She held me as if I were immensely fragile, gathering me in her arms gently but firmly.
Utena-sama's fingers trailed down my spine softly, sliding in small, hesitant steps, as if she was dreaming, not quite aware of what she was doing. Her light caress sent all-too famillar shivers through me.
I glanced up at her face, my breath catching. Her eyes were distant, sad and lonely. She seemed worlds away. Just like his face.
"Himemia..." her whisper made my breath catch.
Could it be that she wanted me? Of all the duelists, she was the only one who hadn't coveted me. She was the only one who wanted me to live independant of her. But perhaps she was like all the others.
Moving quite slowly, I pressed my mouth to hers, in the barest of kisses. I held my lips on hers, slightly parted and unmoving as I studied her face, her reactions. She started, her eyes snapping to mine... but she did not move. Seconds passed by as our breath intermingled. I couldn't bear it. I kissed her softly, trying to coax a reaction out of her. Hesitantly, she responded, but it wasn't enough. I needed to know that she wanted me. Wanted to own me. Just like the others. If I just knew that, it would be easy. I let my hands slide up from her waist, ghosting up over her arms, sliding up her back and into her hair, taking firmer control of the kiss. Surely that would spur her on... Utena-sama kissed me back uncertianly, eyes fluttering shut.
My fingers toyed with the top button of her pajama top, and I felt her go very still, though she kept her eyes closed. Slowly, I undid it, sliding a slim, dark hand under the cotton to carress the smooth skin of her neck, her collarbone. Pulling the material away from her neck, I slid my lips down the pulsing artery of her neck, nipping at it lightly as my fingers stealthily undid the rest of the buttons.
I let my lips follow the slight gap in her pajama top, pressing slow, chaste kisses along her breastbone, down to linger at her navel. Quickly, I pushed the top off her shoulders, baring her. She jumped. I curled a hand around the back of her head again and leaned in to kiss her...
"I can't." Utena-sama turned her head from me quickly, almost violently, hair spilling over near nudity in soft curls.
"Why not?" I asked, turning my head to look at her quizzically. None of this made any -sense-.
She bit her lip, trembling faintly, looking away from me. A blush stained her cheeks and her breath caught in her breath.
I reached out to cup her cheek in my hand, turning her face to me. "I want it."
That simple statement shocked me. It was the truth. I really -did- want to be with her, to feel her lips and hands on me. I wanted Utena-sama to take me... because it was her. Her and no other.
She stared at me, mouth trying to form coherent protests. Before any could emerge, I kissed her again, flinging my arms around her neck and pressing myself to her desperately, trying to communicate everything that I couldn't say out loud. Trying to make her understand that tonight she was my Prince.
...and after a moment, her slim, strong arms wrapped around my back, gathering me to her.