icedragon54: *author makes a neat stack of proof* If you would please stand over my shoulder I could kindly show you what I mean. Now, *points at a paper* this is the page I was referring to: D Gray-man manga chapter 187 page 8. This page gives the listing of all the Noah, excluding only the 5th, 8th, and 14th (Wisely, Wrathra, and Musician, respectively). *points at very center of page* Right there, that's Rhode licking her finger. Mhmm, licking her finger. Because of all the mistranslations, I also have the raw (non-translated) version of this page. *slaps a new paper on top of proof stack* If you look closely, you'll see, in the spot that describes Rhode, "KANJI KANJI "9" KANJI KANJI." Even if you can't read Japanese, the '9' is obvious enough. Your doubt has had me check this three times now. So, Miss Skeptical, where's your proof? :D
Angel Fantasy: I hope your happy. You have forever corrupted my innocence... even if its just a measly lime. As for that rule I said, it is listed in the story guidelines. Also, back in 2002 (I believe) FF admins laid down the Hammer and banned a boatload of stories for explicit content. A lot of Ranma stories I've read have authors who mention that they're rewriting because of that. Nowadays, bans rotate around PM reports and the attentiveness of administrators, and I'm sure about 50 percent (all the male admins) never dare click yaoi stories to see if they are too explicit. I wouldn't at least. lol
Specter Von Baren: I want to make a personal comment to you. Specifically, a thank you. When I was first asked to write a lemon, I was unsure, and my hesitation was probably pretty obvious in that first paragraph describing the poll. You picked up on that, and gave me an answer I did appreciate, if not exactly what I was looking for. Then, as I got more used to the idea, I said what I did last chapter, and your response in this review was a good morale boost. It reflected how I was looking at it (which is why I said even if the poll was overwhelming 'yes', I could still say no if I didn't like it in the first paragraph). Your response let me know that even if I backed out, I'd have someone who agreed with my reasoning. Thank you.
Warning: This chapter contains mature themes. If you are under the age of 17 by fanfiction(dot)net rules or 18 by California law, beware. When you come across bold text, skip to the NEXT bold text. Unless, of course, you are a rebellious thirteen year old who thinks he's old enough... I claim no accountability for those.
Requiem of Time: Chapter Thirty-Three - Allen
"You don't know how long I've wanted this," the Fourteenth muttered after he and Lulubell parted for a moment.
Although her face didn't show it, Lulubell immediately noticed the change in 'Allen.' He still looked the same, albeit a rather large grin on his face that could have been his. But it wasn't. She could tell as much.
The Fourteenth's head dipped forward, as if for another kiss, but it stopped short suddenly when a sharpened candle pressed into his neck. Lulubell could hear Rhode's voice from behind him, "Oi, bro, as much as I want to see you, that body belongs to my husband."
The man's grin dimmed slightly, only slightly, before his eyes suddenly widened and he clutched his head, groaning. That hesitation Rhode had caused was enough for Allen to mount his own offensive, and he overwhelmed the Fourteenth, quickly seizing control of his body again.
It didn't end there, however. The Fourteenth had been so close to what he truly desired, so close. He raged against Allen, an onslaught of attempts to take over. Allen was forced to defend, an already bad headache growing as he clutched desperately at the parts that made him himself, shrugging off the Fourteenth's shoves... Shrugging them off like shrugging off an avalanche.
Most of Allen's attention stayed on that struggle, consciously resisting the Fourteenth, though he tried to keep an eye on the world around him. Rhode had removed the candle, though she nicked him with it before doing so. Lulubell was still staring up at him, her face as emotional as a rock, and he remained kneeled above her. If any of them had said anything since, he wouldn't have been able to tell.
For some reason, the Music sounded in Allen's head. Faintly, as if coming from far away, and with no where near the same effect as when it sounded fully, yet it was there. That wasn't supposed to happen. Allen only heard the Music when he unleashed his Noah. Did that mean he no longer had the control over it he usually had? Allen's throat dried at that thought, yet he didn't have the room to think about it further with the current struggle with the Fourteenth.
And the pounding headache, the one that felt like it was cleaving his skull in half.
And among that battle for control, through the unnatural migraine, past the exhaustion and post-battle pains, above the call for sleep, and even with the crippling hunger gnawing away his intestines and stomach, he forced himself to focus, to split his attentions. The world outside his body came into a clearer focus, and he offered Lulubell a hand to help her stand.
For her part, Lulubell only glanced at his hand before looking back at him. "Don't get the wrong idea, Allen Walker. That was just me thanking you for sealing her away." Then, without another sound and her face just as expressionless, she vanished – shifting into air. Her clothes were left behind; Allen would have to give those back to her.
Allen still fought hard against the Fourteenth, but once Lulubell left it became easier. The man's attempts became weak and futile, and they both knew it. Eventually, the Fourteenth gave up – not permanently, of course, but for now. Despite that, Allen's skull still felt like it was stuck between an ever-tightening vice.
With the disappearance of Lulubell, that left Allen alone with Rhode. Riding the waves of exhaustion, Allen turned to face her. He was still kneeling, and she was sitting cross-legged and leaning back on her hands. A lazy grin was on her face, not unlike the one Road had produced earlier, though her gold eyes sparkled with excitement.
Right now, truth be told, Allen wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her on their bed and sleep from now to the next century. Maybe after a meal, if he could. His body more than agreed with the idea. However, there was a certain set to Rhode's stance that told him otherwise. In fact, if he guessed right, he didn't think he would be getting any sleep that night.
"I'm home, Allen," she finally said after the silence.
Allen smiled back at her. He didn't really have the energy to do much else, anymore; with what she had planned, he knew he sure as hell better find some fast. "You... You don't know how much I missed you." Funny, he didn't even have the energy to cry. What about laughing?
Rhode shifted, leaning off her hands and hunching forward, her hands now on her knees. "Oh, looking at some of the spare memories from this life, I think I do. Later, after some much needed 'catching up', you and I are going to have a little talk about the risk you took in the rewinding town." A sudden glint in her eyes promised it wouldn't be pleasant... well, something unpleasant after a lot of something that was.
"Listen, Rhode-chan," Allen started, his face melting into something akin to worry, "about Lulubell..."
Rhode silenced him from going on by reaching out and placing one finger on his lips. Strangely, her smile didn't change. "Right now, I don't care about Lulubell. You are all mine right now, and I'm going to enjoy that as long as I can."
She was implying something in that sentence, yet Allen's head hurt too much to try to figure out what it was. Instead, he reached up and took a hold of her arm and pressed his lips together to kiss her finger. Then, he kissed her knuckle, turned her hand and kissed her palm, slide her sleeve back and kissed her pale wrist...
Looks like he found that energy.
Rhode's lazy grin turned positively wicked at this, and using her own power as a Noah, transported them to her bed in the Ark. Their bed, really. For the most of their married life, and a little bit before, Rhode's room in both Arks had become Allen's as well.
Even after landing on the soft bed, Allen didn't stop his ministrations to her flesh. Though, by the time he trailed his way up her neck and to her lips, Rhode was too on fire to wait any longer. She pounced.
*Avert your eyes, Yee who are too young! The chapter is now done for you! Lime ahoy!*
Allen moaned into the kiss as he landed on his back. Rhode's small hands ripped his coat open, trying to slide it off his shoulders even as he was laying down. He was no less ardent, one hand pulling her tie free while the nimble fingers of the other undid the buttons of her blouse. It had been long, desperate months since he had last been with her, and all the repressed passion that he had built up was coming out like the bursting of a dam.
In moments, the last button slipped away, and Rhode leaned back so Allen could slide the white garment off. Because of her body, Rhode had no real need to wear bras. However, sometimes childish impulses rose up and she wore one for pride's sake. This was not one of those times. Allen's eyes feasted on the sight of her bared chest, dark, erect nipples jutting out teasingly.
Allen rose enough to take one into his mouth, allowing her access to remove his jacket. Rhode mewed, but remove it she did. As soon as she tossed that over the side of the bed, Allen seized her slim waist and rolled them over, so he was the one on top. Rhode didn't object, instead grinning up at him.
Mouth still latched on a nipple, her hands running through his white hair, Allen ran his human hand down her soft side until he came across her skirt. His fingers dug under the dark fabric and he pulled down. It didn't very far with only one hand, of course, but the slow alternating between sides built up a frustration in her so that by the time he finally got it down far enough for her to kick off, she nearly growled as she flipped them over again, unzipped his dark pants, and ripped them off in one motion. His poor boots were destroyed in a burst of Dark Matter for being in the way. Socks too, for that matter.
That left them in a pair of tented boxers and damp panties, respectively. Rhode wasted no time in relieving them of those as well, before she was back up and kissing him hotly.
There was no foreplay involved; the raw need coursing through them forewent anything else at the moment. Rhode broke the kiss only to line them up properly, taking a moment longer than usual because of Allen's change in height. Allen was glad she was the one on top; the fires of passion had masked most of his pain and exhaustion, but it was still there.
He felt her smallish hand grasp him, and he looked into her eyes in askance, but then she came down hard, and he knew why. His wife she may be and their first time together this definitely was not, but that body was still a virgin... Had been a virgin. He gasped at the unexpected tightness of her, barely registering the tearing through of a reformed hymen.
It had taken some time for him to come to grips with Rhode's personality, especially her view on matters of pain. Simply put, she liked pain. She wanted pain. Sometimes from him. Yet how could a man, in good conscious, hurt the woman he loved intentionally? How could he willing cause her physical harm, even when she asked of it?
The smile that bloomed on her face and the high moan that followed certainly helped in that matter.
Rhode opened her eyes and beamed a devilish grin at him. She understood his hesitation and made sure to make it clear it was exactly what she wanted.
The Noah then eased herself down so that her chest rested on his, and Allen instantly felt why. The blotch of Innocence resting over his heart. Pain lanced into him from the contact, a sharp burn that he reduced to a more enjoyable level, as he had been taught. He knew Rhode had to be feeling the same, though she never reduced pain. She twisted it into pleasure, and she made a hum deep in her throat that told him that she was really going to enjoy the newest addition to his body.
Rhode started then, one hand gripping his shoulder as she rose slightly. The pleasure of it, the tight, tight friction of her walls against him, slammed into Allen. She came down, and he filled her again. She moaned while he grunted in pleasure. She was always the more vocal of them.
She rose again, and this time Allen thrusted up to meet her. She grinned at him, and they settled into a pattern. It started off slow, just themselves and the other and the pleasure they mutually shared, each gazing deep into the others eyes. And then it picked up pace, and Allen managed to lock them in a kiss, her moaning into his mouth.
It got faster still, and the need to breath overtook them. They broke the kiss, Allen craning his neck so that their foreheads stayed together, quick, hot breaths mingling. Rhode made sure she stayed tight pressed against the white patch on his chest, despite their thrusting.
As the pleasure mounted, Allen slowly slackened his hold over the pain in his chest. The two merged together, building off each other in an immense whole of sensation. He nearly lost control right there, barely resisting the urge, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. It had been too long. Luckily, Rhode seemed to feel the same.
Her nails dug deep into his shoulder, more sensation building to the whole. Her breathing was getting faster, sounds more desperate. "Allen!" she gasped, near breathless. Their thrusts went faster yet, her nails digging deeper, and Allen knew he was almost there himself.
Allen's human arm was around her middle, and he used that to meet her thrusts even harder. Then, Rhode produced the squeal he was familiar with. "Alllleeeennn!" Of course, moving his chest to grant her more of her desired pain probably helped get her to reach that point first.
Her walls clenching even tighter around him made it impossible to last any longer. Allen sucked in a quick breath and smothered his lips in hers, both arms encircling her now and crushing her to him. His own climax came, and his seed shot deep into her – no worries about pregnancies, not for them.
Rhode bit his lip hard as she moaned into his mouth, both of them riding the final waves of passion and pleasure, the undercurrent of pain still there. Rhode's fingers in his shoulder slacked, no blood had been drawn, and she shifted her weight slightly so that she was lying on him instead of just on top of him. Her other arm went under his right side, and she snuggled into him.
The kiss ended, and Allen took in a much needed breath. He kissed her forehead and shifted so that she laid against him more comfortably, feeling her smile into his neck. One hand went under her rump, and he lifted her enough so that he slid out, the friction over his chest sparking new pain into them. It wasn't so pleasant now, to him at least, but he could handle a thousand times that just to hold Rhode like this.
With the passion gone, all of Allen's weariness and more swept back into him. He couldn't perform another round if his life depended on it. Fortunately, Rhode appeared just as exhausted. It probably had something to do with a full hour or two under the effects of the black Crown Clown and having her True Noah sealed away. Regardless, he grabbed the bed sheet with his left hand and tossed it over them, letting it fall hazardously over them. His hand came back to cradle her to him, and the other remained satisfied on her bottom, with a nice handful.
"You always grab my ass, pervert," she mumbled against his chest.
Allen grinned at her, although she didn't see it. She probably felt the squeeze though. "You'd yell at me if I moved it away, though."
"Mhmm." She paused for a moment, then lifted her head to regard him with serious eyes, gold like glittering topaz. Eyes full of love, oh thank the Lord above, but serious too. "We will need to talk in the morning, about what to do more than what happened, Allen. As much as I want to, I won't be able to come every night, and I'll have to leave early in the morning."
Allen nodded and kissed her. "In the morning. For now, I need to sleep with you in my arms." His eyes closed, and his conscious almost slipped away in a flash. He held on though, just barely. In a soft voice, he whispered, "Please don't leave me tonight."
He felt her wild maned head rest against his chest again, and she whispered back, "I won't, Allen." Even the whisper carried that special way of twisting his name, filling it with affection.
With that comforting thought, he finally slipped away and fell asleep.
*End of Lime*
AN: If your an admin and shaking your head at this, tell me and I'll delete the explicit. Plz no ban!
Finished Poll: Should the story be promoted to M and have lemons?
1. Yes (12)
2. No (8)
Well, there you have it. I see and deliver, though I see this more as a detailed lime than a lemon... Honestly, it came out as expected, whatever that means. I could do better, of course, but that'll come with experience... Ugh, feels weird saying I need to get experienced at writing pronz. Main thing I was awkward at (before writing) was word choice (common slang is just degrading for the story, and medical terminology is too bland), but I'm surprised I pulled off none at all. Finally, I feel like this was more down-to-earth than the 'first time, every time' theme I see in a lot of stories. They are, after all, husband and wife, so there shouldn't be anything too special about them having sex.
And that was your seventeen year old virgin author's first sex scene. Hope you enjoyed.