me.

I nodded at him, refusing to talk, knowing I would start crying if I did.

"I'll try to be gentle with you then."

He removed his fingers from me, and my muscles contracted from the emptiness, but they seemed to crave more.

A sudden pain ripped through me, entering me quickly and sending a fiery pain every inch that it moved inside. I cried out in pain, nearly to the point of screaming, and let the tears stream down my face as the fire burned at me. My pulse quickened and I tensed up as the fire started to subdue.

"Are you alright?" Ivan asked me.

I suddenly realized what he had just done, but I refused to look at him or the evidence of my innocence being taken from me. I held my eyes shut. I nodded at him; my body wanted more now that the pain was starting to dissolve. A warm liquid had trickled down my leg a little bit, but I didn't care.

"Do something . . . aru . . ." I spoke through my teeth.

He began his thrusts into me in a slow way, and with each thrust, more of the pain dissolved and was replaced with pleasure.

I moaned loudly when I felt nothing but the pleasure shooting through me as he continued. He felt really hot there compared to the cold of his hands and his lips. I was also panting as he begun to pick up his speed.

". . . I-Ivan . . ." I moaned.

A large shockwave of sweet pleasure hit me there and then. It sweeped over my body and up my spine. He had hit a spot inside of me that wanted to be abused badly.

"Aah! Ivan!" I cried out.

He took this as a sign and repeatedly aimed for the spot, hitting it every few times he thrust himself inside of me. I felt myself melting everytime he had hit it.

My walls clenched tightly around Ivan, and I felt the friction becoming stronger.

"I-Ivan . . . I-I'm going to- . . . hah!"

He thrusted in one last time before I opened my eyes, and all I could see was white spots dancing across my vision. A release of wetness came from me and flowed out onto the bed, and I felt something hot and wet shoot out inside of me. I breathed heavily as I felt the exaustion overwhelming me. Ivan pulled out of me before I had slowly closed my eyes and drifted into sleep.

Holy crap.

That took FOREVER to write! I don't think I'm getting any sleep tonight.

Oh well.

Does this seem a bit OOC to you? If it does, let me know, but this was my first time writing smut, so it may not be the best. That, and I'm not an expert in the sex department.

Yeah, I know, that joke was stupid.

But, anyways, let me know how I did this time! I love getting reviews from you guys and they always brighten up my mood, so thank you all!