I'm really excited to write this chapter because there's lemon (or lime) here! Hahahahaha! For the longest time, I hated writing lemony chappies because of Eien no Monogatari, which has lemon almost every chapter. Haha. On the other hand, Happy Easter everybody! :D
ThePinkMartini: Oooohhh. You're wild guess might come true so be careful what you wish for. Haha.
Itgirl18: Hahaha. No need to kneel and beg, I'm updating this fiction twice a week. My target days are Wednesdays and Sundays.
LeeRaRa: Well, if you're thinking what I'm thinking then our thinking just might be what Yui and Tokiya are thinking. Haha.
Disclaimer: Fushigi Yugi and Recca no Honou are not mine.
Chapter Twelve
By Slavedriver2008
I'M WEARING HIS SHIRT. A dark blue cotton shirt he loaned me after that passionate kiss under the rain. My cheeks burned at the memory of what happened barely an hour ago. Tokiya loves me, he even said it twice. I covered my face; I still can't believe he loves me and that I allowed myself to be pulled into his apartment.
"We're drenched," he stated matter-of-factly. "You'll get sick if this continues," he added and I felt warm all over. He cared too much for me and everytime he shows it, my heart constricts.
He offered his shower but I refused. He was a man, a single college man while I'm a girl. No matter how I looked at it, taking a bath at his place was not very decent. Since I refused, he told me he'll take a quick bath to wash away the rain in his body. I simply nodded, what else could I do? If he doesn't take a bath soon, he might get sick. He did give me this shirt to change into and since he stepped into the bathroom, I entertained myself by watching the rain from his window. I sneezed and sniffed. Maybe not taking a bath was a bad idea after all.
"It stopped raining," he noted as he stepped out of the shower. I turned to him, surprised. "Don't go just yet…" I smiled then looked back at the window. The rain was starting to die down and the scent of the clean clean world lingered under my nostrils.
"Miaka needs me. I might lose my job if I stay," I said softly. I must have already lost it, running away without even telling my boss and Miaka where I'm off to. Also, I didn't even finish my duty for the day. I don't know if the thought was good, but it was better than thinking about Tokiya standing behind in nothing but a towel.
"At least wait until your clothes dry up," he said. When I turned, he was already dressed in a white shirt and denim jeans to my relief. He was busy toying with his camera and I smiled, he looked just like a little boy.
He looked up and a smile slowly crept through his lips. He placed the camera on the table and walked toward my direction. Strong long arms wrapped around me and I giggled when he squeezed me, placing his head at the back of my neck, leaning completely to me. My heart was giving me a heart attack and I told myself to get used to this, to him. The embraces I had in the past were never this warm or probably, I was looking into our closeness too much.
"You love me…"
"Well, you love me too…" I whispered, giggling. Without another word, he carried me to the bed and the next thing I know, we were lying beside each other, face inches apart. I saw myself reflected in his cloudy eyes. He placed a finger on my lips and warmth spread through every part of my face. My heart was pumping loud and I was momentarily afraid he'll hear it. "You planned this."
"No…" he said matter-of-factly. I closed my eyes when he brushed the tips of his fingers on my cheek. It was cool and the feathery touch caused a shiver up my spine. My breath hitched and I released a bundle of breath I've been holding since he pulled me to the bed. "I'm not doing anything," he whispered, looking at me in the softest way he can. "I wanted to… But you don't want it…"
He smiled, slowly. He moved his hand to cup my waist, sliding it down to pull me closer to him. My wretched body followed, the tips of our noses touching. His breath was warm on my skin and the beating of his heart at my fingertips was becoming erratic. He slowly wrapped his hand on mine and the sensation caused a lump on my throat.
I pushed him away but he remained still, lying stoic beside me. He clasped my hand and placed my palm on his heart. He stared deep into my eyes, probing, telling me something I never knew, or something I knew but refuse to acknowledge for the longest time.
"Stop this," I whimpered, my voice breaking.
"I can't," he answered softly. "You're causing…. this…" He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. When he opened them again, I was scared of the determination I found in them. Slowly, he pulled my hand and planted kisses on it, the way he did so in the restaurant. The act made me flush.
"Tokiya…"
I moved my fingers on his face and he stilled. I wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to whisper everything I feel. I wanted to be this close. Seiryuu knew how I wished for this, during the festival, while he followed me. But no, I needed to stop. If I continue, he'll move closer, he'll kiss me. He'll… touch me and I'll let him. No, I can't handle this right now.
"I need you," he whispered in a deep voice, looking intently. "I love you and I need you, pathetic isn't it?" he asked, laughing lightly, almost painfully. I cupped his face and reached up to plant a soft kiss on his mouth, a kiss that made my heart flutter. I can't handle being this close to him but everything in me wanted this proximity.
"I need you too," I whispered, my voice breaking. I can't lie anymore, not to him, not to myself. What Tokiya wanted, I wanted just as much. His gray-blue eyes widened and desire flood his stormy eyes. He closed them, breathing hard. He was controlling himself and I laughed lightly at his reaction. When he opened his eyes again, his forehead was touching mine.
"Yui—"
"Please…?" I cut him, not knowing what exact words to say that would fit in our situation. The only thing I wanted, I realized as I looked into his eyes, was to be loved by him. Was that too much to ask?
His eyes softened and he slowly leaned down to capture my lips for a kiss, another soft feathery kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and responded as the kiss went deeper and deeper until he moved away to catch some air. Then he kissed me again, this time, it was a passionate one and I moaned and arched to him as our tongues lapped together, my fingers clutching the hair at the back of his head.
Tokiya's hands roamed over the dark shirt and gently unbuttoned it as his mouth slowly left mine to travel down my neck. I shivered and shut my eyes, focusing on the fiery movements of his mouth on my skin and the thousand other sensations that traveled through my body as he explored my flesh. I gasped when a cold hand cupped the sensitive spot between my legs, circling a certain nib underneath the underwear. I clutched his shoulders and I was only able to breathe properly when his hand moved up to part the shirt and expose me to his beautiful prying eyes.
My face brightened when he stopped nuzzling my neck to look at me, his hands moving toward my waist, until it finally went underneath to finger my spine. I arched to him, trying my best to stop the noises that came from my mouth. In a flick of a finger he had unhooked my bra and I looked away when he finally took the shirt and the undergarment off me. He hastily pulled his shirt off too and returned his attention on my body.
"Beautiful…" he whispered and I pulled his head up to meet his gaze, humiliated.
"Stop it," I whimpered and he laughed before kissing me again in that same passionate manner. A hand cupped my breast, squeezing the hardened tip between cold fingers. I moaned in his mouth, a sound that he easily devoured.
I moved my hands on his back, touching him, memorizing the hard planes of his muscular body as I arched and unconsciously beg for the heat only he can provide at that moment. The wind blew inside the room but we burned the more we moved together and I shivered, not from the cold, but from the amazing unexplainable sensations he created with his fingers. I moved my hands over his body, down his waist to line his jeans. I wanted to do something for him, anything. It was unfair that I was the only one who was doing all these noises. I reached the bulk between his legs and he groaned in my mouth, immediately pulling my hands and placing them at both sides of my head.
"No, Yui—"
"I want to touch you too… I…" I told him in uneven breathing. "Let me touch you… please…" I said in the softest voice I can muster in my breathless state.
"It can't be helped. Virgins are always hard to reason with," he said and I pouted. He laughed at my reaction, planting kisses on my cheeks. "Love… my stomach hurts and I'm hard, very hard. I'm desperately trying to hold back," he whispered and my cheeks brightened. "If you touch me, I might go rough. I don't want to hurt you excessively… not this time," he added and I sighed.
"So unfair…" He laughed and kissed me again, another soft but deep kiss.
"On our third time, I'll go rough. But on our first—this—I'll go slow… very slow…" he whispered in a heavy voice before leaning down to put a hardened breast into his warm soft mouth.
HER BODY WAS PARADISE. And Yui was a goddess personified. I wanted to remember every part of her, every nook, every crevice, I wanted to memorize like the back of my hand. Everything in her was perfect, the curves, the skin, even the throaty voice as she called my name repeatedly. I wanted her to make all those beautiful sounds, I wanted her to scream my name as I pleasure her in ways she never knew.
Sex was always overwhelming for virgins, he knew that for a fact. Right now, he doesn't want to disappoint her. He wanted her to taste all these wonderful sensations, all these nerve-wracking feelings as I tease, nip, bite every part of her beautiful body. He wanted her to come multiple times before he finally give in to the unbearable pain in his abdomen.
It was not everyday that they do things for the first time and nothing—absolutely nothing—was comparable to this. Hadn't he gave it a long thought while taking a shower earlier? He wanted to take things slow, make this moment as memorable as possible. He initially didn't plan to have sex with her. What he wanted was a little cuddling with some kissing thrown in. But now that it had come to this, he wanted to give the best performance.
He gave her breast a small bite before climbing up to capture her lips for another kiss. "Oh Yui…" She responded passionately, embracing me tight, our bodies moving together on the bed. "I love you," I whimpered in-between kisses.
Before I could control myself, I was moving my hips on hers, my hardness brushing harshly over hers. Her moans became louder and I tried to control myself. No, not yet. I need to… stop, for now. I pushed her hips down and placed my hands between us, fingering the damp spot in the only clothing she had. I pushed my finger in and she arched back.
"To—Tokiya!" I bit her lobe and moved my tongue along the curve of her ear. My fingers moved up, knowingly, to that sensitive nib that will drive her over the edge. She whimpered when I rubbed it over the cloth, her nails digging on my shoulders. "Gods…"
"Yui…" I groaned in her ear. "Don't worry… Even if you overflow, I'll drink you," I whispered in heavy breathing. Her face brightened and I felt her ears became warm. It was time.
I can't hold on much. I needed her, desperately needed her. I unbuttoned my jeans and hastily took it off me, releasing me from the hard cloth. I moved my lips between the valley of her breasts, her body arching to follow my mouth. Down, down I went until her scent was close to me, my mouth, her legs parted for me. I'll make her come before I claim her. Because if I just go inside her, the only thing she'll remember was the pain.
"NO—STOP!" she screamed, a loud scream that seemed to take all her willpower. I looked up and saw her flustered face.
"Yui?"
"Stop… please…" she said, beggin. I moved up to cup her face, she was trembling. "I'm melting away… I'm falling apart… If you continue—"
"Don't worry…" I responded, planting kisses on her face. "I'll hold you, I'll hold you tight so you won't fall apart…" I brushed away the tears at the sides of her eyes. She was adorable. "But I want you… I want you to melt for me," I crooned, meeting her gaze.
"Tokiya…"
"I won't leave you… I'll stay, I'll hold you… Please?" I asked, very softly. She nodded and I laughed lightly as I returned to the spot between her legs, leaving feathery kisses on her abdomen before reaching the cloth. "I'm yours, Yui, all yours. Let me make you mine," I told her, moving my nose over her womanhood. I placed my hands on her hips, gently pulling down her underwear.
"THAT IS SOOO SWEET!" a shrill voice ruined my thoughts and we both turned to find Yuri standing at the foot of the bed, her hands on her hips, still wearing that dark lingerie. Yui immediately covered her chest, moving away and I shielded her from the intruder's prying eyes. "You 're even going down on her! Is she better than me?"
"YURI—"
"Who are you?" Yui asked, eyes still wide with surprise. She pulled a pillow from the bed and covered herself. It didn't help, of course, Yuri had seen us. I was too engrossed with Yui to notice she entered my apartment.
"I'M THE GIRL TOKIYA LOVES! HE'S JUST SLEEPING WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU LOOK LIKE ME!" she screamed and my anger rose.
"DAMN IT—STOP THIS!" I stood up from the bed and grabbed her elbow. "What is this shit? What are you doing here?" I pulled her from the bedroom and into the living room, away from Yui. Damn it, how dare this woman ruin the moment I've waited for such a long time?
"Don't leave me, Tokiya. Please don't leave me!" she answered, crying. She embraced me tight and wouldn't let go even if I pulled her away. "I was wrong—I love you. You love me! I'm the only woman you love and with or without that woman, you still love me! I want a relationship—"
"It's too late for that…" I told her, sighing. I clutched my head, willing her presence to disappear. I just want to return to the bedroom and god knows what I needed to do after this incident.
"I'm sorry for last year. I didn't know how much I need you after you left me…" Yuri said, still crying on my chest. "Choose me—Choose me again! Don't fall in love with someone else!"
Silence came and I don't know what to say. Her cries were the only things I can hear, and the pounding of my heart as I think about the current situation. It was the first time she cried for me and something in my heart constricted because of that. This woman, I loved this woman even after she left me. And yet… My bedroom door opened and Yui stepped out, wearing damp clothes.
"Yui—"
"I'm leaving—Thank you for the hospitality," she answered me, heading for the door to put on her shoes. I pushed Yuri away and ran to stop her.
"Wait—" I grabbed her elbow before she opened the door and made her face me. "I mean it, I meant everything I said—I love you," I said in a panicked voice. It came too loud but unlike the first time I told her that, she simply smiled sadly.
"I'm choosing Germany," she whispered, her blue eyes filled with loneliness and another emotion I could not decipher. "I'm sorry I lead you on. This shouldn't have happened," she stated, pulling her arms away from mine and turning to open the door. I shut it with my hand, leaning to her. The cold hand grabbed my heart again, squeezing it very very hard.
"Damn it…" I whimpered, biting my lip. "I told you to be responsible—"
"I am being responsible!" she screamed, her voice breaking. She turned the knob and sighed. "I'm bad for you and you're bad for me," she said, finally. "Even if we try, this would never work out. Sayonara."
She opened the door and let her. I stood at that same place after she left, waited, hoped she'd open the door again and tell me how stupid she was for walking out on me. But the door never moved again.
A/N: Oh no, they're not together again! I wonder what will happen next. Haha. :D I decided to put this up because I realized that I will be delayed with the ending of this fiction, especially since I only have a week for 3 more chapters. Happy reading!
