Reika stared at the ceiling, still sprawled onto the couch. The redness in her face had cooled down and she was still laying there. Shizuo had long went the bathroom, 5 minutes ago. She hadn't missed the bulge in his pants, so why did he run away? With a deep sigh, she lifted herself from her awkward position. She ventured all the way to the bathroom, not knowing exactly why she was walking there in the first place. She should give him his privacy, right?
Ah, screw privacy. She thought, a certain boldness filling her uncertain mind.
She knocked on the door and whatever noise that was occurring on the other side was instantly silenced. The door creaked open and she soon found herself staring at the ex-bartender's clothed chest. She looked up at him with a sheepish smile and he returned the gesture with a light sigh. "I'll be out in a minute." His voice was gruff and flat, though she didn't mind too much. Just as he was going to close the door again, she placed her hand onto the flat surface, her gaze never leaving his. He blinked a few times, confusion evident in his questioning stare. She didn't answer him, verbally that is. Instead she raised herself onto her tippy-toes, a full head and a half shorter than him in result, and wrapped her arms around her neck, in an attempt to pull him down a little. It worked, and he was surprised to find her lips gently pressed against his. Just as he was going to give in to her, he suddenly pulled away, hands on her shoulders, and straightening himself as he felt his lower regions throb in desire. There was a dejected gleam in her eyes as she blinked, a million emotions flickering in her gaze.
"Shizuo?" She asked carefully.
"I can't." He muttered, looking down at her and hoping she would understand the simple statement. Of course, he had no such reaction.
"Why not?" Her face was slowly diminishing into a blank void, and he sighed, realizing she did not like his answer.
"I'm going to hurt you." He cleared his throat, his eyes boring into hers. She blinked a few times rapidly, obviously confused. "No, you're not." She protested. "I can't control my strength, Reika." He grunted in response.
Realization dawned on her features, and she smiled up at him. She shook her head and chuckled a little. He raised an eyebrow at that. "I trust you, Shizuo." She smiled, oblivious to the funny feeling igniting in the pit of his stomach. He looked off to the side, afraid if he stare any longer then he would do just as she wanted without any more protests. "Well, I don't trust me." He muttered, his voice low and his tone indecipherable. His eyes flickered to her face, trying to assess her reaction. Her smile faltered for a moment before it dropped and she sighed. She pouted and before he could stop her, she flicked the tip of his nose. He looked at her incredulously, and her smile returned.
"You won't hurt me." She said firmly. "I trust you."
He stared at her for a minute, trying to formulate a protest. As he was about to voice it, she pressed her body against his, abruptly cutting off any further thoughts. When he stared stupidly at her, a blush creeping up his neck to settle in his cheeks, she sighed, unknowingly brushing against the tightened spot in his pants. "It's alright if you don't want to," Her smile was ever present. "I'm going to bed." She added as an afterthought as she pulled away, heading down the hall. He watched her leave, having half the mind to pin her against the wall and take her then, though the more rational part of his brain whispered this was fine, at least she wasn't going to get hurt.
Something clicked into his mind. She was testing him, whether consciously or not, he didn't know. The way she phrased it was as if he didn't want her, and she was subconsciously testing to see if he'd follow her. Then again, was she seeing if he would put her safety first instead? He gritted his teeth growing frustrated at the situation. Was he supposed to follow her or not? The answer should be not, seeing as he did not want to harm her, especially after he did it unknowingly not so long ago. But he did not want to give her the impression that he found her unattractive. Dammit! Was he just over thinking the whole ordeal?! He growled, growing more and more frustrated by the second.
Girls. He thought bitterly.
Reika snickered as she changed into her Pj's, hearing Shizuo's annoyed growls from down the hall. She grinned as she slipped off her shirt, then was just about to change into a larger, more comfortable one when the door opened. A familiar head of blonde made his way into her line of vision, and she was momentarily surprised, forgetting that she was sporting her pajama pants and bra. She blinked at him, confusion written all over her face.
"Shizuo?" She voiced, though whatever question she was going to ask died in her throat as he neared her. He gathered her face into his hands and kissed her, leaning down to close the bothersome distance. She blinked again before relaxing and responding almost immediately. He moved his lips against hers and she was surprised when he bit her bottom lip. Her mouth slightly agape from the mild surprise, he bore no hesitation in taking the opportunity. A tongue slithered into the moist cavern, exploring and memorizing the feeling. The hands that kept her so firmly in place started to slide down to her waist until she heard an impatient growl and he grabbed her hips, pressing it tightly against his. She flushed when she felt something poke her abdomen. The kiss didn't last long as he settled his mouth at her jawline until they comfortably found themselves onto the nape of her neck. He bit her, his tongue flicking over the pinched flesh, suckling and abusing the spot. He pulled away in satisfaction at seeing a red blotch with a purple hue, knowing it would darken in a few hours. Happy with the first mark, he continued the process, littering her skin with noticeable blots. Finally he made it to her shoulder, where a dark fist-shaped bruise had already started to form. He licked it in a silent apology, and felt her wince at the contact. He straightened himself once more and pressed his lips against hers in a loving manner, one which she returned.
The hands on her hips tugged her forward as he took a step back, motioning her to follow him. He sat on the bed and pulled her to him, which she complied by straddling his hips. Her face took a whole new shade of crimson as one of his hands landed on her rear-end, caressing a mound and occasionally squeezing. She swore she saw a tiny smirk tugging at his lips, but didn't have time to confirm it on time because his mouth was on hers once again. That hand on her lower half started to tease the waist-band of her pajama pants, two fingers hooked and tugging. Before she knew it, he had already pulled it down to her knees and she flushed again sliding it the rest of the way down until they were tossed across the room. Just as she was doing it, she was surprised to find that Shizuo had stripped himself of his shirt, and firm, defined muscles were in clear view. Before she could stop herself, fingers started to trace his torso, memorizing the anatomy. Fingers started to curl around her wrist, raising the appendage to the side of a strong jawline, until she found her lips against a pair of warm ones. She heard a resounding snap and recognized it as her bra. They both stopped for a moment and Shizuo suddenly looked sheepish.
"Sorry." He muttered.
She sighed lightly, but smiled nevertheless. "I have more, it's alright."
He slipped the ripped bra off of her shoulders, and before she could cover herself out of instinct, he kissed the valley that separated two soft breasts. His mouth attached itself to one perked pebble, his tongue twiddling and flicking the erect nipple, his other hand pinching the other. He heard a soft gasp and took that as a clue to treat the other with the same process. Getting too caught up in the act, he bit her. She flinched, a tiny squeak falling out of her mouth in surprise. He licked the reddening nipple in a wordless sorry before his fingers started to play with the hem on her underwear. He let her slip off the last article of clothing, his eyes drinking up her embarrassed face. He laid back, his back hitting the mattress as he pulled off his dark sweatpants, letting it drop to his ankles. Reika gulped when she caught sight of the suppressed, stiffened mountain, tucked under the fabric of his navy blue boxers.
"Reika.." His breathless voice snapped her eyes back to his face. She blushed, heat collecting in her face and neck. He reached a hand towards her, and it caressed her face softly, a thumb brushing against her cheek. "We don't have to, if you don't want to.."
"I want to." She interrupted, her eyes never faltering from his. Feeling a confident streak, she leaned down to his laying form and tugged his boxers off to his ankles. He seemed surprised at her boldness, because his eyebrows had disappeared behind messy bangs. He shivered a bit, feeling the air tickle his stiffened bar of flesh. Reika flushed at the length, but shook her head of the intimidation. She straddled his hips and he sat up, an arm hooked around her waist, pressing both their naked torsos together. He positioned his member at her entrance and waited for her to sink down on him, letting her go at her own pace. She took a shaky breath and lowered her hips, gasping lightly at the contact of his leaking mushroom tip at her dripping entrance. He kissed her cheek, bringing her attention to his softened mocha eyes, and gaining more confidence to sink her hips lower. She felt him in her and sucked in a breath. It hurt a little, being stretched more than she was used to, considering her last partner wasn't as thick or as tall as Shizuo. He kissed her lips and looked at her softly.
"Can you move?" He asked quietly. She closed her eyes and nodded, focusing at the intruding feeling of another in her. She raised her hips before lowering them, and she found herself bouncing on his lap. He groaned in her ear in appreciation, hands on her hips and helping her with the process. The bouncing picked up in speed until Reika threw her head back and a moan bubbled up her throat like acid. She placed her hands on his shoulders, willing him to lay back, and he complied. Her hands clutched his shoulders as she rode him, his hips jerking upwards to meet her hips. She cried out as they both picked up speed, and his grunts and pants met up with her own. Suddenly, he flipped them around, and Reika found herself laid on her back, his lower half pounding mercilessly into hers. His thrusts were strong and fast, barely letting her finish a moan before another cut it off. She threw her head back, her nails clawing at his back, leaving red streaks against pale skin. He panted in her ear, his hands clamped over her hips, keeping her in place as he slammed into her repeatedly. Something was building in her abdomen as her womanhood throbbed for him, to which he answered her with deep thrusts. She didn't know when it started, but she found herself moaning his name, feeling as if she was on the verge of insanity. The groaning in her ear started to turn into growls as the speed rate of his pounding hips became impossibly faster. Finally she was pushed off of the edge and clutched his body to hers desperately as he slammed into her once more. Hot liquid filled her, and she laid there, still holding his heavy body to hers. Eventually he pulled out, the sensation causing her to hiss. He fell beside her and panted for a moment before he pulled her slicked-with-sweat body to his own. They both crawled up the bed, until they were properly laying in the middle, instead of the edge. He pulled one of the blankets to their hips before he laid back down, an arm wrapping around her waist.
Trying to catch her breath, Reika grinned up at Shizuo, who stared at her indifferently. Unbeknownst to her, that tickling feeling in his abdomen intensified at her grin. "Well, I don't know about you, but that didn't hurt." His eyebrow twitched at her smug comment and his fingers pinched her cheek, tugging it gently, though the effect was still there. She whined a little, a pout on her lip. "Ow.." He rolled his eyes, letting go of her face and hugging her body close to his, burying his nose into her hair.
"Shut up."
Takashi Jirou sat in his bed, a book in hand and rimless reading glasses adorning his face. He had stopped reading 15 minutes ago, interrupted with sounds he had rather much not hear. His face red was as red as a tomato as he settled his novel on his bed stand. Before flicking his lamp off and letting sleep distract his active mind, he muttered
"Damn these paper thin walls."
