Life So Complicated
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: Tekken is © to Namco. I do not own any of the characters involved, besides the ones of my own creation. I am not making any money from this fan fiction; it is just for fun. All rights reserved.
Chapter 1
The sun was bold and hot, even in the late afternoon as Miharu stepped out of the University, onto the campus that was streaming with life. The nineteen-year-old was accustomed now to how packed the place got, and moved within the throng of people as she made her way across the concrete stretch, away from the surrounding buildings.
"Hey! Miharu! Don't run off yet!"
Miharu turned and smiled at Rubi, whom chased her down through the crowd, appearing with another of their University buddies, Kyasha Yuugao. Kyasha was a technology student who'd roomed with Rubi after Miharu had gone to live with Jin. She was a nice girl, but seemed to have an unquenchable wild side.
"Miharu, babe!" Kyasha screamed, hugging her tightly. "Your lesson go okay?"
"It was fine. Had Rubi to distract me during the boring bits," Miharu said, casting a glance to her grinning friend.
"Sometimes we get this old man for a teacher," Rubi explained to Kyasha. "And man does he drone…"
Miharu laughed at the slow, deep voice Rubi put on in an impression. Yes, it was true, sometimes her lessons were boring when Mr. Takahashi, the oldest teacher in the University, took control. He was a good teacher, but it was as if they fell into a time warp when he began to explain things. She was glad to have other teachers too.
"So, Miss. Hirano, what do you plan to do tonight?" Kyasha bugged, prodding the girl's shoulder.
Miharu swatted her hand away. "I plan to stay in. It's my night off from work! Hurrah for that!"
"Oh… going home to your man…" Kyasha winked, saying those words pretty quietly.
Miharu had only told Kyasha and Rubi she was living with Jin. She didn't like her personal life being known by everyone, so they were made to keep it a big secret. So far, they were being good girls.
"Yes, he'll be there," Miharu said and stuck out her tongue to them. "And now my friends, I will bid you goodbye. I'm tired and I can hear my bed calling me."
"Aww, you're so boring. This is University life!" Rubi declared.
"Yes, and I've been living it quite well," Miharu said, patting her friend's shoulder. "We'll party another night."
"That's my girl!" Kyasha said, giving her the thumbs up. "See you around!"
"Bye!" Miharu waved them off and left to catch her bus home.
***
The minute she stepped into her apartment, she dumped her bag and jacket in the corner by a small wicker mail table, as she called it. She slumped against the door and let out a sigh, glad to be back in her own home. And she could say her OWN HOME with some pride. She jumped when she heard an exerting shout from the lounge. She half lazily went to see what Jin was doing, as she knew it was his voice and no one else's.
The lounge was a little rearranged so that there was an open area on the floor, which was where the sofa and the coffee table used to be positioned. Jin was practising his katas, dressed in a pair of Gi bottoms and a simple vest. His movements of the traditional karate were so fluid and graceful; it was almost as if he was dancing rather then moving around in his fight stances and moves. Miharu leaned against the doorway, watching. He kept up the moves for another minute or two before stopping, finally noticing she was there. He always put all his concentration into his movement, which pretty much made the world around him seem to disappear for the moment.
"Sorry, I will put things right again," he said, rubbing a glistening forehead, his long bangs swaying until the gracing touch.
"I know you will," she said, moving into the room. "You're the neat freak of the household."
He had to grin at that, and leaned down as she came close, kissing her lightly on the lips.
"Welcome home," he said.
"Thank you." She smiled up at him just before giving him a kiss of her own, and then she sauntered off towards the kitchen to start making them some dinner. Jin set the lounge right again and went off for a shower.
The relationship was a dream, going the way they'd always wanted, with a love between them that was strong and secure. Even though they were always at ease around each other, as of late, there was always a slight bit of tension. It had been ever since Miharu raised a certain topic.
Sex.
That one word had frozen Jin in his shoes. She was curious to know his thoughts about it, as she herself was very inclined to go forward with it. At this time in her life, she was ready for anything. He however, was unsure. With him having the 'Devil Gene', he felt that his control during sex may be lost, though he'd been doing well as of late to keep it under wraps, but with these new situations, he didn't know what the impact would be. He was desperately putting it off, or avoiding the whole sex topic altogether and he knew, even though she didn't show it, that she was saddened, wishing for them to take a step further.
This situation flowed through Jin's mind as he scrubbed down under the hot jet spray. Distantly, he could smell their dinner cooking. Something with rice in it. He smiled, running his hands over his face, his bangs slicking back. She was a good cook, though she herself thought she was an amateur compared to Jin, though he thought otherwise. He just wished he could talk about this whole situation with her without feeling like he was going to sink into a dark hole. It had been bugging him seriously lately, and he needed to figure out what he wanted to do before he ended up driving her off.
***
Dinner had been nice, but Jin had been too quiet, so Miharu thought as she had tried to engage him in conversation about the day's activities. He gave mainly one-word answers or mumbled sentences. After dinner, she'd left him to watch the latest news reports while she washed up. After that, she retired to sit on the balcony, watching the sunset. The sky changed from a soft, pastel orange to a rustic colour, the darkness beginning to patch in on top.
She'd slowly figured that maybe it was her conversations with him as of late that was bugging him. About their sex life, or, lack of. Never had they once made love since they started officially dating. They shared a bed, slept next to each other every night, but not once had they given in to their passion. He was more worried then anything about his 'curse' and she knew that, now feeling bad for pressurising him about it.
She stared out across the buildings, humming to herself, tapping her feet slightly against the wooden deck of the balcony. How much she tried, she couldn't clear her head about this situation. Her mind was even going as far as taunting her with images of passion and seduction. It was then she quickly went to the bathroom and ran a hot bath, sinking in tiredly.
The lapping bubbles and warmth was no comfort at all. She felt refreshed when she stepped out of the bath sometime later, but still, she was not even in the least bit relaxed. Now wearing a silky nightshirt, she stepped into the lounge, seeing Jin was still sat in the same position she had left him in just after dinner. And that was hours ago!
'He's really deep in thought,' her mind murmured, and she hesitated for a minute and decided not to disturb him. She disappeared off to the bedroom to settle down for the night.
***
The news was interesting, yet boring at the same time. How that could be, he didn't know, but Jin was half ignoring it as he sat there, his mind distracted by the different things going through his head.
'Sex isn't everything…' He thought. 'But it is something. It makes a relationship whole… and I'm keeping it in half. I hope I'm not hurting her by doing this…' He sighed, rubbing down a tired face. 'What to do, what to do…'
He'd been sat there hours he suddenly realised, blinking. Darkness had taken the lounge and the only light was only that coming from the television. Carefully he stood and turned off the set and walked towards the bedroom quietly.
The door only creaked slightly as he opened it, stepping in and shutting it to. It was quite warm in the bedroom, and he was relieved that Miharu had turned on the ceiling fan, which hummed with a windy whisper. He undid his shirt and trousers and slipped them off, dumping them on a chair beside the bed. He was left simply in a pair of cotton boxers as he folded back the cover of the bed and slipped in next to Miharu, whom shifted position as the bed shook slightly.
Soon, the room was still and quiet besides the fan that spun overhead.
Jin lay there in the hush, eyes closed as he listened to the fan, almost afraid to move. He knew Miharu wasn't asleep, only pretending. The way she moved, even breathed gave her away, but he didn't say anything at all. They were both restless.
He contemplated whether just to roll over and go to sleep, or even say something now and disturb the peace of the dark. His inside twisted in knots and his skin began to bead with sweat. Suddenly, it felt awfully hot in the room. He knew his instincts were pointing in one direction, and he didn't know whether he should follow them or not. He gulped and decided now was the best time to make a move if any, before he lost his nerve…
Miharu just lay there, moving her head against the pillow to try and get comfortable. The air had been quiet humid when she had got into bed, but the minute Jin had joined her, she'd though she'd been shoved in an oven at high temperatures. She cursed herself inwardly. This was the same man she'd shared a bed with for the last few months. How could it suddenly feel like she was in the same bed as a stranger?
She never expected to feel a hand suddenly creep onto her torso, resting there timidly. She froze for just a second, but decided to relax, letting a soft sigh escape her lips. She wasn't in the least going to object.
Seeing this as a good sign, Jin continued to move his hand across her smooth, flat stomach, guiding up until he felt two abounding curves suddenly come to rest a little beneath his palm and fingers. All that separated him from the soft skin of her body was a thin layer of silk.
She would have gasped if her voice weren't caught in the back of her throat. His hand was gently resting in-between her breasts, and though it wasn't much of a touch, her body was beginning to react to this. She bit her tongue, not holding back a sigh that quivered from between her lips.
The bed groaned slightly as the weight shifted more towards her side, and she could feel Jin moving over the top of her. She opened her eyes, managing to meet his through the darkness.
For a moment, they were just staring at each other, taking in one and other as if for the first time. Their feelings were deeply intense, passing silently between the two. They each knew what the other was thinking, and things just couldn't be held back any longer.
Jin closed the gap between them, his mouth pressing to hers softly at first, but then becoming much more compelling as she parted her lips slightly for him, welcoming him with passion. Her lips were so sweet, so intoxicating, his mind falling into a drunken state as his tongue finally found hers and danced around each other heatedly.
She moaned into that kiss, and not afraid that it was loud and demanding of him. Her arms were suddenly wrapped around the back of his neck, keeping him close to her. He was so warm to touch, and his skin was moist with a light layer of sweat. He was as much ready for this as she was. When they finally parted the kiss, she tried to speak. "Jin…"
"Shh…" Was his reply and he kissed the tip of her nose, then drawing down the side of her face and into the crook of her neck. In that instant, his hand was suddenly cupping her right breast, rubbing it circles through the material. He felt as if he'd burst with pleasure when he rubbed against a hard button beneath the silky cloth. His thumb ran over the top of it and he heard her hiss slightly between feebly parted lips. He smiled at this and groaned into her soft, scented skin as he could feel the confines of his boxers suddenly become tight and restricting.
Her head lolled to the side, exposing more of her neck to his hungry mouth, which he nipped and suckled at feverishly. Her hand had found it's way into his soft hair, lightly working her shaky fingers through each lock. She was almost drowning with the contact of his body. With him so close to her, she realised that beneath the protection of his boxers, his desire had started to become evident and was now beginning to press against her torso. The heat in her loins flared and became too unbearable to ignore.
She pushed against him slightly. "Jin…" Her voice was breathy and he paused, leaning up to look into her dark, lusty eyes. She just smiled through half closed lids and brought her hands around the silky nightshirt and pulled it up and over her head, now left in nothing but a pair of panties. He just had to chuckle at the cute anime kittens on her underwear.
She pouted. "Don't make fun of my undies…"
He stifled his laugh. "Sorry…"
She gave him narrow eyes, which prompted him to bring his mouth back over hers, capturing her quickly to silence any more protests that might escape. Any words that would have come were lost when both their mouths worked against one and other, trying to indulge in the sweet flavours that always seemed so far out of reach. He broke this kiss, lifting a hand to softly caress her cheek lovingly. She smiled, bringing the hand to her mouth and gently kissed each finger to turn, leaving time to linger on his index finger as she brought into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it. She withdrew it and brought the finger down in a line between her breasts and onto her torso.
He artistically trailed feathery kisses downwards, following that glittering line. His breath tickled the valley between her breasts as he descended to stop his trail atop her navel, flicking his tongue into that little hole. He peered up to meet her eyes, and all he could see was need. He could smell her heat, such a powerful aroma; it made him throb even more in the tight confinement, yearning to be touched.
It was time to get serious before going any further. "Are you sure you want this? There is no going back…"
She listened to his deep, loving voice, her mind rolling with each word. She smiled softly. "I've never been more ready for this in my life. Please, don't stop…"
Her fingers were suddenly wrapped around the edge of her panties, slowly slipping them down her illustrious hips. He watched her, breath held as she stripped off that last garment, leaving nothing but perfect skin to stare at.
She was gorgeous, no doubt about it. He realised after a moment he was staring like a drooling dog after a bone, and looked up at her blushing face, suddenly turning crimson himself. He muttered an apology and leaned up to her face again and kissed her fervour-swollen lips.
A little nervous that she was now laid bare, she was glad that he was so approving of her body; she could tell that by the look in his eyes. His arms were cradling around her as he kissed her once more. Her curious hands ran carefully over the contours of his body, outlining ever-defined muscle that rolled smoothly between her touch. Without thinking, her hands were gripped onto the front of his boxers.
Well, it was just as fair that he should be fully undressed if she was.
With a swift tug, he was suddenly exposed. He yelped slightly, pulling back, but too little too late and Miharu got herself a full few of that ample sized, rock hard desire of his.
"All for me?" She whispered, and noticed he was blushing even more then before. It took him a moment to get over the whole shyness, before he helped her slip the boxers off down his legs, far enough down so he could kick them off by himself.
She let a finger trail across the top of the length and listened to him moan loudly in reaction to this. Hearing himself, he was tempted to hide his face from her but she whispered loving words to him that kept their eyes locked. Her playful fingers only remained across his manhood for a second before he pushed aside her hand and pressed her back towards the bed.
He lay with her wrapped in his arms while her own laced around his back, as they became accustomed to each other's bared forms. The contact of their warm skin was almost electric, and beneath Miharu's lids, she could see faint little sparks as if they were conducting between each other.
Jin kissed the top of her head, stroking a hand down her smooth back, making her arch into him slightly as he trailed the lower grove. He was listening to his own inner voices, trying to see if it was the devil that was pushing him on. But there was nothing but his own hunger there, nothing else, no demon voice. Maybe he'd had enough time to control it to a point where he could hold it back in times of sexual cravings? Well, there was only one way to test this theory, though, he had precautions to take first…
"Just a second…" He whispered into her ear, hating to disturb the moment as he shifted to lean up and over to the draws of the bedside unit. He opened the top one and rummaged, pushing meaningless things aside till he came to his packaged prize. He pulled it out, kneeling up above her to free up both his hands, tearing into the package and pulling out a little foiled shape. He threw the box back in the draw and shut it, fiddling now with the flimsy new item.
Miharu squinted slightly, leaning up to take a closer look. "Is that a… condom?"
He nodded, finally retrieving the sticky rubber, throwing the foil aside for now. The smell that came off the thing made him cringe, and he noticed Miharu's expression too and laughed. She joined in, lying back once again as he dealt with the protection. He carefully rolled it down his length, a thumb and finger pinching the part at the top to hold it in place until he had completely on. He was thankful he hadn't got too much of that smelly stuff on his hands, but he was rather clumsy he thought for a first timer. What did it matter anyway? As long as he had it on, they'd be fine.
Miharu had sat up slightly against the cushions, watching him carefully crawl back over her, face coming to rest against her shoulder, planting a kiss on the very edge. It was about now that she started to get scared. Was this going to hurt or not? Would she do it right? Why did sex have to be so complicated?
He looked up at her. "Are you alright?"
"Just a bit nervous…"
"We don't have to…"
"No…" She quickly said. "I want to. I really do."
"I'll try not to hurt you if I can," he said.
"I know…" She settled back against the cushions, giving him a confident look.
He was glad she was so trusting of him, he just hoped he could trust himself not to go too hard or too fast, or do something completely stupid. He sighed inwardly, and rested an elbow down on the pillow beside her, his other hand creeping down to her womanhood. The minute he touched her there, his shivered down to his toes. She was VERY ready for this.
He brought his other arm up to join his other on the pillow, supporting his weight as he positioned himself, shuddering as his tip met her entrance. He paused as she muttered something.
"What was that?" He asked.
"Go fast, I said. It will hurt less."
"Oh… okay…" He gulped, counted to three and pushed in as swiftly as he could.
Her back arched as pain ripped through her. She cried out, closing her eyes tightly. She wanted to get away from him as her insides burned like crazy, her nerves feeling like they were being doused in acid. Her hands were suddenly wrapped into his thick arms, her nails digging in, enough to bring up pin pricks of blood.
He gasped, trembling at this new sensation. She was so tight around him, her heat trapping him in. He was lost for a second, his body numbed to a point where all he could feel was this one pleasure. When he finally got his senses back, he could hear her breathing hard and could suddenly feel the slight pain in his arms from her sharp, vice like grip. Glancing down to her face, he could suddenly see the crystalline tears trailing her cheeks.
He grew worried. "Miharu… Are you alright?" Her answer was a shaky, exhaling breath. "Please speak to me."
"It's… it's okay…" She managed to say. "The pains subsiding a little…"
"If I'm hurting you, I'll not go on…"
Her hands relieved themselves of his arms, instead, going to cradle the soft covers between them. "Jin, please, don't worry about it. I want you to move, I want you to carry on."
"Are you sure?" He rose his hand to stroke her cheek.
She nodded.
He couldn't say no, and complied with her wishes, hoping he wasn't going to make this worse. He began to move, slowly but surely, pulling out to the very tip, waiting a second, then thrusting back in.
Miharu barely made a peep, finally calming down, relaxing into the flow of things as he began to move in and out, much more boldly as she wasn't screaming in agony at him. By now, the pain was more or less gone and in its place, something she'd never felt before. Something so good, it was indescribable. She let him know she was relishing in this new-found sensation by moaning out his name, long and throatily; this was enough to push him on, to make him go faster.
Within moments, she picked up on his rhythm and thrust her hips up to meet him as he drove into her again and again. Her legs wound around his waist and she held on to him as they continued this lascivious motion. His face went into the pillow, muffling his deep, rumbling voice, arms now round her back, bringing her up to him with each powerful plunge, resulting in much deeper contact between them both. Miharu felt a tingling rush up her spine as he nudged a sweet spot inside her, over and over with this deeper contact. Her voice was getting louder, almost deafening with her screams, very much letting him know he was doing something good. Each cry from her lips fuelled him on, giving her what she wanted.
They were both drinking off the amorous cries that echoed through the room. It was a moment out of time where they could let go to carnal pleasure without having to listen to reason.
Miharu knew she was close to losing control as she was beginning to lose the rhythm, unable to keep up with him. Her body was shaking all over, sweat glistening on her skin like tiny jewels.
The tightness… the warmth… he couldn't think. His body was almost going on its own accord. He could see her flushed face, her lips working without the words to follow. She was trying to speak to him, but he couldn't hear her. It was like he was hearing a backwash of white noise as he continued to thrust into her.
"Jin… I-I…" It was then her body suddenly ignited with an invisible fire, sweeping through her without relent. She could barely hear herself cry out against him, going blind for a moment with her pleasure.
Hearing her reach her climax pushed him over the edge and with one final plunge, he released, his body tensing up, every muscle locking up on him until the wave of his passion passed over and his whole body went limp. He pulled out tiredly, collapsing next to her instead of on top of her, which most likely would have smothered her; a bad idea since she was so small compared to him.
Miharu finally managed to slow her racing breathing, wiping a fluttering hand against her brow to stop the trickling sweat from getting into her eyes. She turned towards Jin, who'd finally gathered enough strength to remove the condom and throw it into the wastebasket next to the bed. He rolled onto his side, looking at her with a fulfilled smile, which she returned, eyes wanting to close with fatigue.
He opened his arms for her, coaxing her to move closer to him, in which she did and he enveloped her against him, but not before reaching down to pull the covers around them.
"That… was amazing…" She said, cheek nestled against his chest.
"It was wonderful," he said softly, stroking her hair. "I never imagined it would be like that."
"I didn't either," she said, beginning to drift off within the warmth of his arms.
He could tell she was going and kissed the top of her head. "Goodnight, Miharu."
"… Night…" She yawned out and was suddenly gone into a land of contented dreams.
He lay there, thinking about what had just happened, and was quite relieved that not once did he feel that that cursed 'Devil Gene' was going come into play. Though, he was still worried that one day it might do, but at the moment, he didn't want to think about it. All he was going to think about now was resting with this beautiful angel within his arms. He soon joined her in peaceful sleep.
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A/N: Well, I hope that turned out okay because I was really worried how that scene would be with them together. Hope it wasn't too bad! Anyway, there is a plot to this story, not just all about sex. It will come along, with the next chapter...
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: Tekken is © to Namco. I do not own any of the characters involved, besides the ones of my own creation. I am not making any money from this fan fiction; it is just for fun. All rights reserved.
Chapter 1
The sun was bold and hot, even in the late afternoon as Miharu stepped out of the University, onto the campus that was streaming with life. The nineteen-year-old was accustomed now to how packed the place got, and moved within the throng of people as she made her way across the concrete stretch, away from the surrounding buildings.
"Hey! Miharu! Don't run off yet!"
Miharu turned and smiled at Rubi, whom chased her down through the crowd, appearing with another of their University buddies, Kyasha Yuugao. Kyasha was a technology student who'd roomed with Rubi after Miharu had gone to live with Jin. She was a nice girl, but seemed to have an unquenchable wild side.
"Miharu, babe!" Kyasha screamed, hugging her tightly. "Your lesson go okay?"
"It was fine. Had Rubi to distract me during the boring bits," Miharu said, casting a glance to her grinning friend.
"Sometimes we get this old man for a teacher," Rubi explained to Kyasha. "And man does he drone…"
Miharu laughed at the slow, deep voice Rubi put on in an impression. Yes, it was true, sometimes her lessons were boring when Mr. Takahashi, the oldest teacher in the University, took control. He was a good teacher, but it was as if they fell into a time warp when he began to explain things. She was glad to have other teachers too.
"So, Miss. Hirano, what do you plan to do tonight?" Kyasha bugged, prodding the girl's shoulder.
Miharu swatted her hand away. "I plan to stay in. It's my night off from work! Hurrah for that!"
"Oh… going home to your man…" Kyasha winked, saying those words pretty quietly.
Miharu had only told Kyasha and Rubi she was living with Jin. She didn't like her personal life being known by everyone, so they were made to keep it a big secret. So far, they were being good girls.
"Yes, he'll be there," Miharu said and stuck out her tongue to them. "And now my friends, I will bid you goodbye. I'm tired and I can hear my bed calling me."
"Aww, you're so boring. This is University life!" Rubi declared.
"Yes, and I've been living it quite well," Miharu said, patting her friend's shoulder. "We'll party another night."
"That's my girl!" Kyasha said, giving her the thumbs up. "See you around!"
"Bye!" Miharu waved them off and left to catch her bus home.
***
The minute she stepped into her apartment, she dumped her bag and jacket in the corner by a small wicker mail table, as she called it. She slumped against the door and let out a sigh, glad to be back in her own home. And she could say her OWN HOME with some pride. She jumped when she heard an exerting shout from the lounge. She half lazily went to see what Jin was doing, as she knew it was his voice and no one else's.
The lounge was a little rearranged so that there was an open area on the floor, which was where the sofa and the coffee table used to be positioned. Jin was practising his katas, dressed in a pair of Gi bottoms and a simple vest. His movements of the traditional karate were so fluid and graceful; it was almost as if he was dancing rather then moving around in his fight stances and moves. Miharu leaned against the doorway, watching. He kept up the moves for another minute or two before stopping, finally noticing she was there. He always put all his concentration into his movement, which pretty much made the world around him seem to disappear for the moment.
"Sorry, I will put things right again," he said, rubbing a glistening forehead, his long bangs swaying until the gracing touch.
"I know you will," she said, moving into the room. "You're the neat freak of the household."
He had to grin at that, and leaned down as she came close, kissing her lightly on the lips.
"Welcome home," he said.
"Thank you." She smiled up at him just before giving him a kiss of her own, and then she sauntered off towards the kitchen to start making them some dinner. Jin set the lounge right again and went off for a shower.
The relationship was a dream, going the way they'd always wanted, with a love between them that was strong and secure. Even though they were always at ease around each other, as of late, there was always a slight bit of tension. It had been ever since Miharu raised a certain topic.
Sex.
That one word had frozen Jin in his shoes. She was curious to know his thoughts about it, as she herself was very inclined to go forward with it. At this time in her life, she was ready for anything. He however, was unsure. With him having the 'Devil Gene', he felt that his control during sex may be lost, though he'd been doing well as of late to keep it under wraps, but with these new situations, he didn't know what the impact would be. He was desperately putting it off, or avoiding the whole sex topic altogether and he knew, even though she didn't show it, that she was saddened, wishing for them to take a step further.
This situation flowed through Jin's mind as he scrubbed down under the hot jet spray. Distantly, he could smell their dinner cooking. Something with rice in it. He smiled, running his hands over his face, his bangs slicking back. She was a good cook, though she herself thought she was an amateur compared to Jin, though he thought otherwise. He just wished he could talk about this whole situation with her without feeling like he was going to sink into a dark hole. It had been bugging him seriously lately, and he needed to figure out what he wanted to do before he ended up driving her off.
***
Dinner had been nice, but Jin had been too quiet, so Miharu thought as she had tried to engage him in conversation about the day's activities. He gave mainly one-word answers or mumbled sentences. After dinner, she'd left him to watch the latest news reports while she washed up. After that, she retired to sit on the balcony, watching the sunset. The sky changed from a soft, pastel orange to a rustic colour, the darkness beginning to patch in on top.
She'd slowly figured that maybe it was her conversations with him as of late that was bugging him. About their sex life, or, lack of. Never had they once made love since they started officially dating. They shared a bed, slept next to each other every night, but not once had they given in to their passion. He was more worried then anything about his 'curse' and she knew that, now feeling bad for pressurising him about it.
She stared out across the buildings, humming to herself, tapping her feet slightly against the wooden deck of the balcony. How much she tried, she couldn't clear her head about this situation. Her mind was even going as far as taunting her with images of passion and seduction. It was then she quickly went to the bathroom and ran a hot bath, sinking in tiredly.
The lapping bubbles and warmth was no comfort at all. She felt refreshed when she stepped out of the bath sometime later, but still, she was not even in the least bit relaxed. Now wearing a silky nightshirt, she stepped into the lounge, seeing Jin was still sat in the same position she had left him in just after dinner. And that was hours ago!
'He's really deep in thought,' her mind murmured, and she hesitated for a minute and decided not to disturb him. She disappeared off to the bedroom to settle down for the night.
***
The news was interesting, yet boring at the same time. How that could be, he didn't know, but Jin was half ignoring it as he sat there, his mind distracted by the different things going through his head.
'Sex isn't everything…' He thought. 'But it is something. It makes a relationship whole… and I'm keeping it in half. I hope I'm not hurting her by doing this…' He sighed, rubbing down a tired face. 'What to do, what to do…'
He'd been sat there hours he suddenly realised, blinking. Darkness had taken the lounge and the only light was only that coming from the television. Carefully he stood and turned off the set and walked towards the bedroom quietly.
The door only creaked slightly as he opened it, stepping in and shutting it to. It was quite warm in the bedroom, and he was relieved that Miharu had turned on the ceiling fan, which hummed with a windy whisper. He undid his shirt and trousers and slipped them off, dumping them on a chair beside the bed. He was left simply in a pair of cotton boxers as he folded back the cover of the bed and slipped in next to Miharu, whom shifted position as the bed shook slightly.
Soon, the room was still and quiet besides the fan that spun overhead.
Jin lay there in the hush, eyes closed as he listened to the fan, almost afraid to move. He knew Miharu wasn't asleep, only pretending. The way she moved, even breathed gave her away, but he didn't say anything at all. They were both restless.
He contemplated whether just to roll over and go to sleep, or even say something now and disturb the peace of the dark. His inside twisted in knots and his skin began to bead with sweat. Suddenly, it felt awfully hot in the room. He knew his instincts were pointing in one direction, and he didn't know whether he should follow them or not. He gulped and decided now was the best time to make a move if any, before he lost his nerve…
Miharu just lay there, moving her head against the pillow to try and get comfortable. The air had been quiet humid when she had got into bed, but the minute Jin had joined her, she'd though she'd been shoved in an oven at high temperatures. She cursed herself inwardly. This was the same man she'd shared a bed with for the last few months. How could it suddenly feel like she was in the same bed as a stranger?
She never expected to feel a hand suddenly creep onto her torso, resting there timidly. She froze for just a second, but decided to relax, letting a soft sigh escape her lips. She wasn't in the least going to object.
Seeing this as a good sign, Jin continued to move his hand across her smooth, flat stomach, guiding up until he felt two abounding curves suddenly come to rest a little beneath his palm and fingers. All that separated him from the soft skin of her body was a thin layer of silk.
She would have gasped if her voice weren't caught in the back of her throat. His hand was gently resting in-between her breasts, and though it wasn't much of a touch, her body was beginning to react to this. She bit her tongue, not holding back a sigh that quivered from between her lips.
The bed groaned slightly as the weight shifted more towards her side, and she could feel Jin moving over the top of her. She opened her eyes, managing to meet his through the darkness.
For a moment, they were just staring at each other, taking in one and other as if for the first time. Their feelings were deeply intense, passing silently between the two. They each knew what the other was thinking, and things just couldn't be held back any longer.
Jin closed the gap between them, his mouth pressing to hers softly at first, but then becoming much more compelling as she parted her lips slightly for him, welcoming him with passion. Her lips were so sweet, so intoxicating, his mind falling into a drunken state as his tongue finally found hers and danced around each other heatedly.
She moaned into that kiss, and not afraid that it was loud and demanding of him. Her arms were suddenly wrapped around the back of his neck, keeping him close to her. He was so warm to touch, and his skin was moist with a light layer of sweat. He was as much ready for this as she was. When they finally parted the kiss, she tried to speak. "Jin…"
"Shh…" Was his reply and he kissed the tip of her nose, then drawing down the side of her face and into the crook of her neck. In that instant, his hand was suddenly cupping her right breast, rubbing it circles through the material. He felt as if he'd burst with pleasure when he rubbed against a hard button beneath the silky cloth. His thumb ran over the top of it and he heard her hiss slightly between feebly parted lips. He smiled at this and groaned into her soft, scented skin as he could feel the confines of his boxers suddenly become tight and restricting.
Her head lolled to the side, exposing more of her neck to his hungry mouth, which he nipped and suckled at feverishly. Her hand had found it's way into his soft hair, lightly working her shaky fingers through each lock. She was almost drowning with the contact of his body. With him so close to her, she realised that beneath the protection of his boxers, his desire had started to become evident and was now beginning to press against her torso. The heat in her loins flared and became too unbearable to ignore.
She pushed against him slightly. "Jin…" Her voice was breathy and he paused, leaning up to look into her dark, lusty eyes. She just smiled through half closed lids and brought her hands around the silky nightshirt and pulled it up and over her head, now left in nothing but a pair of panties. He just had to chuckle at the cute anime kittens on her underwear.
She pouted. "Don't make fun of my undies…"
He stifled his laugh. "Sorry…"
She gave him narrow eyes, which prompted him to bring his mouth back over hers, capturing her quickly to silence any more protests that might escape. Any words that would have come were lost when both their mouths worked against one and other, trying to indulge in the sweet flavours that always seemed so far out of reach. He broke this kiss, lifting a hand to softly caress her cheek lovingly. She smiled, bringing the hand to her mouth and gently kissed each finger to turn, leaving time to linger on his index finger as she brought into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it. She withdrew it and brought the finger down in a line between her breasts and onto her torso.
He artistically trailed feathery kisses downwards, following that glittering line. His breath tickled the valley between her breasts as he descended to stop his trail atop her navel, flicking his tongue into that little hole. He peered up to meet her eyes, and all he could see was need. He could smell her heat, such a powerful aroma; it made him throb even more in the tight confinement, yearning to be touched.
It was time to get serious before going any further. "Are you sure you want this? There is no going back…"
She listened to his deep, loving voice, her mind rolling with each word. She smiled softly. "I've never been more ready for this in my life. Please, don't stop…"
Her fingers were suddenly wrapped around the edge of her panties, slowly slipping them down her illustrious hips. He watched her, breath held as she stripped off that last garment, leaving nothing but perfect skin to stare at.
She was gorgeous, no doubt about it. He realised after a moment he was staring like a drooling dog after a bone, and looked up at her blushing face, suddenly turning crimson himself. He muttered an apology and leaned up to her face again and kissed her fervour-swollen lips.
A little nervous that she was now laid bare, she was glad that he was so approving of her body; she could tell that by the look in his eyes. His arms were cradling around her as he kissed her once more. Her curious hands ran carefully over the contours of his body, outlining ever-defined muscle that rolled smoothly between her touch. Without thinking, her hands were gripped onto the front of his boxers.
Well, it was just as fair that he should be fully undressed if she was.
With a swift tug, he was suddenly exposed. He yelped slightly, pulling back, but too little too late and Miharu got herself a full few of that ample sized, rock hard desire of his.
"All for me?" She whispered, and noticed he was blushing even more then before. It took him a moment to get over the whole shyness, before he helped her slip the boxers off down his legs, far enough down so he could kick them off by himself.
She let a finger trail across the top of the length and listened to him moan loudly in reaction to this. Hearing himself, he was tempted to hide his face from her but she whispered loving words to him that kept their eyes locked. Her playful fingers only remained across his manhood for a second before he pushed aside her hand and pressed her back towards the bed.
He lay with her wrapped in his arms while her own laced around his back, as they became accustomed to each other's bared forms. The contact of their warm skin was almost electric, and beneath Miharu's lids, she could see faint little sparks as if they were conducting between each other.
Jin kissed the top of her head, stroking a hand down her smooth back, making her arch into him slightly as he trailed the lower grove. He was listening to his own inner voices, trying to see if it was the devil that was pushing him on. But there was nothing but his own hunger there, nothing else, no demon voice. Maybe he'd had enough time to control it to a point where he could hold it back in times of sexual cravings? Well, there was only one way to test this theory, though, he had precautions to take first…
"Just a second…" He whispered into her ear, hating to disturb the moment as he shifted to lean up and over to the draws of the bedside unit. He opened the top one and rummaged, pushing meaningless things aside till he came to his packaged prize. He pulled it out, kneeling up above her to free up both his hands, tearing into the package and pulling out a little foiled shape. He threw the box back in the draw and shut it, fiddling now with the flimsy new item.
Miharu squinted slightly, leaning up to take a closer look. "Is that a… condom?"
He nodded, finally retrieving the sticky rubber, throwing the foil aside for now. The smell that came off the thing made him cringe, and he noticed Miharu's expression too and laughed. She joined in, lying back once again as he dealt with the protection. He carefully rolled it down his length, a thumb and finger pinching the part at the top to hold it in place until he had completely on. He was thankful he hadn't got too much of that smelly stuff on his hands, but he was rather clumsy he thought for a first timer. What did it matter anyway? As long as he had it on, they'd be fine.
Miharu had sat up slightly against the cushions, watching him carefully crawl back over her, face coming to rest against her shoulder, planting a kiss on the very edge. It was about now that she started to get scared. Was this going to hurt or not? Would she do it right? Why did sex have to be so complicated?
He looked up at her. "Are you alright?"
"Just a bit nervous…"
"We don't have to…"
"No…" She quickly said. "I want to. I really do."
"I'll try not to hurt you if I can," he said.
"I know…" She settled back against the cushions, giving him a confident look.
He was glad she was so trusting of him, he just hoped he could trust himself not to go too hard or too fast, or do something completely stupid. He sighed inwardly, and rested an elbow down on the pillow beside her, his other hand creeping down to her womanhood. The minute he touched her there, his shivered down to his toes. She was VERY ready for this.
He brought his other arm up to join his other on the pillow, supporting his weight as he positioned himself, shuddering as his tip met her entrance. He paused as she muttered something.
"What was that?" He asked.
"Go fast, I said. It will hurt less."
"Oh… okay…" He gulped, counted to three and pushed in as swiftly as he could.
Her back arched as pain ripped through her. She cried out, closing her eyes tightly. She wanted to get away from him as her insides burned like crazy, her nerves feeling like they were being doused in acid. Her hands were suddenly wrapped into his thick arms, her nails digging in, enough to bring up pin pricks of blood.
He gasped, trembling at this new sensation. She was so tight around him, her heat trapping him in. He was lost for a second, his body numbed to a point where all he could feel was this one pleasure. When he finally got his senses back, he could hear her breathing hard and could suddenly feel the slight pain in his arms from her sharp, vice like grip. Glancing down to her face, he could suddenly see the crystalline tears trailing her cheeks.
He grew worried. "Miharu… Are you alright?" Her answer was a shaky, exhaling breath. "Please speak to me."
"It's… it's okay…" She managed to say. "The pains subsiding a little…"
"If I'm hurting you, I'll not go on…"
Her hands relieved themselves of his arms, instead, going to cradle the soft covers between them. "Jin, please, don't worry about it. I want you to move, I want you to carry on."
"Are you sure?" He rose his hand to stroke her cheek.
She nodded.
He couldn't say no, and complied with her wishes, hoping he wasn't going to make this worse. He began to move, slowly but surely, pulling out to the very tip, waiting a second, then thrusting back in.
Miharu barely made a peep, finally calming down, relaxing into the flow of things as he began to move in and out, much more boldly as she wasn't screaming in agony at him. By now, the pain was more or less gone and in its place, something she'd never felt before. Something so good, it was indescribable. She let him know she was relishing in this new-found sensation by moaning out his name, long and throatily; this was enough to push him on, to make him go faster.
Within moments, she picked up on his rhythm and thrust her hips up to meet him as he drove into her again and again. Her legs wound around his waist and she held on to him as they continued this lascivious motion. His face went into the pillow, muffling his deep, rumbling voice, arms now round her back, bringing her up to him with each powerful plunge, resulting in much deeper contact between them both. Miharu felt a tingling rush up her spine as he nudged a sweet spot inside her, over and over with this deeper contact. Her voice was getting louder, almost deafening with her screams, very much letting him know he was doing something good. Each cry from her lips fuelled him on, giving her what she wanted.
They were both drinking off the amorous cries that echoed through the room. It was a moment out of time where they could let go to carnal pleasure without having to listen to reason.
Miharu knew she was close to losing control as she was beginning to lose the rhythm, unable to keep up with him. Her body was shaking all over, sweat glistening on her skin like tiny jewels.
The tightness… the warmth… he couldn't think. His body was almost going on its own accord. He could see her flushed face, her lips working without the words to follow. She was trying to speak to him, but he couldn't hear her. It was like he was hearing a backwash of white noise as he continued to thrust into her.
"Jin… I-I…" It was then her body suddenly ignited with an invisible fire, sweeping through her without relent. She could barely hear herself cry out against him, going blind for a moment with her pleasure.
Hearing her reach her climax pushed him over the edge and with one final plunge, he released, his body tensing up, every muscle locking up on him until the wave of his passion passed over and his whole body went limp. He pulled out tiredly, collapsing next to her instead of on top of her, which most likely would have smothered her; a bad idea since she was so small compared to him.
Miharu finally managed to slow her racing breathing, wiping a fluttering hand against her brow to stop the trickling sweat from getting into her eyes. She turned towards Jin, who'd finally gathered enough strength to remove the condom and throw it into the wastebasket next to the bed. He rolled onto his side, looking at her with a fulfilled smile, which she returned, eyes wanting to close with fatigue.
He opened his arms for her, coaxing her to move closer to him, in which she did and he enveloped her against him, but not before reaching down to pull the covers around them.
"That… was amazing…" She said, cheek nestled against his chest.
"It was wonderful," he said softly, stroking her hair. "I never imagined it would be like that."
"I didn't either," she said, beginning to drift off within the warmth of his arms.
He could tell she was going and kissed the top of her head. "Goodnight, Miharu."
"… Night…" She yawned out and was suddenly gone into a land of contented dreams.
He lay there, thinking about what had just happened, and was quite relieved that not once did he feel that that cursed 'Devil Gene' was going come into play. Though, he was still worried that one day it might do, but at the moment, he didn't want to think about it. All he was going to think about now was resting with this beautiful angel within his arms. He soon joined her in peaceful sleep.
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A/N: Well, I hope that turned out okay because I was really worried how that scene would be with them together. Hope it wasn't too bad! Anyway, there is a plot to this story, not just all about sex. It will come along, with the next chapter...