Of You, Me, and Us
Summary: "I like you." When those words left her lips, Botan had expected to hear him utter words of apology. After all, she didn't think he felt the same way about her. She didn't expect Kurama looking at her straight in the eyes before leaning closer to kiss her. And although he didn't say anything, one glance at the expression on his face was enough to tell her: she was his now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Chapter 14: Touch
They never went beyong french kisses and mingling brushes.
Granted, they had been dating for well over a year—but Kurama never made a move on her or asked her to take it to the next level. And Botan hadn't exactly minded it—it didn't matter if their relationship wasn't as sexual as it was fluffy and comforting; all she ever wanted was him and that was more than she could have wished for.
But then after a while she began to think it over—was it normal to not have sex with someone you love? Sure, it wasn't a necessity but Botan was sure that Kurama wanted more than just simple, fleeting touches and gentle, occasionally scorching make-out sessions—the heat that sometimes flitted over his pools of emeralds or the way he always tried to make certain that she wore not-so-revealing outfits so as to control his urges on their dates were testimony enough. She didn't particulary care if they did the deed or not—but she knew better than to not give in to her boyfriend's wishes—ones that he never told her about but she undoubtedly noticed. If worse came to worse, she worried that the frustration that followed his carnal desires would one day reach a boiling point. Kurama had fastidious self-control over himself, yes, but even the legendary thief was not immune to human emotions—and hormones.
So she decided to invite him over.
Kurama came with that gorgeous smile and those vibrant green orbs—ingenuous and loving, not even suspecting anything. It wasn't difficult to see that he thought this was one of those romantic hangouts.
She was about to prove him wrong.
They watched a movie for about half an hour—then he really began to notice that there was something going on when she placed a hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his loins. She trailed lazy, teasing circles, fingers gradually moving upwards—she remembered the panic in his eyes when the pads of her rosy-polished digits found the buckle of his belt and recalled the way he tried to resist before eventually giving in as she leaned in and claimed his lips.
One thing lead to another and Botan soon found herself lying on the bed with the redheaded fox, tangled in the sheets in a shivering, kissing mess. She didn't even realize when he had taken her clothes off until she felt him wrap her legs around his waist, the bulge in his pants pressing against her warmth and wetness making her moan and squirm as he carried her all the way up the stairs and into the threshold of her bedroom.
Kurama's hands left a warm track all over her smooth, porcelain flesh as his fingers streaked over the curves and sensitive areas of the woman he pined for long, torturing years. Her breathy pants and sharp gasps spurred him on as he intensified his actions, claiming her left breast in his right palm and wrapping his mouth around the other as his free hand stealthily glided downwards and found the jewel between her legs. His tongue flicked and swirled around her aroused nipple—a loud whimper escaping her as his fingers stroked before finally dipping into her slick core. Botan screamed as he pulled in and out of her in an agonizingly slow and gentle pace, the breath of relief emitted from the fox never lost on her as her nipple felled out of his lips in a wet, resounding pop and his warm mouth travelled its way down her shaking form—placing hot, open-mouthed kisses here and there over her flushed skin.
Then his fingers were gone, replaced by his lips as they met contact with her slit.
Botan's shut eyelids snapped open—her back arching as she felt him kiss around her clit before worshipping her with his tongue. The wet appendage licked along her entrance, before flicking against her clit and entering between her tight walls. His pace was slow and pliant at first, before gradually turning hot and fast the louder in volume her moans reached. Her legs wrapped around his head, then she finally reached the peak of her orgasm. It was blinding pleasure—the feel of him lapping up her juices serving to make the fire in the pit of her stomach to build up once more. The pressure was too unbearable and she couldn't take it anymore—she whispered his name, begging him to take her. Kurama complied, a thin layer of sweat covering his glistening form in the dimly lit room as he reached for the back of her knees and threw her legs over his shoulders.
His searing touch burned her cold figure to the core and the moment his length finally—finally!—plunged into her warmth elicited relieved sighs from the both of them. He bent down to possess her lips with his and then they became one.
He was gentle and loving at first so as to not hurt her—but Botan needed more, ached for more and pleaded for him to go faster, harder, deeper—and that was when he finally snapped, the last remnants of his control slipping as he finally showed the first real hints of the desire he managed to suppress, driving into her in rough, breakneck speed. Botan thought he was beautiful—god-like in his features as his long, thick eyelashes fluttered close, an uncharacteristically pink tint coloring his cheeks as his delicate, well-sculptured red eyebrows furrowed in slight concentration. Her walls clamped around him in a vice-like grip and he growled, snapping his hips forward until the tip of his shaft found that sweet spot within her—thrusting against it with brute force. The bed was creaking, threatening to break and the ferry girl was vaguely aware of the bloody marks her nails managed to carve through the skin of his strong back as his pace quickened and the roll of his pelvis against hers grew harsher with each passing moment.
Botan tried to hold out a little longer—she wanted to make him feel better—but she couldn't take it; couldn't even last for five more minutes before she came again, his name like a broken mantra as it repeatedly escaped her lips. Her orgasm was soon followed by his, three, heartpounding moments later as he claimed her lips to stifle his own cry of pleasure. His kiss was messy with no technique at first, before gradually becoming passionate and controlled as his thrusts grew stagnant and the two lovers came down from their euphoric highs. Kurama uttered sweet nothings into her ear before sliding out of her—both groaned at the feeling of loss in returned—and collapsing at her side. He hooked his arms around her, and bussed the top of her forehead as he tucked a strand of her blue hair behind her ear.
"I love you," he whispered as his gaze locked with hers. Botan could have sworn tears were brimming in her eyes, but he kissed them all away the instant they cascaded down her cheeks.
"I love you, too," she hoarsely uttered. She leaned forward and kissed him, the memory of their finally-consummated relationship deeply engraved in the depths of her mind.
Then his lips quirked upwards into a smile, his stare affectionate as he inched closer and locked their lips together once more. "Goodnight, my love," he whispered, eyeing as she smiled back and lied her head on his bare chest.
The two lovers felled to a deep slumber, safe and sated in each other's arms as the night became witness of their passionate love-making.