Farmdale

"I'm going to kill that rabbit," Coco groaned.

"Hare," Yatsuhashi idly corrected.

"Whatever." She forced herself to turn in the chair, her food completely forgotten as she faced Yatsuhashi, determined to deal with the awkwardness Velvet had left in her wake. "So. She talked to you too."

The big man sitting next to her nodded, attempting to look inscrutable. He was failing miserably. "She suggested that we… well…"

"Have sex?"

She had to bite back a laugh at the expression that crossed Yatsuhashi's face as she straight up named the elephant in the room without any hints at dissembling. His efforts to appear unphased collapsed completely as his expression became one of utter embarrassment. "Uh… Yeah."

She leaned back in her chair, shaking her head. "Me too. I swear, that girl… Oum!" She turned her eyes to the heavens.

Alright, Coco. Now what?

She was thinking hard. Velvet, she realized, had dropped them into what was essentially a no win situation.

Yatsuhashi was clearly thinking along the same lines. His face, still red, grew thoughtful, and he turned to not quite look at her. "Obviously, we can't. It wouldn't be fair to Velvet. Since she's in love with you." He finally turned his eyes onto Coco. "You did know that, right?"

"I figured it out recently."

He nodded.

She sighed. "But, of course, if we don't do it she'll be pretty irritated after she basically told us to and even drug Fox off so we had the chance."

Yatsuhashi nodded again. "We could say we did and don't?"

Coco shook her head. "Worst of both worlds. We're both well aware that she'd know." She tapped her nose.

She could see Yatsuhashi's reluctant nod. "I never quite thought about that. But I guess she would know if we… when we…" He shook his head and looked away.

"Yeah." Coco nodded, then froze. She would know. She would have known every time that Coco had…

Well, crap…

Yatsuhashi turned his head, giving Coco an evaluating look. "Coco?"

She shook herself. "She knew. Every time I came back after… And she's loved me from the start."

Yatsuhashi's eyes was thoughtful a moment, and then he frowned. "Ouch."

"Well… I feel like an ass." Coco dropped her head to the table.

A hand settled on her shoulder and began softly rubbing it. She rolled her head so that she was facing away from Yatsuhashi, and contemplated the far wall. She sighed. "That feels good, by the way."

"Is that a problem?" Despite the question, Yatsuhashi's hand continued its ministrations.

"Kind of." She wiggled a bit, sliding around a touch to give easier access to her back. "It weakens my resolve." She closed her eyes. "I could get lost in you. And..."

Yatsuhashi didn't say anything. He simply kept running his hand over her shoulders. She felt herself relaxing at the touch. She could tell by the way his hand was touching her that he was just as happy with the arrangement. He was gentle, kind. And he was in love with her. She'd heard him say so himself. "Why did you say no?"

The hand paused, and she heard Yatsuhashi sigh. "To be fair, I didn't. I just… didn't know what to do."

Coco rolled her head so that she could still lay her head on the table, but now watch Yatsuhashi. She felt his hand begin rubbing her back gently again. "What would you have done if I hadn't left?"

Yatsuhashi shook his head. "I don't know."

Reluctantly, Coco sat back up, letting his hand slide off her back. "I know." She crossed her arms over her chest, not defensively, but because she needed to create a small distance.

"I'm going to tell you the truth, Yatsu. I do want you. I don't know when it happened. But you feel like someone I could be with and…" she struggled a moment, seeking the words. "And feel safe with."

"Coco, you know I would never hurt you."

"That's not what I mean." She shook her head, then locked her eyes on Yatsuhashi's face, looking at him over her sunglasses. "You know I've been around."

He nodded, his eyes showing no judgement, but no approval either. "I know."

She sighed. "It's an adventure. Fun. I go out looking for conquests." She watched Yatsuhashi's face. "And yes, I know what that sounds like. But it's true. I…" She sighed. "Whenever I am feeling down I go conquer something. Someone. And it feels good. I don't mean just physically. Mentally, too." She sighs. "It boosts my confidence like nothing else, knowing I can do that." She closed her eyes, giving up trying to figure out what Yatsuhashi was thinking. "But it also feels dangerous. Risky. Like I'm doing something wrong and getting away with it. Like I'm winning a fight, but no one is losing. And that's part of why it's exciting."

She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she opened her eyes again to look at Yatsuhashi. "But?"

"But you have never felt dangerous to me." She dropped her arms down, letting her hands fall in her lap. She stared down at them, watching them lay there with nothing to do. "After I took off I realized that. I realized that you couldn't be a conquest." She fidgeted, then sighed. "That's why it was you, yesterday. Somewhere down inside I realized I didn't want a conquest. I wanted to lose myself in someone that would make me feel that the world is safe. That nothing could ever be dangerous again. That I would be protected, and cared for, and just held tight whenever the world was scary again. And when you were touching me just now…"

She saw Yatsuhashi nod out of the corner of her eye. "It felt safe?"

She turned her head aside so she could not see his face. "Yatsu. I don't want to hurt Velve. And I don't want to hurt you." Her eyes began to sting. "I've never apologized for who I am, and for wanting to live to the utmost. I have thrown myself into every moment, and loved it. And I don't want you to ever be a conquest I went after because I felt low. But yesterday..."

Tears began running down her face. Her hand came up from her lap to wipe them away aggressively. She felt furious with herself. She was not a cryer. She had never been a cryer. But here she was, and she didn't know what to do with herself.

"Goddamnit."

Yatsuhashi's arm went around her shoulders, and she felt herself pulled from her chair and into his embrace. She resisted, just for a moment, and then let herself fall against his chest, still rubbing her eyes angrily.

"I see what she meant," the giant rumbled.

Coco sniffled. "What?"

"Velvet." She felt his sigh raise her up as she rode his rising chest, then lower her back down. "She said that she'd be okay with it. Because she said I'd take care of you and she thought you needed that. That it would be okay if it was someone she knew loved you as much as she did."

Coco sniffled again, new tears flowing, but without the anger that had prompted the first. "And do you?"

His arms tightened around her. "Yeah. I guess I do."

She wiped more tears away. "I guess I love you back." She wriggled and snuggled in against him, still sniffling.

It felt good to be just held. Oh, she'd had her share of cuddling and snuggling after sex. But this time there had been none of that. No heavy flirtation, no dancing around the subject leading to subtle touches, then less subtle ones. No sweaty clutching, no messy climaxes. Just…

Just a moment of being honest.

She twisted in his lap so she could wrap her arms around his neck. Her cheeks were wet, her nose threatening to drip, and she was sure her makeup was a fright. But in that moment she just wanted one little thing. One little sign to assure her that this could work.

She pressed her lips against his, softly. There was no hunger in it. Just a simple, gentle touch to let her know that this was real. She felt his lips purse, returning the kiss. It was a little thing, inexperienced and clumsy. But it was real, and it felt completely, totally genuine.

Smiling, she twisted back around and settled back against him. His arms wrapped around her, and she slid her hands down them holding them against her, feeling safe and warm even as a few residual sniffles caught her.

"So I guess we're a thing then?" he asked.

"Yeah," she sighed. "I guess so."

His chin settled atop her beret, a thing she realized she could grow accustomed to. It did feel nice to be there. It felt right. It felt…

She snickered a little. "It's a good thing you're so tall. I don't think anyone else could do that." She reached up and patted his cheek, and felt herself bob against his chest a bit as he laughed.

"Feels nice, though," he said.

"I certainly wasn't complaining." She smiled, then sighed. "We still haven't figured out what to do next."

Yatsuhashi grunted behind her. "Velvet."

"Yeah." She dropped her hand back down to hold onto the arms wrapped around her waist.

"Coco. Do you trust her?"

She felt her eyes open in surprise as Yatsuhashi asked the question. "Well of course I trust her."

"No…" He shook his head, twisting her beret on her head. "Coco. Do you trust her."

She opened her mouth, but then closed it, thinking about the question. Did she trust Velvet? She trusted her with her life. With her secrets. With her weaknesses. But that wasn't what Yatsuhashi was asking, was it?

Did she trust Velvet with Velvet? With knowing herself, and what she'd be okay with? With not lying about being alright if they...

"She said she'd be okay with it…"

"Mmhmm. Do you trust her?"

She thought a moment longer, then patted Yatsuhashi's wrist. "Come on Big Guy." She rose, sliding out of his arms. "Let's not disappoint the rabbit."

"Hare."

She sniffed and laughed, helping pull him up from his chair and over to the elevator.

They were not strangers to one another's bodies. Not exactly. They'd lived together for almost two years now. They'd seen each other in all sorts of outfits, during combat practice, getting ready for bed, and while preparing for showers. They'd gotten used to one another.

Still, as they reached the hotel room that Yatsuhashi and Fox shared, Coco felt her hands trembling slightly with anticipation. There were secrets of the flesh she had never explored on Yatsuhashi, and she suspected he never had explored them much himself. As the door closed behind them she turned and stepped up against him. Her hands came around his neck and she went up on tiptoes to kiss his chin.

He took the hint, and his arms came around her waist. Bending down, his lips met hers in a simple but honest kiss. She savored it, enjoying the feeling of being bent back ever so slightly and given such a simple, almost innocent thing. She had never been treated innocently before, and it was a pleasant, surprising thing.

She broke the kiss and led him over to the bed. She rested a hand on his chest, smiling to him, as she tossed her beret onto the bedside table. She licked her lips and tried to keep her face as kind as she could. "Yatsu, have you ever been with a girl before?"

She watched his skin color, but to his credit he didn't look away. "I've never even… well…" He made a vague gesture with his hand.

Coco didn't make him finish the statement. Instead she simply set her sunglasses with the beret and gave him a gentle smile. "That's fine. Really." She slid both hands onto his shoulders. "The important thing to know is to just relax and enjoy the moment." She popped up again to capture another kiss.

They remained like that for several moments, simply getting used to the feel of being pressed together like that. It felt good, in her opinion. She'd seldom found someone larger than her in previous explorations, and none that were close to being his size. She found herself idly wondering if that feeling of being delicate and coddled she was experiencing was what most women enjoyed when in the arms of their lovers.

After a little she broke the kiss and stepped back. Her hands slipped to her cincher and undid the buckle, letting it fall away. With an almost shrug-like motion she lifted the sweater it had been enclosing up and off her shoulders to land beside it on the floor, her scarf coming with it and leaving her chest covered by a short camisole and bra.

She looked up at Yatsuhashi's face, and was surprised to see his eyes averted, his skin aflame.

"Yatsu," she said gently. She took a step closer and captured his face between her hands, turning it so he was looking towards her. "It's okay to look."

She could see him biting the inside of his lip. He seemed to be at war with something inside of himself. She watched the struggle in his eyes, unsure what was causing it. "It makes you feel uncomfortable?"

He sighed. "It feels… disrespectful."

She nodded. "You're a gentleman." She gripped the bottom of the camisole. "Yatsu. Do you think I am pretty?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"I want you to think I'm sexy."

She watched him swallow.

"Look at me, Yatsuhachi Daichi." She pulled the camisole over her head.

He was obscured by the cloth a moment, but she could tell his eyes kept flicking back and forth, wanting to watch, but still fighting to be 'respectful'. She dropped the silk cloth on the floor by her feet and let her hands come to his chest. "Your turn."

"Ah… Huh?" He sounded a little confused, but his eyes came down to her, widening as it became clear he could see the valley formed between her bra-covered breasts. She wrapped her hands around him, finding the buckle for the leather pauldron that protected his shoulder. It was short work to release it, letting it slip from him, quickly joined by the rest of the armor protecting his arm.

He turned his head to look at the armor as it lay on the floor. Coco's hand came up and caught his chin, turning his face back to where it had been. "Nope, Boyo. Eyes down here." She let go of his chin and tapped the skin of her right breast.

As he complied, his skin remaining as red as ever, she returned to her task. Reaching around his barrel chest again she found the buckles for his large belt. Though it was more work than the pauldron, this too fell aside, and she felt the brush of cloth against her stomach as his shirt fell open.

She's seen his torso before. Perhaps girls were required to have at least something guarding themselves from prying eyes, but men suffered no such restrictions. She'd seen his very well muscled chest and stomach plenty, but never with a haze of desire enhancing her attention.

Some hunters and huntresses chose to rely on their auras to provide them with strength. Not so Yatsuhashi. He was a regular visitor to the gym back at Beacon. She reached out a hand and placed it on defined abs, feeling the soft skin and the muscle below. She slowly slipped the hand upwards, listening to the slight hitch in Yatsuhashi's breathing with pleasure, then looked back up into his eyes.

He looked back, something in his eyes that she recognized, and she smiled at the way she had captured his attention. She stepped back again, and reached behind her. With practiced ease she unhooked her bra and pulled it away before he could react.

Yatsuhashi blinked and started to look away, but then stopped and stared. His eyes focused on her left nipple, and the tattoo.

"Yes, it is tattooed." She took the breast in one hand, twisting it a bit to show him more clearly. "What do you think?"

"I…" He swallowed again, then, hesitantly, spoke. "I think it's… sexy."

It felt good to hear.

With a smile she dropped her breast, then stepped into him. She wrapped her arms around him and held him, pressing her chest against his stomach and enjoying the satin feel of bare skin against her breasts. She pressed a cheek to his chest, savoring the warmth and the sound of his heartbeat, elevated slightly. She turned her head to place a kiss on his chest just below his collarbone, then lifted her head encouraging another kiss.

A quick study, he lowered his face, his lips finding hers. She twisted a little, giving better access for his inexpert application, and her hands slipped under the now open shirt to softly stroke the skin of his back. His hands returned the favor, fingers gently tracing the flow of muscles in her back and exploring the curves of ribs, bones, and the valley of her spine.

She shivered against him. She was no stranger to foreplay. Despite her hunt for conquests she had never been one to skip straight to the main event. Each of her previous encounters had involved flirtation, touching, anticipation, and all the little moves that flamed lust. Yatsu was far from the first to ever map out the naked skin of her back with fingertips. But somehow, with him, it felt new. Something about knowing it was his touch, his discovery, made that barely intimate sensation feel raw, and exciting, and virginal.

She brought her hands up, pulling the cloth of his shirt free of his shoulders. It slipped down his arms to be trapped by his elbows, forcing him to choose to release her and let the cloth go free, or trap both skin and woman against him. She felt him shrug a little, and then choose, and found herself pleased that he chose to keep her there, skin to skin, and damn the inconvenient garment as inconsequential.

Opening her lips, she slipped her tongue out of imprisoning teeth to tease at his lips. She felt his chest catch as he stopped breathing a moment, surprised and inexperienced. Then his lips, too, parted, and hers was the first penetration as her tongue began exploring the inside of his mouth, the kiss becoming less gentle and more demanding.

She wanted him. She had already admitted it, not just to herself, but to him as well. And now, with that first little dam breached, she felt the floodwaters of need flow. Even as their kisses became more impassioned, and Yatsuhashi's inexpert touching of her back became stronger, a tickle becoming a squeezing of each well honed muscle of her warrior body, she slipped her hands around his hips. Opening a small space between their bellies, but still pressing her heated breasts to his skin, she found the clasp of his trousers and began undoing them.

He released her then, his body becoming stiff as he realized her intentions, and she was sure some small doubt had just intruded. As the shirt fell free of arms that no longer tightly held her his lips left hers.

"Coco. I don't know what to do."

"Shh," she reassured him. "Just relax and let things happen. Tonight, just let me lead."

The last clasp came undone then, and she felt a cloth covered bulge fall forward through the gap, brushing her knuckles. She smiled, her eyes finding his. "See? You may not know what to do, but your body does."

She slipped down to her knees then, pulling his trousers down as she went. She kept her eyes on his as she descended, nipples tracing twin trails down his skin, and watched as his chest heaved as with anticipation. She kissed his stomach, then brought her hands up to hook them into the waistband of his boxers.

A deft movement freed him from his cotton prison, and she broke eye contact to look. The skin was darker than the rest of him, with a red hue to it that strengthened until a helmeted tip peeked purple from its foreskin scarf. She smiled at the slight curve to it, similar in truth to the sword he usually bore on his back. In size it seemed modest, though her fingers, still wrapped in the boxers, were small beside it, showing that its modesty was only proportionate to the giant's own scale.

Impetuously she gave it a quick kiss, biting back a small giggle at the little sound of surprise Yatsuhashi made. She finished working his boxers down, then slipped back as he stepped free of the garments tangled around his ankles, kicking his shoes free in the process.

The moment both of his feet were planted once again she struck. Her hand captured his shaft with the certainty of a huntress, pressing neither too hard nor being too gentle with her prey. She felt it twitch, as though making a feeble attempt to escape, and heard the indrawn breath of Yatsuhashi's surprise at the feelings she doubtless was awakening within him. Her eyes trailed back upward to the wondering, almost fearful expression on his face, and she felt something flutter powerfully in her chest.

It's true. He really hasn't done this, not even to himself.

He'd told her, yet it still was a shock to her. Her ears had heard, but her heart had not. And now, with his virginity literally held in her hand, she realized just how significant this moment was. Something, somewhere, had left Yatsuhashi with such a view of women and the world he had refrained from even imagining them in a sexual way, left him almost determined to be the chaste warrior monk in order to protect the virtue of all women. Yet here he was, not merely offering to let her sate her needs with his body, but gifting her with his purity in spite of all those years, and all that self discipline. Trusting her to destroy both.

She'd never thought much about virginity before then. To her the word had been synonymous with inexperience, clumsiness, and a little bit of uptight sanctimoniousness. But here? Now?

She'd likely never change her overall attitude about it. For most that really was all that virginity was. But with Yatsu, with having lived with him for a year and a half and seen how he treated not just her, and Velvet, but every woman he met, she knew that in this case she was being given a precious gift indeed.

"Thank you," she softly whispered, unsure he even heard the words, and she bent forward to place her lips around the tip and suck.

He moaned then. There was no other word for it. No matter what it was that he was feeling, a sensation she knew she would never really be able to have a comparison for, it was one he was completely unprepared for. His body shuddered, and she felt his hands suddenly grasp her head, shaking and clearly unsure whether to pull her away, or urge her on.

Carefully, listening to his breathing, she slipped more of him into her mouth. She didn't suck much, not wanting to stimulate him too greatly too quickly. As powerful as she knew that would make her feel, she knew this was a moment to be savored, for both of them, and she wouldn't embarrass him by finishing him too quickly.

She closed her eyes and let things sink in until she felt him tapping the inside of her cheek. She held there, simply holding him with her lips, and gave a little flick of her tongue against the bottom of the shaft.

He groaned again, and the sound of it struck through her like a shock. She could feel her own body replying, something in her belly echoing the need that she heard in that throaty growl. Even as she continued to slowly, carefully tease the thing in her mouth her free hand came up from the ground to undo her belt buckle, and then wrest the buttons of her own pants free so that she could slip her hand inside to begin teasing the very damp thing tingling between her nether lips.

She worked him then, paying close attention to every shiver he made, every twitch that she felt within her mouth, and every little moan and sharp breath he took. She paid attention to what she was doing to him, wanting to know how it was slowly destroying him, gradually wrecking the walls he had built against viewing her as the sexual creature that she was, that she enjoyed being, and knowing that, unlike others she'd had in the past, this time she wanted to do this just as much for him as she did for her.

His breathing began to grow ragged, and she could see his muscles beginning to knot and bunch in his neck and shoulders, and she stopped. Perhaps she had been at it for only a few minutes, perhaps it had been hours. She did not know. She only knew that, for that time, she had known nothing but him as she played him and tortured him lovingly, wringing pleasure from his flesh, and thrilling at his each move. But now she knew that any more, and it would end as he tumbled over the edge.

That knowledge was enough for her. The finger teasing at her jewel below provided all the stimulation that thought needed and, as she held him in her mouth, unmoving, she felt small, powerful contractions take her below, squeezing and clenching as her world filled with an overwhelming pleasure. She bit back a moan, not knowing if the sensation of it would be enough to cause what she was trying to prevent, and rode out the small orgasm, only daring to move when the last quivering shake stopped between her thighs.

She released him from her mouth, then, and watched his body twitch as cold air suddenly assaulted the very sensitive thing she had been keeping so warm and wet. He groaned and looked down, wide eyed, as she wiped her lips on the back of her hand. Rising, she slipped her hand out of her doubtless ruined panties, and noticed his eyes twitch down and notice what she had been doing to herself even as she'd pleasured him.

"Coco…" he rasped.

"Shh…" she held her glistening, wet finger to her lips, smelling and tasting herself on it. Uncertain what he might think, she took a risk and lifted the finger, watching his nostrils flare at the smell, then pressed it to his lips. Hesitation crossed his face a moment, and then he opened his mouth and took the finger inside, his expression uncertain as he got the taste of a woman for the first time.

"It's… tart?"

"Mmhmm." She nodded. She stared up at him a moment, tempted to kiss him, but decided not to take a second risk. Some men, she knew, felt weird kissing lips that had been around their cock a moment before, while others would be fine. Now, she decided, was not the time to test Yatsuhashi.

She stepped back from him and pulled her pants and underwear down in a practiced movement, a crow hop relieving her of shoes, pants, and panties all at once, watching from the corner of her eye as he stared. Naked, she turned to him, opening her arms and sliding her legs apart.

She didn't rush him, but let him get used to the sight of her. She could see that thing warring behind his eyes again, the citadel that imprisoned his willingness to view her, even now, as a thing to be desired vs the want and need that was driving him. His face was flushed with red, and he shivered as his eyes roamed up and down her, lingering over the wet lips exposed below her well groomed brown thatch.

Moment passed, and she found herself savoring each expression to cross his face, feeling her want and need only heightened by each time his eyes violated her sanctity. Eager as she was to press on, she marveled as the moment stretched, realizing that of all her lovers, Yatsuhashi, and Yatsuhashi alone, made her feel more, not less admired and respected when he gazed on her bare flesh.

"You're amazing," he whispered, his eyes coming back to her face with a reverent expression.

She moaned then, knowing for the first time what it was like to want not just sex, but to want a person with whom she could truly be vulnerable. She held her hand out to him, and he stepped to her, taking it, and she gently pushed him down onto the bed.

He lay there, muscular and chiseled, his manhood thrust up from an unruly tangle of black, watching her as she moved onto the bed. Straddling him, her thighs clasped to his sides just below the ribs, she bent down and kissed him, sweetly and gently. He brought his hands up to touch her sides, holding her, leaving her feeling, for once, small, and she breathed into him as she sighed.

The kiss broke. "I don't know where to touch you," he whispered.

"Anywhere," she breathed. "Everywhere."

She sat up and reached between her legs. Even as his hands came up, cupping her breasts, she found his rod and wriggled it against the quivering skin between her thighs. Satisfied with the aim, she slid backwards, and groaned as she forced herself down upon him. She felt a pinching, a stretching…

"God…" she arched backwards and moaned, her insides filled with heat, deep pressure, and need.

A welcome pain suffused her chest, and she bent back down, almost laughing at Yatsuhashi's expression as his hands grappled her breasts in sudden shock. She sat there on him, letting both of them get used to the sensation, and her hands came up to hold his, encouraging them to loosen up. "Easy, Yatsu…"

He groaned, then blinked. "Ah! Sorry! I didn't mean…"

"It's alright." She bent down and kissed him again, her hands still holding his against her as his fingers relaxed. "But they are sensitive."

She sat back up and began moving, simply rotating her hips to swirl him around inside her, stirring her and causing her to feel a quivering within her just beneath the hair that was tangling gently with his. He twitched and groaned again, and she knew that it would not take much, or be long, before she finished him even though they had just started.

She was fine with that. Filled as she was, seeing the amazement in his wide eyes, she knew it wouldn't take her long, either.

He quivered beneath her, and it was not long at all before his body began moving with her. As she rocked her hips he began to curl back, slipping some length from out of her, only to come forward to seat deeply and powerfully inside of her once more. His moves may have been raw, new, but it mattered little. In mere moments she was rising, timing the motion with his to nearly pop him from her completely and leaving herself feeling desperately, almost achingly empty, then dropped back down to ram him home in an almost painful manner. She could feel her thighs quivering, feel her heart pounding, feel all sense of anything but him joining her and becoming nothing less than a part of her until she could not begin to know where she ended and he began.

And then, suddenly, his hands took her shoulders and he pulled her down. Her breasts drug along his chest, adding their own tense pleasure to her quickly crumbling body, and his lips captured hers as he groaned. He began slamming into her bent over body, pounding her upward with each thrust, She felt a pulsing, throbbing within, a heat spreading, feel a sudden rush of hot, wet something slicking her thighs…

And then the world collapsed around her as she joined him in a moment that was everything and nothing at all.