AN: Hello everyone! I'm so happy to have finished and for all of you to have enjoyed the last chapter. Now, I am happily writing a few epilogue chapters! They may not be long but I hope you find them entertaining for what their worth. I'm excited to write about Metal Lee, even if it wont be long. (That and well..more steamy-ness if you catch my drift) I'd also like to say that I will simultaneously be working on the Gaara spin-off, so please stay on the look out for that. Anyway, as always...
Please enjoy!
EPILOGUE PART 1: Plus One
"All most done."
I stick my tongue out of my mouth, as I carefully spread a sweet cream cheese frosting around the fluffy outer shell of my homemade strawberry cake. I sigh in relief, wiping the invisible perspiration of hard work on my upper brow. I place the icing spatula into the frosting bowl, nodding in approval at the dessert.
"Not so bad for my first time," I congratulate myself, rubbing my caked fingers against my apple printed apron. "Now, for the final strawberries on top as the piece of resistance."
As I begin to place the decorative fruit, I hear footsteps enter the kitchen and the air is graced with the smell of fresh soap.
"What a wonderful looking cake," my partner comments, as he settles beside me with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. A pink tint captures my cheek, feeling the lingering steam of his shower tickle my pores.
Before I can thank him for his compliment, I catch his finger making a daring move towards the cake, "Not so fast there, mister," I chastise playfully, shooing his tempted hand.
"Aw, but I am clean now!" he frowns, baring his rounded eyes at me with fake tears glossing his sight.
"That's not the point, silly," I giggle, shaking my head lightly. "You have to wait until my mother gets here, remember? Since it's her birthday, we can't have any until she takes the first bite. But, if you want…" I pause, taking up the silver bowl with remaining icing. "You can have some of the left over frosting."
His facial features instantly gleam at my compromise, and takes no time spooning a clump with his finger. He hums pleasantly when his tongue meets the white sugary fluff.
"Delicious, just as I predicted," he grins down at me. "Your mother will definitely enjoy it."
"Really? I'm so glad you think so," I smile back at the flattery. "I was worried the frosting may not have been good, since it's my first time making it."
"Try some," he urges, taking another scoop with his index finger and motioning it to my lips. I part my mouth, allowing his finger to slip into my mouth. The creamy texture melts sweetly into my pallet. Oh! It is good, I think cheerfully. I'm only taken from my internal observation when I hear my partner's voice; "On second thought, I do not think I can wait to have dessert with your mother."
At the last of his sentence he reclaims his finger, pinches my chin, and guides my lips to meet his. His free hand presses against my lower back, bringing me forward until my apron meets his damp chest. The unanticipated pressure of our condensed lips springs a weak moan in my mouth.
"Lee, my apron is all dirty, and you just took a shower," I manage to say during the breaks between our moving lips.
"I do not care about that," he responds in such a humble manner, it weakens every supporting bone in my legs. "I can take another later."
Releasing my lips, he turns me around, and pinches my dress zipper situated between my shoulder blades. I restrain an anxious whimper when he pulls down, loosening my strapless summer dress till it falls willingly to my feet. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, as he catches the seams of my underwear and coaxes them down my legs, till they meet the same fate as my dress. With only my apron tied at my neck and waist, I quiver at the air biting my whole exposed backside.
"I like this view very much," my partner comments shamelessly, gathering closer and motioning me to lean over the kitchen counter. Supporting my weight on my shaking elbows, I suck in a breath when his wrapped pelvis presses against my backside. Gripping the ends of the counter, he bends to nip at the nape of my neck, "I like this view even more."
"W-we cant, my mother might be here any minute…." I argue weakly, barely placing any real concern over the notion. It's almost comical how I even attempt to convince myself.
"Oh, my little sweet pea. You like to say one thing," his voice trails, in sync with one hand slipping underneath my apron to cup my breast, "when you and I both know you want the opposite," while the other snakes between the back of my thighs. I almost sense the smirk against my neck, "you are so funny sometimes."
A long, thick finger slides into my dampness, while my breast is given a simultaneous squeeze. A sob erupts inside my throat, sensing his probing finger plunge to tap my knee-buckling spot. His working hands and mouth set a tantalizing rhythm. A teasing tweak of my breasts, the thrust of his finger, and meticulous laps of my neck is the recipe to complete mental numbness. Every brain cell and nerve connecting to my body is being flooded by this milking sensation. I don't even realize how carnal my body language is; my back is almost a perfect arch, forcing my head back, while my lower end makes desperate circles against the welcomed intrusion.
The finger rubbing my insides so impeccably abruptly pulls out. The vacancy becomes foreign in the moment, which causes my button to tingle in frustration.
I don't dare to look back, knowing that my face is wholly flushed, without the slightest hint of comprehension for anything requiring some basic mental capacity.
The heat expands in my cheeks when I hear sucking noises behind me, followed by a chuckle harboring an unspoken appetite, "It is incredible how much sweeter you taste than any cake I have ever tried," he whispers to me, his warm breath brushing against my ear lobe.
He tasted me!
I squeak when I'm turned around, and his hands grasp my bottom, effortlessly lifting me up onto the countertop. My legs are coaxed to straddle him in his advancement. His earnest lips seize mine, feeding me traces of myself in the quick exchange of saliva. The motion alone springs my arms to wrap around his neck, flourishing this insane craving. I wrap my legs around his waist in eagerness, bringing him as close as our condensing chests will allow. My actions encourage him to lift me up again, our feverish kisses never breaking as he walks to the kitchen table, and places me on top.
My back soon meets the wooden surface, and an intermission between our tangled lips give me room to breathe.
"L-Lee, we eat on this table," I pant faintly, trying so desperately to be the voice of reason. It's likely that my mother will arrive soon, but I'll admit, I'm only voicing this because I really don't want to have to stop once we start.
"That we do," he replies nonchalantly, undoing the knot of my apron behind my neck. I quake when the loosened material is tugged just below my breasts, having them tumble out and perk under his gaze. "We also sit on the couch, shower in the bathroom, and even sleep in our bed," he says with a pleased smile, which is hardly quenched. "Did it take you that long to notice?"
I release a soft gasp. His trained fingers trail the crevices of my collarbone down to the soft peaks of my chest, "is there anything more to your observation that I should know about?" He goes on teasingly, brushing an index finger delicately over my stiffening bud.
He…really drives me crazy.
"Your sarcasm has been noted, Rock Lee, " I mumble under my aroused breath. "You know what I meant."
"Maybe yes, maybe no," he chuckles, messaging my breasts interchangeably, while the other hand has taken the initiative to undue the towel wrapped securely at his waist. Although I'm unable to see from my laying position, the noise of the weighted towel hitting the floor spreads goose bumps all over my skin.
I flush entirely when his extension glides against me. Who knew the simple act of lubrication could assimilate the effects of a reached threshold. My excitement is drowning all functional thoughts swimming inside of me. Sinking, till it hits the pit of my stomach, forcing my mouth to part for swallows of air. I'm asphyxiated by the torturous anticipation; it takes so much in me not to beg for him to claim me immediately.
"Uh-oh! I have seen that look before," he comments, with a wide grin pinching further into his sun kissed cheeks. "You would like to say something. Please, tell me," he charms for my response, placing two supportive hands next to my ears. His hovering form closes a considerable amount of distance, so much, that I feel the head of his length poke my entrance. His stare is unrelenting, and my confession is so embarrassing, I have to turn my reddened cheek away.
"Sho—" I flinch when he speaks my name in a reprimanding manner. "If you do not tell me, I will not continue. I will end everything here and now, missy."
"W-what," I turn my chin back to face him, not wanting for him to stop—at all! I purse my full lips, which are trembling as I stare at his famous eyebrows furrowing seriously at me.
"You're such a bully…" my flush spreads, and I swallow my hot saliva. I practically pant from my accelerated heartbeat knocking against my aching chest. My pink nails dig into the wooden surface bellow, "I want you so much. Please," I admit, tending pleading eyes at him that are ready to burst with anxiousness, "stop teasing me and take me already."
"Very good," he praises me by planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Now, that was not so difficult, was it?"
To ask me a question was unreasonable. Without waiting for my answer, he breaks through, filling me in one deep thrust. I cry out, extending my hands to grip his muscular shoulders for emotional and physical support.
I can't possibly keep my eyes open for much longer. The growing pace of him filling me, receding, and filling me again is dizzying. In a blind search, my fingers reach for his face, caressing his heated cheeks. He tilts his mouth to kiss the inner lines of my palms, before grabbing them with one strong hand and pinning them above my head. His dominant gesture brings out a submissive whimper from my mouth.
"My little sweet pea always makes the cutest noises," he says huskily, mixed with the grunts of his efforts. His free hand slips under the curve of my back, guiding my chest to lift higher, "I want to hear more," he mutes himself by clasping his mouth around one bouncing breast, lapping at my nipple.
"Mm—!" I bite hard on my bottom lip, feeling the sensitivity spike down my spine, down to my swelling walls.
"I have noticed your breasts are incredibly sensitive," he verbalizes after releasing my stiffened bud coated in his saliva. I crack a hazy eye at him, capturing his smirking lips moving to my other longing breast, "are they not?"
I emit extraneous amounts of mewling sounds as his tongue slides around my nipple, before suckling it between his wet lips. The combination of his adoration on my breast and lower region springs a flaring heat. I can't control the further spreading of my legs as my hips writhe desperately against his.
The words I'm trying to speak are coupled with erupting moans. My mind is so clouded by the paralyzing heat, I don't know if I'm either answering his question or just sputtering out lustful utterances.
At my shameless calls, a hunger takes over my partner, sucking harder until my moans turn into a head-rearing cry. The tender inflammation of my teased parts are now, gradually, overlapping me in an overwhelming pleasure.
"Lee…" I weep, seeing tears of undeniable satisfaction blur my vision of the kitchen ceiling spinning like a caracole above me. The immense pressure building in my dilating veins begs for liberation, "I…I'm going to…"
I feel my breast released, and the hand under my back is reclaimed to take possession of my face.
"Please. Look at me, Sho." He instructs me, in a voice that's gripped with abandon underneath a reigned discipline. I listen to his command. "Perfect," his voice trembles on an exhale, shuddering in his own pleasure, before regaining strength, "keep your eyes on me. Do not look away."
Even if I wanted to, I can't look away. His normally perfect features are shimmering with sweat, and his precise haircut is slightly disheveled by the repetitive grinding of our bodies. My dampening violet eyes stare back into his circles with an intense need for him, and only him.
I can't hold on anymore. I'm—
Under his burning gaze, every part of me begins to dissolve, reducing me to a breaking cry.
"Absolutely beautiful," he rasps, and with a soft squeeze to my cheeks, he leans forward and takes my open mouth.
His tongue pushes my mouth wider, and in a mirrored fashion, he delves deeper, almost beyond where I seem to end. My entirety reaches the peak of ignition, washing my blood, and tightening my lower muscles around his. The pulsing effect loosens his hold on my hands, and I seize them to ravish his chest. Together, we release one final, prolonged moan inside each other's mouth.
Riding out the last of the climax, we pull our soaking lips away, breathing heavily at one another. I'm utterly exhausted, wanting to fall asleep where I'm laid. Yet, a knock on the apartment door makes my heart leap to my throat.
"M-My mother's here!"
"Oh, Sho. It's so good to see you again," my mother says, embracing me lovingly. She sighs in content when we separate, "I almost thought you weren't home. What took you so long to answer the door?"
"I was finishing your cake and I didn't want you to see until then," I chuckle nervously, welcoming her inside and closing the front door behind her.
"Alright, although I wouldn't have minded watching you finish," my mother responds, trailing her view across the expansion of my living room and kitchen. "It smells incredible in here. You know, I always loved it when you used to bake at my house."
Thank god it only smells like cake, I gulp internally.
Lost in my thoughts, I don't realize that she makes her way to the kitchen, ready to take a seat. I'm quick to catch her before she can, and I clear my throat with a prevailing smile, "Sorry, Mom. We're eating at the coffee table."
"Oh." Her outstretched hand to one of the dinner chairs retreats, and I guide her over to the living room couch. "Your apartment is so clean," she compliments, settling comfortably on one of the cushions.
"Thank you, I made sure to clean before you came," I add, making my way back to the kitchen. I gather the cake placed on its decorative plate, with the added cover. Carrying with both hands, I shuffle to the coffee table and place it down gently.
"You're using the set that I bought you for Christmas," she smiles warmly at me. "I'm so glad you're using it."
"It's too beautiful not too, honestly," I reply, and take a comfortable seat next to her.
"By the way, where is Lee?" My mother asks, tending a curious eye towards the hallway. "Is he not home today?"
"No, he's home. He just got out of the shower, so he's getting dressed," I give a veiled answer.
As if on cue, I hear the bedroom door open, and feet making their way to the hallway entrance. My partner reveals himself, dressed in a fresh spandex suite. He smiles brightly at the sight of my mother, and makes his way towards the couch.
"Romi-san," he says her name politely, and my mother lifts from her seat to receive his welcoming hug. "It is so good to see you again. You look lovelier than ever, how are you?"
I knew it, he acts completely different when he's having sex with me, I blush at my thoughts, the devil in disguise.
"You're always such a gentleman, and I'm doing very well, thank you," she says with a smile. When they separate, he helps her back to her seat.
"Okay, it's time for the big reveal," I speak excitedly, scooting closer to my mother to allow Lee to sit next to me. I reach for the cover on the cake, and remove it, "Tada!"
"Happy Birthday!" Lee and I cheer in unison.
"Wow, it look's amazing," my mother gasps, placing a hand over her warmed heart. She sends an appreciative look towards us, "Thank you, I can't wait to try some."
Preparing a plate for her, she takes it and spoons a taste into her mouth. Her brown eyes brighten as she chews, "It's so good, honey," she covers her mouth as she speaks. Finishing with the bite, she smiles, nodding in approval, "So much better than any store bought cake, in my opinion."
"Oh, Mom. That can't be true," I giggle at her grand compliment. I cut another slice of cake for my partner, and extend it for him to take.
"Thank you," he sings graciously, placing an innocent kiss upon my cheek. "Do you think you could share with me? I do not want a whole one for myself."
"Why is that?" My mother asks, gesturing her spoon to the sizable dessert. "Please, have a whole one. There's plenty to go around before I take it."
"I appreciate the offer, Romi-san, but you see…" his black circles press into me, and a peculiar grin forms, one that I believe no one else has been given but me. It quickly fades, and a general smile is maintained for my mother, "I already had dessert before this."
"Oh, did my daughter make something special for you?"
He chuckles and nods, "Yes. She sure did, and I enjoyed every bite!"
I flush at his provocative undertone, which thankfully, my mother has no inkling of. My embarrassment causes me to take the spoon from my partner's hold, and shovel a chokable portion of cake into his open mouth. Sounds of protest rumble in his throat as his thick eyebrows furrow in pure distress.
"Sho, I think that piece was a little too much," my mother mentions, concern inflected in her tone.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Lee. I didn't realize it," I laugh, feigning my apology. I rub his back in mock sympathy as he continues to chew laboriously, "That's it, keep chewing. You don't want to choke now."
I take the plate from his hand, and take a bite. The taste of sweet victory is definitely enjoyable.
"Two years after getting married, and you both are still getting along so well," my mother notes at our relationship with a pleasant smile. "It makes me wonder when I'll finally have grandchildren."
Lee and I simultaneously gag on the bits of partially chewed cake. We cough and cover our mouths, glancing at each other with watering eyes.
"Oh!" my mother gasps at the display. "Should I get you two some water?"
"No, thank you—" my partner manages to say.
"We're okay—" I cough out the last of my episode, taking a deep, calming breath.
"Sorry for bringing up something surprising," she chuckles, finding our reactions enjoyable. "It's just that, all of my coworkers with children your same age are having their own children left and right. You could say I'm a little jealous," my mother sighs, before replacing it with a smile. "But it look's as if I'm just being selfish, wanting to be a grandmother already."
"Not at all, Romi-san," Lee interjects, waving a reassuring hand in front of him. "I think it is only natural for you to feel that way. However," my partner takes a side-ways glance at me, noting my hands rubbing anxious against each other. From the corner of my own eyes, I see him acknowledge my apprehension with a definitive nod. "I believe that is something your daughter and I will talk about when it is time."
"Mhm," I nod in congruence, tucking a shy brown strand of hair behind my ear. "I just don't know if we're ready for that just yet."
"Ah, well." My mother sighs whimsically, placing a romantic hand against her powdered cheek. "You can't blame a mother for trying at least," she smiles softly before chuckling, "There's no need to be so serious you two! I was only poking fun and being dramatic, I hope you know."
"O-Of course," Lee smiles and laughs embarrassed, rubbing the tension from the back of his back.
I blush privately to myself, taking a conservative bite of cake and chewing consciously on it. Thankfully, the conversation shifts into more mundane and lighthearted subjects. After cake and washing it down comfortably with freshly brewed coffee, my mother's birthday visit comes to a pleasant end. With warm smiles, my partner and I see my mother to the door and wave good-bye as she fades from our apartment view.
Night blankets the sky and ushers me to begin my nightly ritual. Preparing myself a glass of water, I slip on my nightgown and take a seat at the edge of the bed. On the nightstand, I reach to take a small pink case and open it with thought. I stare down at one of the small tablets in a circular row, with 'Friday' labeled just above. I pinch it from its casing and my fingers absent-mindedly fiddle with it, postponing a habit that required no hesitation before.
"Is something wrong?"
Upon hearing my partner's voice, I feel his warmth as he takes a seat next to me. The comforting weight of his body presses against me, and I instinctively nestle against his supportive arm for a moment. Separating from this comfort, I tilt my chin up and stare into his large black pearls.
"Would you believe me if I said 'no'?" I ask innocently.
"From personal experience I have to say I would not," he chuckles in response and raises a distinctive finger in the air. With a dramatic clearing of his throat he continues with a comedic lower tone,"I have learned that when a woman says 'I am fine' what she really means is, 'you better figure out what is wrong you knuckle head' or 'you are sleeping in the dogs house if you do not fix this'!"
He crosses his arms against his chest, nodding profoundly at his collective knowledge of women, "I am positive it is something along those lines."
A light-hearted giggle parts my lips, "Is that so?"
"Yes," he remarks definitively. "And I would not want for you to flush the toilet again while I am showering to seek vengeance against me later!"
"T-that was an accident," I flush and mutter low. "I think."
Now that I remember, maybe I was upset with him that day. So, he may have a point.
"And although I find my little sweet pea adorable when she is mad and pouting, I do not like it when she is truly upset. It pains me, in fact. So tell me," he guides a hand to brush against my tensely clasped palms. With only the slightest of pressure, they crack open to reveal the birth control pill sitting inside. I blush when I see from my periphery his attention turn more fully towards me, "What is on your mind?"
"Mm," my chin dips a little lower as my lips tremble to speak. I rub my thighs nervously against each other, and with a mousy voice I ask, "Lee, do you…want children?"
"Yes—10,000 sons to be exact!"
No hesitation, I shriek internally, and totally unfeasible!
"Just kidding," Lee chuckles at my taken expression, bringing a playful finger to tap against my beet red nose. That same finger is then taken to tap thoughtfully against his chin, "But to answer your question more seriously, that would all depend…" he cuts his sentence short; his circular eyes pressing against the ceiling intently.
"Depend on what?" I ask almost too eagerly.
Those same rounded spectacles shift to take mine; violet and curiously polished. I make some sort of demure noise as he moves nearer, with a dominant air about him. My partner takes the pink tablet from my hands, and his sensual advancement forces my back to meet our beds cotton duvet. My complexion burns at the intimate space between us; I can feel the heat of his skin radiate against my own as he hovers mere inches above me.
"Lee?" I call his name like some foolishly smitten schoolgirl.
"When would you like to have my child, Sho?" He asks without a fragment of nonsense. A nonsense that is certainly customary of his character but somehow dissipates in these moments. It's unfair how lost in him I become, just when I believe him to be silly and predictable. His smile seems almost devilish to me these days; "How about later tonight or perhaps…right now?"
I hate how much I love to be wrong.
I clench my eyes tight, trembling with anticipation unknown to me. I feel a pair of lips gently kiss my forehead, and my violet eyes flutter open at this innocently tactile sensation. I view my partner gazing lovingly down at me, as he caresses my rose stained cheek with dripping affection.
"You already know my answer, my little sweet pea," he whispers tenderly, returning my birth control back into my open palm. His touch then moves from my cheek to brush against my parted lips. The tips of his fingertips tremble; an ache to commit to them, "All that I am waiting for is yours."
Before I can say anything else, my partner lifts himself from our bed and takes his mysterious exit. I prop myself on my elbows, blinking wildly at the space between the door and myself where he seemingly vanished like some romantic vigilante. D-does he think he's the male lead of a TV drama? Sitting up, I can feel my head dizzying at the emotions stirring inside my whole body. I bring the tablet to my viewing, staring intently at it as if it were to jump to life. With a pounding heart, I place the pill back in its case and set it off to the side. Slipping under the covers I bury my burning face against the pillowcase.
A plus one…sounds nice.